Drama was reality reshaped by art. It portrayed Yanbai as beautiful, but remained vague about his strength.
Besides, although drama drew from life, it had to change to cater to its audience. Otherwise, it would have neither selling points nor appeal.
Never mind all that talk about art being priceless. That was an abstract notion.
What artist would talk to you about art when they could not even fill their stomach?
They had to stay alive before they could perfect their creations.
And so, the legends of Yanbai gradually drifted far from reality. The drama was beautiful; reality was cruel.
Everyone loved a beautiful love story.
Besides, Madara, the protagonist of those stories, was already so powerful that he inspired despair. Making Yanbai even stronger would have been absurd.
Yet reality always had a way of bringing people to tears...
Everything that had happened during the Second Shinobi World War had made Ōnoki fully understand that even the legends were less outrageous than reality.
Supreme above heaven and earth, acting on nothing but his own whims.
At his advanced age, Yanbai, Princess Senju, should clearly have been weaker than the younger generation.
On the surface, Yanbai looked no different from a young man.
Yet his presence and soul were on an entirely different level from those so-called youngsters.
"I don't care. Take him," Yanbai said indifferently.
Fourth Raikage A drew a deep breath and closed his eyes.
In fact, when Fourth Raikage A made that request, the eyes of the surrounding Kumogakure shinobi had reddened despite themselves.
Everyone thought Fourth Raikage A had done it out of loyalty and affection. None of them knew that he was actually scared to death, or that even he did not know why he had made such a request of Yanbai.
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