"Madara, if there's nothing else for now, you'll have to run home yourself. Sorry for the trouble." Yanbai glanced at the sky and said, "I can reverse-summon you to my side and find you with my ocular technique, but I can't send you somewhere I'm not. You still remember the route on the map, right?"
"I do." Madara Uchiha nodded, but before turning away, he looked in puzzlement toward the distant firelight mingling with the reflected moonlight. He could faintly hear laughter, too.
Madara Uchiha couldn't help asking, "Are those your Clan Grounds? Are they holding some kind of sacrificial ceremony? Is that why they're in such a hurry to get you back?"
Yanbai glanced at Madara Uchiha and said unhurriedly, "Of course not. It's not a holiday or anything, and this revelry has been going on for three days."
At that, Madara Uchiha instinctively felt something was wrong. Judging by Yanbai's tone, he didn't seem to care for this "revelry"-he might even hate it.
After hesitating for a moment, Madara Uchiha decided to ask, "What happened?"
"Ah, my dear father has been running around for the sake of my dream." Yanbai spoke with an indifferent expression. "And he's brought a little trouble home. But don't worry. Now that I'm back, I'll play the bad guy tomorrow and throw them out. This is their last meal."
"Trouble?" Madara Uchiha murmured.
"Yes, the Uzumaki Clan..."
Putting on an indignant expression, Yanbai unhappily explained how his father had contacted the other shinobi clans for the sake of his "dream of reconciliation." Every clan had rejected the proposal to merge into a village, and the Uzumaki Clan was no exception. Worse, they had turned up at the Senju Clan without warning, acting first and explaining afterward, to announce that although they didn't want