[The previous chapter has been revised. Feel free to go back and read it again.]
Inside Madara Uchiha's Base.
Black Zetsu quietly watched the two of them laugh like maniacs (have an episode).
...When were these two ever going to stop laughing?
(Madara, Obito: We're dying of laughter. We literally can't stop!)
Ten minutes later.
Their laughter gradually subsided.
It was as though they had exchanged some secret signal.
Madara's gaze softened considerably as he looked at Obito.
This kid is so much like me...
Seeing the increasingly strange look in Madara Uchiha's eyes,
Obito couldn't help feeling that something was off.
Why does Lord Madara look at me...like he's looking at his fucking grandson?
Unable to stand that bizarre stare, he spoke somewhat awkwardly.
"Uchiha Madara, I heard you wanted to see me, so here I am."
Rather than respond to Obito's statement, Madara spoke with interest.
"Oh? You aren't the least bit surprised to meet a legendary figure?"
Obito rolled his eyes, speechless.
Lord Madara, come on. You can't just praise yourself like that.
Besides.
Seven hundred and twenty episodes of Naruto.
I've watched the whole fucking thing more than a dozen times.
I've seen your face hundreds, if not thousands, of times.
...What kind of reaction are you expecting?
And it's not just you.
I've seen so many adult film actresses that I can't even get it up anymore!
If you insist on an example...I can't raise one.
Obito scratched his spiky hair and said,
"You can start."
Madara scratched his own spiky hair and asked,
"...Start what?"
Obito said, "...You know, say something."
"Introduce yourself, talk about your ambitions, convince me to work for you, that sort of thing."
"...What else would we do? Sit here chatting about Uchiha Clan family affairs?"
Madara started laughing again.