When Obito Uchiha opened his eyes again, he had no idea how much time had passed.
He slowly opened his eyes, the dim light making it hard to tell what time it was.
"You're awake?"
Obito's vision gradually cleared, and so did his mind.
Before him stood an old man with one foot in the grave. His one visible eye gleamed with scarlet patterns and rounded tomoe.
Madara... Uchiha!
Though he had seen him in the footage, facing him in person still meant feeling that oppressive presence bearing down on him.
"Ah! It hurts!"
Obito tried to move his body, and bone-deep pain instantly shot through his nerves.
He had intended to grit his teeth and endure it, but what little reason he had left told him that would break character.
So he let out an agonized scream that made even Madara's brow furrow slightly.
"The reason you suffer is that you're still alive..."
Madara Uchiha began brainwashing Obito.
And Obito?
Of course, he didn't pay him the slightest attention.
There was only one thought in his mind: Huh? Where was that line from again? What was supposed to come next?
After that, he simply played himself, acting exactly like an inexperienced kid.
While the two of them exchanged their lines,
Xuanhui's clone had already crept directly above them.
"Dammit, southeastern Land of Fire, this close to the Hidden Mist Village!"
It made sense. After all, the Hidden Mist Village had been plagued by the Sharingan for quite some time.
Having confirmed the approximate location, he could head back. Obito's life force was slowly improving, so it seemed he had already received a transplant of hashirama cells.
Xuanhui formed a hand seal, and the clone dissolved into specks of light.
On the Iwagakure battlefield.
Xuanhui sat on top of two