I'm Waiting for My Grandpa-What Are You Waiting For?

Dust spiraled through the air and dispersed.

The western wall had been smashed through, leaving a breach wide enough for two people. Morning light poured in from outside.

Broken bricks and stones lay scattered across the floor, while snapped wooden beams pressed into the rubble, their jagged cross-sections exposed.

A crimson suit of armor glinted with cold metallic light, and a tall figure stood at the center.

His black hair fell past his waist. There was not the slightest trace of age on his face; if anything, he looked absurdly young.

A pair of Rinnegan rippling with purple rings swept across the room.

Leaning on a broken branch, Obito staggered back two steps.

His throat tightened, and he could not force out a single question.

Who the hell was this?

Ye, seated in his chair, slightly curled his lips.

Grandpa had arrived at just the right time.

He glanced at Danzo's livid old face across from him and chuckled inwardly.

I'm waiting for my grandpa. What are you waiting for?

Ye shifted into a more comfortable position, his crossed leg swinging even more merrily.

Fugaku stared at the figure who had smashed through the wall, cold sweat streaming down his cheeks.

He had seen that face countless times on clan steles and in ancient painted scrolls.

Madara Uchiha.

The legend who had founded Konoha alongside the First Hokage, Hashirama Senju, before later vanishing without a trace.

Fugaku opened his mouth, but his throat was tight, and he could not say a word.

The hand Hiruzen Sarutobi held his pipe with was trembling, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

Wasn't Madara already dead?

How could he possibly appear here in such a young, peak-state form?

Danzo clutched his numb right arm and recovered from his initial shock.

He lowered his