A moment later.
Obito appeared at Mountain Graveyard.
"Oh, you're back. Looks like the trip didn't go too smoothly." Tobi happened to be there as well.
He was still holding a fried chicken drumstick.
Its golden crust was coated with a layer of red chili powder.
Tobi had already taken a bite out of it.
Tobi's current body was Danzo's, and he still had one Sharingan left on his face.
But Tobi rarely used the Sharingan.
Or rather, he did not know how to use it.
"Not too bad. I just need one Sharingan now."
Tobi took a bite of the drumstick.
"Don't you have some on your own body?"
Obito did indeed have some. More precisely, aside from his pair of Kamui eyes, he still had four Sharingan on the right half of his body.
Including the Rinnegan, he already had seven eyes on his body.
And Obito had been extremely cautious over the years and had not died again.
Obito narrowed his eyes slightly. "There's no use keeping the one on you. Give it to me."
Tobi looked at Obito for two seconds, then directly reached up and dug out his Sharingan.
"Ow, ow, ow... Don't come looking for me while I'm eating next time."
Though he had gouged out his eye with his bare hand, no blood flowed from Tobi's empty socket.
Instead, it was filled with a fluid-like substance.
With a toss of his hand, Tobi threw the Sharingan straight to Obito.
Obito caught the Sharingan and looked thoughtfully at the fluid flowing from Tobi's eye socket, which was no longer blood.
At that moment, Tobi summoned a White Zetsu beside them.
Then he gouged out one of the White Zetsu's eyeballs and pressed it into his own eye socket.
The White Zetsu, missing an eyeball,