"What a good child. It's not nice to talk to your mother like that."
Those words seemed to carry a peculiar magic. As gentle as a spring breeze brushing against his face, yet lingering by Uchiha Yato's ears like a demonic whisper, they compelled him to walk forward step by step.
However, although his body had already slipped beyond his control, Uchiha Yato's mouth was not idle. His lips trembled slightly as he struggled to force out two words: "Word Spirit."
Though the words were somewhat muffled, they echoed through the air like the tolling of a morning bell and evening drum.
"I wasn't wrong, was I? That should be your ability." Though Uchiha Yato did not speak loudly, his voice carried certainty and confidence.
Hearing Uchiha Yato actually identify her ability, the strange ninja visibly froze, her steps pausing slightly as well.
But she quickly regained her composure. A scornful smile curled across her lips as she said, "So what if you know? It's not like you have a way to break it."
Her tone was casual and relaxed, as if she did not take Uchiha Yato seriously at all. "Aren't you still in my hands?"
The strange ninja was remarkably calm. Even after Uchiha Yato named her ability, she showed not the slightest sign of panic, as though everything remained under her control.
"Are you sure the world you see is truly the world you're seeing?" Uchiha Yato's words struck the strange ninja's heart like a heavy hammer.
She could not help but reexamine her surroundings. Then, to her surprise, she discovered that the once-silent forest had begun to change!
Countless stuffed toys sprouted from the earth like bamboo shoots after rain. Large and small, fat and thin, they densely covered the entire forest, as though the place