No Return!

No Return!

"I'm here."

"Not bad. You seem to have grown stronger."

A figure appeared out of thin air directly in front of Aoba. It was Obito, whom he had not seen in a long time.

And judging by his expression, Obito seemed especially pleased by Aoba's improvement.

"Let's get to the point. For you to come looking for me personally, I assume this is no small matter."

Aoba's faint, indifferent tone did not upset Obito. What he cared about was the result.

"Several years have passed in the blink of an eye. I never expected that little brat from back then would grow into such an important figure. I came to ask for your help with something."

After sighing with emotion, Obito got down to business.

When they had first met, Obito had only been in his teens, while Aoba had been just over four years old—a brat who could not even control whether he lived or died.

But now, at their reunion, Aoba had already celebrated his eighteenth birthday and grown into a handsome young man with Kage Level strength.

Even Obito had never imagined that one day he would come seeking an alliance.

It was not only for the matter he was about to mention, but also to leave himself a backup plan.

"What do you need me to do?"

"Come with me to retrieve something. We'll also revive someone."

"Revive someone? Who?"

"The person who once ordered me to dispose of you because you were useless."

Obito spoke meaningfully.

Aoba froze, then narrowed his eyes slightly.

Was he going to revive the real Madara?

If so, the thing Obito intended to retrieve should be Nagato's Rinnegan.

Having read A Few Things About the Ninja World thoroughly, Aoba naturally knew that among all of Madara's various contingencies