Yanbai sat up and turned to meet Madara Uchiha's gaze.
Madara Uchiha had been about to say something else, but inadvertently looked straight into Yanbai's uncanny eyes.
Red pupils, with some kind of pattern dancing within them, filled Madara Uchiha's vision.
...This... was bad...
Feeling his eyelids grow heavier and heavier, Madara Uchiha slowly slumped down.
Moments later, Madara Uchiha closed his eyes.
Yanbai lay back down, a murmur escaping his lips. "Madara..."
Yanbai closed his eyes. In truth, he would be fine even without resting.
Still, he needed to rest. Yanbai had no desire to put himself through those unpleasant sensations.
Over the years, Yanbai had been thinking about one question.
He had once wanted revenge against Old Grandmother.
That was because he believed Old Grandmother had done this on a whim.
But what if Old Grandmother had imprisoned him in this world for some other purpose, rather than to make him get married?
...What purpose could that be?
Yanbai wanted to understand. He had to figure out why his system's backend could not be repaired.
What was the real reason behind all this?
What exactly were Old Grandmother's intentions and aims?
What benefit could this possibly bring?
Yanbai had kept thinking about it, never mentioning it to anyone or committing his questions to writing.
Great-Grandma...
Amid Yanbai's bewildered thoughts, that title for Old Woman kept surfacing in his mind.
So much so that Yanbai constantly felt as though Old Woman were watching him from behind the scenes.
Watching him, always and forever.
And had been for a very long time.
Yanbai could not help opening his eyes again.
"...Great-Grandma." Yanbai slowly lifted his head to look at the pitch-black ceiling.
Time slipped swiftly by.
It felt as though he had done nothing at all, yet it was getting