After assigning Shikaku Nara his task, Yanbai went with Senju Nawaki to the Senju Clan's grounds.
Deep inside the inner residence, Yanbai met Mito.
Senju Nawaki was quite well-mannered this time. After coming in to visit Mito, he respectfully withdrew.
Yanbai knew that Senju Nawaki hated going home and did not want to face his family.
Still, Yanbai had no intention of meddling that much.
"Yanbai, it's been a long time."
Mito lay on the tatami, her once-girlish face gradually showing its age. Even the lines around her nose and mouth had deepened considerably.
"What made you use up so much chakra that you can't even maintain the Yin Seal?" Yanbai looked at Mito in puzzlement.
Mito's lips curved into a smile. "I'm old, Yanbai. The Uzumaki Clan has suffered one disaster after another. I've helped them a great deal, only to realize that I'm not actually all that strong, nor do I have all that much power."
Yanbai frowned without speaking. He had a vague idea why Mito wanted to see him, but... he did not want to be that "understanding."
Yanbai had never let anyone guilt him into anything. He did things as he pleased: if he wanted to, he did them; if he did not, he did not.
He would never force himself to help someone just because refusing made him feel immoral.
There was no need. Once the world reset, these people would all be strangers again anyway.
To spare himself the frustration, Yanbai always established a contract with anyone who asked for help. Whether he helped for free depended on his mood. When he was not in the mood, the person asking had to pay a price.
After that, Mito began airing her grievances as though going through a routine.
Only then did Yanbai learn