"Not now?" Obito muttered to himself, then said, "Could it be that you want me to stay here as a servant and take care of you, old man?"
The elderly Madara replied flatly, "That would work too."
Obito deflated. After a brief pause, he said, "No, old man, I can't stay here forever. Since I'm still alive, I have to return to Konoha. There's a war going on right now, and I finally awakened my Sharingan. This time, I can protect my companions even better."
"Protect your companions even better?" Madara murmured. "With your current body, I'm afraid you can no longer continue being a ninja."
"What?" Those words dealt Obito an enormous blow. "How can that be? I finally awakened my Sharingan. I believe that now, I can coordinate with my teammates even better."
Madara looked at him and said softly, "Face reality. There are disappointments everywhere in this world. The longer I lived, the more I felt that reality was filled with nothing but misery, pain, and loneliness."
What is this old man even talking about? Listening to Madara's lecture, Obito thought to himself, unable to feel even the slightest resonance with it.
Yet Madara had no idea what he was thinking and continued speaking to himself. "Listen carefully. Everything in this world is the same. Wherever there is light, there must be darkness. As long as the concept of victors exists, there will inevitably be losers. The selfish will to protect peace gives rise to war, and in order to protect love, hatred is born alongside it. This is a causal relationship that cannot be separated. Logically speaking..."
This old man is clearly on a roll. Old people are like this—once they start talking, they never stop. Obito revealed an impatient expression and abruptly interrupted, "By the