The surroundings seemed to reflect Madara Uchiha's mood.
Dark clouds seemed to fill the space.
The sky darkened, casting everything into a gloom like that of a ruin.
Only the Shrine on the left gave off a faint glow. Without light here, the path ahead had become indistinct.
The mist was closing in on them.
The heavy conversation with Madara Uchiha just now had left Yanbai deeply depressed.
At some point, both of them had fallen silent.
The situation at the Dream Transfer Station was now obvious.
Getting to see Yanbai even once was extremely difficult, and Madara did not want to leave.
The more he resisted leaving, the thicker the mist here would become. Without finding the path they had come by, neither of them could return.
Perhaps this was what worried Yanbai most at the moment.
"Madara... in twenty years at most, I'll bring you all back to life."
After an unknown length of time, Yanbai spoke.
"And then you'll die in front of us?" Madara Uchiha growled coldly. "Then we'd be better off never coming back!"
"Madara, you should have noticed even before you died. This world causes me so much pain. I wanted to leave, but I've kept struggling through it until now." Yanbai looked exhausted.
In the past, testing the system had been simple. If there was nothing fun to do, Yanbai would exit the world.
When he descended again, it would be a fresh start.
New relationships.
A new environment to grow up in.
Everything would be just like the original story.
Not like now, with more and more people tied to him, and more and more uncontrollable unknowns in the future.
He had nothing left to live for, nor did he know where he was headed.
Choosing freely whether to stay or leave