The Cursed Eye!

Obito's grandmother gazed at the young-faced Obito before her with aching tenderness.

She knew full well that her beloved grandson was tormented by his inability to awaken the Sharingan, suffering deeply within.

"Obito, don't be too anxious. We don't need to pay attention to the gossip within the clan."

Obito's grandmother slowly extended her wrinkled hand and gently stroked Obito's head, as though she wished to pass some warmth and comfort to her grandson.

"Yeah, Grandma, don't worry. I haven't taken those people's words to heart at all."

Obito Uchiha said.

"That's good, that's good... Child, awakening the Uchiha Clan's eyes is no easy matter. It is filled with bloodshed and cruelty, and it often requires unimaginable pain. If possible, Grandma truly wishes she could keep you from bearing this suffering and spare you such torment..."

Obito's grandmother tightly held Obito's hand, her eyes reddening as her voice began to choke with sobs.

Hearing his grandmother's heartfelt words, Obito felt a pang of sorrow, and a bitter smile appeared on his face.

In this dog-eat-dog Ninja World, for someone born into the Uchiha Clan like him, the Sharingan was undoubtedly one of the most powerful weapons.

It was also the key to whether he could become stronger and gain even greater power.

Yet he had still failed to awaken the Sharingan, leaving him utterly frustrated and lost.

According to what he had imagined, he should have awakened his eyes all the way, awakened the Mangekyo Sharingan, obtained Dual Kamui, and then dominated the Shinobi World with no equal.

Two-Tomoe Sharingan at five, Three-Tomoe Sharingan at six, Mangekyo Sharingan at ten.

Kage-level strength at eleven, Super Shadow at twelve, Six Paths at thirteen, strongest in the Shinobi World at fifteen, crushing Isshiki!

That was the script he wanted, but at present, it seemed somewhat unrealistic.

"Grandma, I understand."

Obito Uchiha took a deep breath and said.

Obito's grandmother looked at Obito Uchiha, perhaps seeing his unwillingness to accept it, and let out a deep sigh.

"Obito Uchiha, a new mission! The mission is S-rank!"

The next day, an ANBU delivered Obito Uchiha's first mission after becoming a Jonin.

Obito Uchiha ate something casually before preparing to leave.

"Grandma, I've prepared this week's medicine for you. Be sure to take it."

Obito Uchiha reminded her.

Just as Obito Uchiha finished packing and was about to push open the door and step outside.

Obito's grandmother, who should have been lying quietly in bed resting, suddenly got out of bed by herself.

She walked unsteadily, trembling as she headed straight toward Obito.

When Obito's grandmother finally reached him, she slowly stretched out her wrinkled, somewhat withered hands and tightly gripped his wrist.

As though she feared that the moment she let go, the beloved grandson before her would vanish.

Obito's grandmother raised her head and gazed at him with eyes full of reluctance.

"Grandma, it's okay. It's just a mission. I'll come back."

Obito Uchiha said with a smile.

He thought his grandmother was merely worried about him.

Unexpectedly, she continued looking at him, her gaze seeming to be desperately memorizing his face.

Like an elderly person about to pass away, wanting to take one final look at her grandson.

Obito did not understand, so he could only stand there and let his grandmother look at him properly.

After a minute, Obito's grandmother relaxed her brow and smiled.

"Obito, you must take good care of yourself."

His grandmother said softly.

Obito Uchiha nodded. "Don't worry, I can handle it."

Only then did his grandmother slowly release his wrist.

Obito put on his coat and left home. Just as he was about to depart, he turned back to look.

He discovered that his grandmother was still standing at the doorway, watching him.

"The wind is strong outside. Go back in early."

After reminding her, Obito vanished.

Obito's grandmother closed the door and looked at the medicine on the table...

Obito Uchiha's mission this time was to protect a daimyo during an inspection tour.

The mission was simple enough.

It had been classified as S-rank because those Land of Fire nobles were afraid of dying and had paid heavily for Konoha to send powerful Jonin on an S-rank mission.

Obito, a newly promoted Jonin, was naturally selected.

At this moment, Obito Uchiha wore a long black garment, his long hair flowing down his back, with the Tachi Kakashi had given him hanging at his waist. If he put on a mask, he would definitely look like Red Moon Obito Uchiha.

"Kid, you look very young. Could those old foxes in Konoha be fooling me? They sent a little brat like you to escort me."

A noble dressed in red said blandly.

Obito smiled faintly. "My lord, don't underestimate me. I am Konoha's youngest Jonin, and I'm from the Uchiha Clan!"

"Oh! So you're from that clan?!"

The red-clothed noble's pupils constricted, and the doubt in his eyes vanished at once.

Along the way, Obito only encountered a few wandering ninja. It seemed the outskirts of the Shinobi World were not very peaceful either!

In the end, Obito protected him for a week and completed the mission perfectly.

After returning to Konoha to submit the mission to the Hokage and collect the reward, he went home.

As usual, Obito went to the pharmacy to buy his grandmother's medicine for the next week.

He carried the medicine home.

"I'm back! Grandma!"

Obito called out from the entryway.

Yet this time, there was no response. His home was terrifyingly quiet.

Obito Uchiha frowned slightly, and his movements unconsciously became lighter.

Obito knew his grandmother was taking her afternoon nap again, so he moved very quietly and slowly.

After changing clothes, Obito entered his grandmother's room to check whether she had taken her medicine on time.

However, when he inadvertently glanced at the tabletop, his heart suddenly jolted. The medicine he had bought earlier remained untouched, still neatly lined up exactly as before!

Obito's pupils suddenly contracted as a sense of dread surged into his heart.

Obito rushed forward, trembling as he extended his hand to check his grandmother's breathing.

But the instant his fingers touched the tip of her nose, it was as if a bolt from the blue had struck him. He froze stiffly where he stood.

The unbelievable truth lay before him—his only family, his grandmother, no longer had the slightest breath left!

This cruel reality was like a heavy hammer, viciously smashing into Obito's heart!

Obito staggered backward, his gaze falling upon an inconspicuous note on the table.

Obito slowly reached out and picked up the note. Familiar handwriting came into view:

"Obito, Grandma knows that you have always wanted to awaken the Sharingan. But the path to awakening it is filled with endless pain, and Grandma truly cannot bear to watch you endure such torment. Yet Grandma also does not wish to see you take an extreme path because of your desire to awaken the Sharingan. Grandma is old now, no longer of any use. Perhaps only Grandma's departure can allow you to successfully awaken your eyes..."