Bewitch

Mitsuki stared at the striking face before him so intently that Yukimura felt a little embarrassed.

"What's wrong? Is there something strange on my face?"

Mitsuki shook his head.

"That's not it! It's just... your name is Yukimura, right?"

"Yes!"

"Then I'll call you that too, okay?"

"Sure! You still haven't said what this is about..."

"What are your thoughts about the future?"

"The future? That's too far away."

"Don't you have any doubts about your identity or origins?"

"Well..."

Yukimura scratched his head.

"Actually, I already know what I need to know, and I'm doing pretty well now!"

"Content with the status quo? You're completely unlike the wild and unruly Uchiha!"

"You know about the Uchiha?"

Yukimura's pupils contracted.

"Are you a ninja too?"

Wariness rose within Yukimura.

"Don't be nervous. I mean you no harm."

Mitsuki looked somewhat younger than Yukimura, but he had seen far more than Yukimura had. Having met all kinds of people over the years, Yukimura had gradually come to understand that his identity was anything but ordinary.

Not only did he know that he was a ninja, but he also understood just how extraordinary the Sharingan he possessed was.

Other than Isaribi and Mizuki, Yukimura had never revealed his Sharingan to outsiders.

The thought that he possessed a treasure coveted by the entire Shinobi World made Yukimura, out of simple survival instinct, feel that he needed to protect himself.

Yet today, a strange child had exposed his secret.

"Who exactly are you?"

Mitsuki slowly paced into the small storehouse, looking with great interest at its neatly arranged furnishings as he spoke casually.

"A ninja is still a ninja. Even among ordinary people, you stand out like a crane among chickens. One day, you will return to the world that belongs to us!"

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