"What was the point of creating the Ninja Academy? What was my original intention in introducing this policy? I..."
In his sleep, Obito seemed to see a cold-faced, white-haired ninja rapidly questioning him.
His body jerked instinctively, and Obito quickly woke up. Looking at the familiar ceiling, familiar desk, and familiar bookshelf, he finally relaxed.
He felt dampness on his back. After touching it, he realized his clothes were soaked with sweat. That questioning in the dream had truly left him drenched.
"That was terrifying. Good thing the Second Hokage is already dead." Obito's expression eased. In reality, he would never be interrogated by Senju Tobirama like that, because Senju Tobirama had died before Obito was even born.
But when Obito saw where the clock hands were pointing, his relaxed mood vanished and his expression turned serious.
"Ten thirty! I actually slept until almost noon!" Obito stared at the clock in disbelief. For a moment, he suspected it was broken. He usually got up before eight.
But when Obito opened the curtains, the blazing sunlight outside gave him his answer.
The clock might have been broken, but it could not have been that wildly wrong. It definitely did not look like eight in the morning.
"You're up. You must be hungry. Want me to make you something to eat early?" Grandmother asked with a kindly smile.
Hearing Grandmother's words and looking at the dining table, which should have held breakfast, Obito felt a little miserable. It really might be almost noon.
However, Obito did not blame Grandmother for not waking him, because he had not told her yesterday that he needed to go to the Ninja Academy.
He felt that she must have seen how exhausted he was and could not bear to disturb him. In that situation, Obito was