Mr. Itachi, Do You Have Any Spare Socks?

No matter how unexpected it was, reality stood right before them—unless this mastermind was still impersonating Uchiha Jie.

Obito impersonating Uchiha Madara was barely believable, at least. After all, Madara had once stood on the same level as the God of Shinobi. Perhaps he had not quite been a god, but he had still far surpassed a demigod.

Though Uchiha Jie was not exactly unknown, there was nothing particularly special about him. There was no benefit whatsoever in impersonating him...

"Don't pretend to be confused when you know perfectly well, Uchiha Itachi. Aren't you clearer than anyone about how I came back?"

Though he had not reverted to his original appearance, with that monocle on, even while wearing Uchiha Itachi's face, he no longer resembled Uchiha Itachi in the slightest.

The sky of Tsukuyomi Space reflected the scarlet moonlight. The surrounding pools of blood and crosses had returned to their original forms, yet amid such a horrifying environment, he still smiled as though basking in a spring breeze.

Uchiha Itachi and Obito had to admit that his smile truly possessed a charm capable of infecting everyone around him.

Of course, that charm belonged more to Lin. Seeing Lin smile, Obito actually grinned foolishly as well. At the sight of his smile, Uchiha Itachi truly wanted to slap him hard across the face.

Had he fried his brain? He had actually worked with such an unbelievably stupid fool to exterminate his clan. He truly must have been out of his mind back then. Uchiha Obito probably was not even worthy of carrying Uchiha Madara's shoes.

But then he thought that perhaps the real Uchiha Madara's brain had not been much better either. Otherwise, Madara should have defeated the First Hokage, and the course of the world would probably have become completely