"You just said that anyone who signed up for the competition could get in, didn't you? Why do I still need this pass?" Uchiha Madara asked the young girl.
The young girl looked extremely surprised when she heard Madara's words.
"How did you know what I wanted to give you? I never told you I was going to give you a pass," the young girl said.
"The reason I've lived to such an old age is because I have wisdom," Uchiha Madara said with a smile.
"If you told me, I could figure out that what you were giving me was probably a pass. But what I don't understand is, why do I need a pass to get in?" Uchiha Madara said.
"That's because registration has already closed," the young girl said.
"So now you need a fake pass. Though it's not really a pass—it's just a registration slip," the young girl said.
Uchiha Madara still did not understand what exactly it was, but since the young girl was giving it to him, he followed her into her home.
Madara looked around the young girl's home and saw that it was filled with all kinds of things. It was also very large. It did not seem like an ordinary home at all; it was more like a shop.
"What does your family do?" Uchiha Madara asked.
"All the notices needed by the Royal City are sent out from my home. That's why I have the chance to get close to the person I like, and why the two of us can meet," the young girl said.
As soon as the young girl finished speaking, a woman's voice came from inside the room. "You little brat, didn't you say you were going out to eat? Why have you been gone for