Madara: “You said you knew where your mother was.”

The man continued to hold his daughter’s hand as she led him to where his wife was.

He could tell he was nervous. She had been missing since morning, and he was too busy with the clan’s leadership to notice that she had evaporated.

The girl stopped and he followed. Then, she pointed in the direction where you were. Ah! There you are... It was you, yes, but you were accompanied by someone... A man... He felt his nervous tic being activated in milliseconds; his blood boiled.

It wasn’t someone he knew from the family. Maybe it was a new person in the village; he could say he knew the features of every clan that existed in the village, but this man didn’t fit in.

Madara: “You can go, Sayuri.”

He let go of the girl’s hand and gave her a small caress of her hair before letting her go.