"The odds aren't very high, but let's pull him out first." Uchiha Madara said.
"Perfect timing. There aren't any fish left in this little lake anyway, and our Blue-Feathered Griffin needs to regain some strength." Belaque said.
"You're not thinking of feeding this little boy to the Blue-Feathered Griffin, are you? What are you even thinking?" Uchiha Madara said.
"At our age, we see these things clearly. Once a person dies, they're nothing more than a pile of meat." Belaque said.
"You can say that about ordinary people, but have you ever seen a little boy who still looked so peaceful after death? The corpse is face-up." Uchiha Madara said.
"I don't believe in the superstitions from your world. We don't know how long the boy has been dead, but he was trapped in a frozen lake. In weather this cold, how could he possibly rot?" Belaque said.
"What you said makes sense. Rotting is indeed impossible in such a cold environment." Uchiha Madara said.
"It's just strange that he's facing upward." Uchiha Madara said.
"You're already so old, yet you still believe in such absurd theories. Let's get him out first." Uchiha Madara said to Belaque.
Of course, Uchiha Madara knew that such theories were only legends and had no real basis.
Still, looking at the little boy beneath the ice made him feel an indescribable sense of unease. Especially since there was not a single fish in the lake—that was the most inexplicable part. But then again, this world was different from his own.
Uchiha Madara used a fireball to melt open the entire lake surface, then reached in and pulled the little boy out.
When he found the boy, Uchiha Madara felt as though he had moved countless corpses before. He knew best how heavy the dead