But Uchiha Madara quickly concealed his emotions and raised his head again, curling his lips without a trace of feeling.
"What exactly is so interesting about him?"
"This Uchiha boy is named Obito Uchiha. From what I've observed, he's someone who treats his feelings with pure and genuine sincerity. And his eyes have quite a lot of potential, too!"
The White Zetsu named Fei grinned from ear to ear. He showed no fear of the Asura of the Ninja World standing before him and even dared to spout nonsense in his presence.
"I really want to ask him what shit tastes like!"
"Uchiha... Obito, is it? Bring him to see me. I believe you know what to do."
Uchiha Madara beckoned with a finger, looking somewhat weary.
This body had grown too old and frail.
Even the slightest movement left him feeling exhausted.
If Hashirama saw him like this, he'd probably laugh at him mercilessly, wouldn't he?
Uchiha Madara forced himself to move, rubbing his chest as he murmured,
"Hashirama... My plan is about to begin. As long as I guide him down the right path... I'll prove that I'm the one who was right!"
Back in Konoha, Uchiha Obito had no idea that some "creepy old man" hiding in the shadows of the Shinobi World had set his sights on him.
At that moment, he was practicing with complete focus.
Ever since Kakashi had gotten under his skin last time, Obito had been acting as if he were pumped full of adrenaline. He'd even managed to stick with training that he used to find boring.
Though Kakashi was always teasing Obito by calling him a dead-last, the truth was that, as a member of the Uchiha Clan, even if Obito was a failure, he was a failure