In the dim underground chamber.
Kamizuki slowly woke and looked up into a pair of scarlet Sharingan eyes.
A hoarse, aged voice spoke.
"You're awake. I saved you."
"No need to thank me yet. This debt—"
"Don't get the wrong idea."
Kamizuki cut him off. He drew up one knee and rested a hand on it, studying the old man with a faint curl of his lips.
"All you did was move me somewhere else to sleep. You expect me to thank you for that?"
"Madara Uchiha."
!!
Madara Uchiha used his scythe as a walking stick. His hand stilled on its handle.
Then a chilling smile spread across his aged face.
"So you do know. You can see the future? Only fools who know nothing about the Sharingan would think that was a joke."
No matter how unbelievable something seemed, once the Uchiha name was attached to it, Madara Uchiha found it perfectly natural.
When Kamizuki killed the Third Raikage, what mattered to Madara was not his strength. It was that...
Uchiha Kamizuki had done what Madara had wanted to do but could not.
And so Madara Uchiha had decided to make the boy his successor.
He had once wanted to do the same thing...
Unfortunately, he had faced Hashirama Senju and failed to kill the man who had hurt his younger brother.
Madara Uchiha walked slowly to his stone seat. "If you've seen me in the future, do you know what I intend to do?"
"You're the one who doesn't understand the situation. Has old age muddled your head?"
Kamizuki surveyed the chamber, his gaze settling on the enormous wooden body behind Madara Uchiha.
This sight might have frightened Obito, but it did not frighten him.
After a closer look, the tension he had felt began to