Filial Piety Hides a Deeper Scheme

Haotian steadily supported Madara's disguised "Grandma," a decaying aura of twilight seeping through the thin clothes, setting off alarms in his heart.

Something felt wrong!

An ordinary elderly person, even with mobility issues, shouldn't exude such a deathly stillness.

He subtly increased his grip, a smile of concern plastered on his face.

"Please be careful, elder, don't fall."

Obito, seeing this, finally relaxed.

He looked at Haotian with genuine gratitude.

"Haotian, thank you! My Grandma has trouble with her legs, it's often like this."

Haotian's lips curved slightly, his gaze fixed on the wrinkled face of "Grandma."

"It's nothing, it's what I should do. Respecting the elderly and cherishing the young is a traditional virtue of the Chinese nation." He deliberately emphasized "Chinese," subtly observing "Grandma's" reaction.

However, the other party merely lowered their eyelids, seemingly hearing nothing out of the ordinary.

Just then, Guy and Meihui also caught up. Seeing the scene, they gathered around with concern.

"Obito, is your Grandma alright?" Meihui asked solicitously.

Haotian's eyes darted, an idea forming.

"She's fine, just her old ailment acting up. How about this, our Three-Man Squad will take special care of your Grandma today? What do you say?" He proposed with a serious expression, as if genuinely out of kindness.

Obito's eyes welled up with tears at his words. "Really? Thank you all so much!"

Haotian feigned a stern glare at him.

"What's there to thank? We're comrades, helping each other is what we should do!"

"Grandma" spoke again, refusing, "No need to trouble you all, I..."

Haotian interrupted before she could finish, "Elder, please don't be so polite! Young people should take care of the elderly. Guy, you'll be responsible for staying by Grandma's side, from waking up to sleeping, never leaving her!"

Guy's spirits immediately soared. He slung "Grandma" over his shoulder.

"No problem! Leave it to me!"

"Grandma" shrieked in surprise at the sudden action, her body stiff as she lay on Guy's shoulder.

Obito, meanwhile, was overcome with emotion, his gratitude towards Haotian deepening.

Haotian watched the scene unfold, a barely perceptible cold smile touching his lips.

He gently patted Obito's shoulder. "I'll be right back." Then, he grabbed Meihui, who was still a bit bewildered, and quickly left.

Haotian solemnly patted Obito's shoulder, a hint of unfathomable depth in his eyes.

He grabbed Meihui, who was still somewhat dazed, and quickly left the crowd.

The surrounding Uchiha clansmen cast looks of admiration, whispering about Haotian's filial piety in caring for the clan's elders.

Haotian's expression was serious, his gaze unwavering, as if shouldering a heavy responsibility.

"This child from the Shiranui clan is truly warm-hearted!" one clansman exclaimed.

"Indeed, so sensible at such a young age, truly rare," another agreed.

"Obito is truly blessed to have a friend like him."

"You're right, we should learn from him more in the future."

The clansmen chatted amongst themselves, full of praise for Haotian's actions.

Ultimately, they unanimously decided that to ease Obito's burden and to show respect for Haotian's good deed, each person in the clan would dedicate two hours daily, taking turns to care for "Grandma."

At this moment, "Grandma"/Madara, slung over Guy's shoulder, had a face ashen.

He, the great Uchiha Madara, had never been treated like this before!

Not only was he carried on a brat's shoulder, but now he was being gawked at by a bunch of ants!

He struggled to control his trembling body, preventing his rage from erupting.

The surrounding clansmen's enthusiasm washed over him like a tide, drowning him completely.

He felt like an insect trapped in amber, unable to move, forced to watch these foolish people mill about before him.

In the shadows, a white figure—White Zetsu—witnessed everything.

He stared in astonishment, scratching his head in confusion.

What...

What was going on?

How did Lord Madara get...

carried?

And why were all these people surrounding him?

Could it be...

Was Madara's identity exposed?

Impossible!

Madara's disguise was flawless, there's no way these brats could see through it!

Then what...

are they doing?

White Zetsu couldn't understand, and could only continue to hide in the shadows, observing the unfolding situation.

"Guy, put me down!" Madara's voice was deep and hoarse, like a roar from the depths of hell.

Guy, however, didn't notice Madara's strangeness at all. Instead, he hoisted her up even more enthusiastically and said loudly, "Grandma, don't worry, I'll take good care of you!"

Madara: "..."

Haotian pulled Meihui, and they hurried away from the Uchiha clan compound.

"Haotian, you..." Meihui was about to ask, but he interrupted her.

"Shh!" Haotian placed his index finger on his lips, signaling her to be quiet.

"Some things can't be said yet."

Leaving the Uchiha clan compound, Haotian pulled Meihui into a secluded alley.

Tall walls blocked the sunlight, and the alley was filled with a faint scent of moss, a stark contrast to the lively atmosphere within the compound.