"There was nothing to be afraid of, because Daddy once told me that there are many very different people in this world. They belong to different races, and everyone lives together peacefully on the Elzeran Continent," the little girl said.
"No wonder you had no reaction at all when you saw my eyes." Uchiha Madara smiled. "It seems your father gave you a very good education."
Uchiha Madara smiled at the old man. "Weren't you already so drunk that your head was spinning? Hurry up and eat. Once we're done, we need to get back on the road. I don't have that much time to keep this old man company."
"I think you already know which way to go, so why are you waiting for me here?" the old man asked. "Wouldn't it be more convenient to travel by yourself? That way, you wouldn't have to bring an old man along."
"What do you mean by that?" Uchiha Madara asked, looking at the old man.
Although Uchiha Madara felt there was indeed no need for him to wait here for the old man, since the two of them had met on the road, they should have continued onward together.
Why was the old man so determined to make him leave now? Did he have some kind of plan?
"You should go on ahead, young man. I'm old now, and my legs aren't very convenient anymore. I think I may not only eat a meal here—I might have to rest here for a while as well," the old man said.
Hearing this, Uchiha Madara smiled. "Since the two of us were able to meet on the road, it means we have fate."
"I also know there's no need for me to travel with you. Bringing you along would definitely be troublesome,"