"Is this Falling Leaf City?" Uchiha Madara asked, looking at Belaque.
"That's right. We'll leave the Drake outside for now and enter the city by ourselves. When we come out tomorrow, we can bring it something to eat," Belaque said.
The two slowly descended outside the city, and Uchiha Madara had the Drake wait there.
Once they entered Falling Leaf City, Uchiha Madara felt that the nighttime scenery of this little city was truly beautiful. The dim yellow lights, combined with the yellowing leaves, gave the whole place a very warm feeling.
"If I ever grow old, retiring in this little city wouldn't be a bad choice," Uchiha Madara said to Belaque with a smile.
"At your current age, I think you could already retire here. But there's nothing interesting about this little city," Belaque said. "If you want to retire, go to Eternal Day City. Its prosperity makes it the proper place to retire—there's everything there."
"Falling Leaf City is known for being small. There's nothing here. They call it a small city, but it's really more like a little village," Belaque continued.
"You don't understand how old people think," Uchiha Madara said with a smile. "It's precisely because it's quiet that it's suitable for retirement. How many old people have you seen making a racket all day?"
"Sorry, but I've seen quite a few noisy old people. At the very least, the elders of our Dwarf Clan are all like that. The older they get, the louder their voices," Belaque said.
"Fine." Uchiha Madara said helplessly, "I didn't take into account that there are many different races on this continent. I thought everyone had the same temperament as us."
As the two walked ahead, they spotted a very small inn.
"Could a place this small already be full?"