He slowly sat up, gasping for breath.
"Madara, you only wanted to harness the Ten-Tails' power, didn't you?"
"That was why you deliberately let Hashirama attack you."
"How childish."
Seeing that Obito had actually regained his senses, Madara formed a hand seal and teased, "You're wrong. True childishness belongs to those who can't keep their cool."
Obito knew Madara was referring to him swallowing the Box of Paradise.
But he had no other choice. Natsuki had put too much pressure on him.
As an Uchiha Clan member who completely countered him, Obito had lost count of how many times he had died at Natsuki's hands.
And Minato's Flying Thunder God Mark was still on him, which meant Natsuki had been sparing his life all along.
Although he doesn't know what Natsuki wanted, that was his only chance.
"Hahahahaha... Hahaha..."
"If you want to become a Jinchuriki, you must be revived in the truest sense of the word. And only I can accomplish that by sacrificing my life to perform the Reanimation Jutsu."
"But now, I have no desire to use the Reanimation Jutsu to save you."
Although Obito was Madara's collaborator, he had no intention of becoming a stepping stone.
Sacrificing himself for the Reanimation Jutsu was even more absurd.
As long as he lived, he had limitless possibilities.
Madara lowered his gaze slightly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "That little brat from back then has become quite aggressive."
Obito glanced at Madara. "I never considered you a companion."
Madara gave a cold laugh, brimming with the confidence of someone who had everything under control.
"Heh, the Rinnegan are mine. Do you think you can escape the palm of my hand?"
Obito patted his chest, over his heart. "You still want to control me? In your next life."