Tobirama Senju eyed Obito, who had just stepped out of the vortex, his face filled with undisguised hostility.
"Hmph, evil Uchiha."
Obito blankly turned toward the voice, only to spot two extremely unfriendly figures at once.
Hashirama Senju stared at him with excitement written all over his face, while Tobirama Senju looked as though he wanted to chop him to pieces on the spot.
Obito's body trembled involuntarily.
What the hell? Why are these two here? Weren't they enemies on the other side? I was just thinking about how to trick the Allied Shinobi Forces into dealing with these freaks, and now they've come straight to me?
"Madara, why are you wearing a mask?"
Hashirama did not notice Obito's expression at all and eagerly stepped closer.
"Why did you suddenly start ignoring me? And you clearly didn't die in that battle at the Valley of the End. Where exactly did you go afterward? You didn't make any moves for all these years, so why wouldn't you return to Konoha? Were you afraid I wouldn't take you in?"
The stream of questions came at him like machine-gun fire, leaving Obito completely dumbfounded.
Tobirama finally could not stand it anymore and cut in. "Big Brother, can't you tell? This guy isn't Madara Uchiha at all."
The smile on Hashirama's face froze. He reined in his excitement and carefully sensed Obito's chakra, his expression quickly turning strange.
He really was not.
The chakra on this man's body did not match the Madara in his memories at all.
Ōnoki and the others also frowned, their gazes sweeping back and forth over Obito.
"If you're not Madara Uchiha, then who exactly are you? And what are you planning to do?"
Obito impatiently lifted his eyelids. "I've already made myself very clear. My only goal is