If there had not been a complete absence of any sign of life from him, Uchiha Madara might even have thought he was just an ordinary child from some family.
Belaque had actually thought of the same thing first—could this little boy have already been corrupted?
But logically, there should have been other corrupted creatures around here. Yet there was nothing in the vicinity.
If the little boy had simply been dead, Uchiha Madara would not have thought much of it. But the boy before them clearly showed no signs of life, so Uchiha Madara had only one thought now: this little boy had definitely been corrupted.
But where exactly was the Magic Stone? Could it be at the bottom of the lake? Probably not.
What Uchiha Madara could be certain of now, however, was that there was a Magic Stone nearby. Thinking of this, he was actually a little pleased. He had searched far and wide, only to find it without any effort.
"You don't think this little boy has been corrupted, do you?" Belaque whispered to Uchiha Madara.
"There should be no other explanation now. When we opened up the surface of the lake just now, that wisp of black mist—I could clearly sense the Magic Stone's aura from it," Uchiha Madara said.
"But look at this child. He hasn't lost his mind. Aren't people who are corrupted usually controlled by the Magic Stone?" Belaque said.
"I'm not sure either. We'll know if we ask him," Uchiha Madara said.
"Whose child are you? Why are you here? Do you know where we found you?" Uchiha Madara asked, looking at the little boy.
The little boy shook his head and looked around. His gaze lifted, and Belaque noticed the large tree above.
"Is this Mirror Lake?" the little boy