At that, Zetsu voiced his admiration.
Madara remained expressionless and gave no answer. He merely looked down at the boy before him, who was barely conscious and had only half his body left.
Had he been in his prime, he would never have allowed himself to resort to underhanded schemes.
But after their last battle, he knew perfectly well that defeating that man with his current strength alone would be difficult.
He could only lay his plans, weaken his opponent, and then begin his grand scheme to return to life.
"Then, what about the Uchiha Clan?"
Suddenly, Zetsu spoke again, his voice carrying clear doubt and hesitation.
"Do you think..."
"I would care about them?"
Madara spoke coldly.
"I understand!"
"How cruel!"
Zetsu chuckled.
Madara ignored him. He reached out and began using Wood Release to replace Obito's missing tissue, helping his body recover.
Konoha's Northwest Border.
When the news arrived, Fugaku froze.
"Where did Iwagakure find the nerve to slip past us and attack Kannabi Bridge?"
Xia Le was sitting quietly inside the tent.
He had just received word that Obito had died, that Kakashi had received his left eye, and that Rin had died afterward as well.
Everything had happened extremely quickly, with almost no deviation from the original story.
The strange thing was that he had felt no involvement whatsoever in the events at Kannabi Bridge.
But that was hardly surprising. Even if he knew the entire plot, he could not possibly take part in every single event.
Even if he could, there was no need.
Like everyone else in this world, Xia Le was a living, breathing person within it.
Doing his own part well was enough.
Still, when it came to that child Obito, he felt some regret.
"Ah..."
After a long while, Xia