It was an eternal melody.
Not every song could stir the heart, but this one—The Whereabouts of Stars—certainly could.
Uchiha Madara played with all his heart, his face already streaked with tears.
Josette stood beside him, listening intently as he played. For some reason, tears gradually began to fall from her eyes as well...
Yes, she cried. She cried for no reason at all. Clearly, she knew nothing of Uchiha Madara and his sister's past—she knew nothing at all—yet she still wept. Was she moved by the music?
That melody was the finest catalyst for tears. It could melt everything in the world away!
Even the mountains would weep for it, and the waters would murmur and surge...
Flowers would wither for it, and grass and trees would fade...
And Josette would be heartbroken because of this song...
What grieved her was Uchiha Madara's grief, yet there was nothing she could do to help him...
His image had long since been etched into her heart. It was not merely because he had rescued them. Much, much earlier, when he had still been their opponent—even when he had captured them—his heroic bearing and cool, handsome face had already conquered Josette's heart...
It was only that, as enemies at the time, Josette had no way to think about Uchiha Madara...
Now, they had gone from opponents to teammates. At last, she could think of him. At last... she could regard him as her companion...
Could she... love him...?
The stars filled the sky, the bright moon dreamed like a fool. Last night, a little poem slipped into my heart. A gentle vow made my heart suddenly race. The beautiful night sky within this young boy's heart...
Listen to my poem, O boy beneath that desolate night sky, Where the stars are,