The sky was dim, the moon bright and the stars sparse. Strands of moonlight filtered through the railings, barely driving back the darkness.
Within the cold, damp dungeon, a figure curled up in the corner with almost no presence had nearly been overlooked by Huayue.
"Who are you?"
The figure in the corner did not answer for a long while, as though she had not heard him. A trace of surprise flashed through his eyes. She's 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 just said I was Nameless No. 2. Could you be Nameless No. 1, Uchiha Nameless?"
The girl before him seemed to be the emotionless type, her tone utterly flat. Huayue's eyes rolled as though he had recalled something.
"So what if I am?"
There was not the slightest fluctuation in her emotions. Even as Huayue held her icy little hand and rubbed it, Nameless, with her face buried between her knees, never raised her head.
Seeing this, Huayue fell into thought. Then he spread his palm, and specks of azure gathered within it. The gentle ball of light dispelled the darkness, gradually revealing the prison cell.
Nameless had waist-length black hair and wore a blue dress characteristic of the Warring States Period. The shackles on her feet had no chains; it was unclear whether they were meant to restrict her movements or bore a Curse Mark similar to those used to restrain ninjas.
The cage was covered on all sides with talismans capable of absorbing chakra, likely meant to prevent prisoners and weapons from escaping.
"To run into each other in