Uchiha Itachi attacked Madara Uchiha as he traveled to and from the Memorial Stone.
The moment Yanbai's voice rang out,
Uchiha Itachi's reaction was almost comical.
As the voice sounded, Uchiha Itachi's small figure dropped to one knee.
Answering Madara Uchiha's summons, Yanbai gradually solidified from a phantom beneath the moonlight.
The falling moonlight illuminated the shoulders and chest of Yanbai's red clothes, along with the hem of his haori. Then, as Yanbai moved, the moonlight dissolved across the fabric like ripples.
Unfamiliar, exquisite features paired with a familiar air.
Uchiha Itachi could hardly describe how he felt.
"You finally... used the ability I bestowed upon you, Itachi. Does that mean you're willing to lay your cards on the table?"
Moonlight gathered into beads on Yanbai's eternally youthful face. "Well... are you going to give me your access privileges so my consciousness can finally leave this world?"
"Yanbai-"
Madara Uchiha had never expected this to be the first exchange between Yanbai and Uchiha Itachi.
"Madara, quiet for now!"
As though silencing a noisy child, Yanbai raised his index finger and made a shushing gesture at Madara Uchiha.
After Yanbai's reprimand, Madara Uchiha fell silent.
"So, is there anything you need to explain to me, Itachi?" Yanbai looked down at Uchiha Itachi, who knelt on one knee.
"I'm sorry." Uchiha Itachi looked up at Yanbai without expression. He was speaking Chinese now.
Madara Uchiha's brow twitched. He wanted to speak, but held back.
Yanbai said nothing, waiting for Uchiha Itachi's explanation.
"I can't help you through the usual means. Even I don't dare disobey the Old Woman's orders," Uchiha Itachi said solemnly. "But... I'll try to help you."
"You're lying!" Madara Uchiha could not hold back his growl.
Yanbai suddenly reached out and rested his hand on Madara Uchiha's shoulder, as