The sky was dim, the moon bright and the stars sparse. Strands of moonlight filtered through the railings, barely driving back the darkness.
In the cold, damp dungeon, a figure curled up in the corner, with almost no presence at all, was nearly overlooked by Hua Yue.
"Who are you?"
The figure in the corner did not answer for a long time, as though she had not heard him. A trace of surprise flashed through his eyes. That cold?
He instinctively leaned closer and could not resist poking those little hands, rubbing them, licking... Before he could take the final step, the curled-up figure finally asked,
"What do you want?"
"So you're not mute. That's good. Some bastard old man said I'm Nameless No. 2. Could it be that you're Nameless No. 1—Uchiha Nameless?"
The girl before him spoke without the slightest fluctuation in her tone. She seemed to be an emotionless type, and Hua Yue's eyes rolled as though he had recalled something.
"So what if I am?"
There was not the slightest ripple in her emotions. Even as Hua Yue held her icy little hand and rubbed it, Nameless kept her face buried between her knees and never looked up.
Seeing this, Hua Yue fell into thought. Then he opened his palm, and specks of azure light gathered within it. The gentle orb of light dispelled the darkness, gradually revealing the scene inside the cell.
Nameless had waist-length black hair and wore a blue dress characteristic of the Warring States era. The shackles around her bare feet had no chains attached; it was unclear whether they were meant to restrict her movements or whether they bore a curse seal similar to one used to bind ninja.
The cage was plastered on all sides with talismans capable of absorbing