Night blanketed the Memorial Stone.
The Artificial Night Pearls on the streetlamps glowed with a faint blue light.
Madara Uchiha's long black hair swayed in the wind. Expressionless, he hurried along, paying no attention to Orochimaru, who was desperately trying to keep up behind him.
Just as I thought, seeing an artistically embellished version of myself was even more embarrassing than I imagined.
Other people's imagined version of me wasn't just idealized; it had all sorts of bizarre traits thrown in.
Did girls all like that type of man?
No...
Yanbai was clearly nothing like an ordinary girl.
In the Dōjutsu World, Madara Uchiha had seen all kinds of strange girls asking their lovers all kinds of bizarre questions.
"If your mother and I fell into the water at the same time, who would you save first?"
When Madara Uchiha first heard that question, he thought it was idiotic. Why not just teach both Mom and her to swim in the first place?
Yet when Madara Uchiha asked Orochimaru, who was still very young at the time...
Orochimaru firmly answered, "Save the girl first, then Mom."
That answer clearly did not satisfy Madara Uchiha, because Orochimaru called Yanbai "Mom" back then.
But before Madara Uchiha could get angry, Orochimaru earnestly explained, "If it were Mom, he'd definitely say, 'Save her first. Let me swim a little longer,' wouldn't he?"
Well, that one sentence successfully stopped Madara's dark mood in its tracks.
Indeed, that was Yanbai.
Yanbai was a powerful man who needed no one to save him, never followed the script, and liked doing whatever he pleased.
At that thought, Madara Uchiha gazed at the dim road ahead and suddenly stopped.
Orochimaru, who had been chasing after Madara Uchiha all this time, finally caught up.
After a year of modifications,