Night fell.
The croaking of frogs and chirping of autumn insects drifted in from afar.
Inside Yanbai's private residence in the Uchiha Clan Compound.
Yanbai had already laid out his bedding on the tatami and was getting ready for bed.
In this Warring States Era without entertainment or phones, Yanbai always went to bed early, provided he wasn't out killing, setting fires, or getting up to some other mischief.
Having "touched" so many people, Yanbai now had a rather terrifying constitution and astonishing hearing. If he stayed up too late, the sounds of people making babies on their heated beds would disturb him.
So Yanbai preferred to fall asleep early and shut out everything going on outside.
As for being killed in a sneak attack?
Well, in this age of cold steel, hopefully any assassin could cut him faster than his wounds healed.
Today, however, was special.
Yanbai sat cross-legged in his bedding, still covered by his quilt, and stared in bewilderment at Madara Uchiha sitting beside him.
At that moment, Madara Uchiha was kneeling upright with his arms folded and his eyes closed, as if he were asleep.
But Yanbai knew Madara definitely wasn't asleep.
Yanbai scratched his head, feeling that if he didn't speak up, Madara might stay here all night.
"Say... um..."
Struggling to get the words out, Yanbai asked, "What you said at noon today... you weren't serious, were you? You really want to marry me?"
Madara Uchiha remained silent, maintaining his original posture as he sat ramrod straight beside Yanbai.
Yanbai wore the expression of the Subway Old Man.
"Madara... even if you really intend to do that, don't you think it's a little too soon to spend the night in my room?"
Madara Uchiha neither opened his eyes nor changed his posture, but he