"Well... It's been a long time, Master Kazekage." The woman in her early twenties in the cell lazily opened her eyes while leaning against the iron railings covered with talisman paper. "This time, those old immortals are just arguing again. Are they worried about me after I've become like this?"
The man with red hair and brown eyes had slender eyebrows tangled together, and the deep dark circles under his eyes expressed "Mana, don't always be hostile to others, try..."
"Oh, do you mean that I have to endure those old immortals who cut me into a human stick or turn me into a living puppet?"