Inside Madara Uchiha's Base.
Madara watched his grandson talk back, and the anger inside him flared higher and higher.
"Are you—" Slap! "Are you—" Another slap! "Trying to tell me what to do?!"
Those two slaps left Obito's head ringing.
He gave a bitter smile.
Sure enough, no matter which world you were in, whenever you tried to reason with your elders...
Especially when your reasoning left them unable to argue back, a beating was never far away.
After giving Obito a few slaps...
Madara felt much better all over.
Whew... so this is the joy of raising a grandson?
Madara thought to himself.
But seeing his grandson's aggrieved face, he felt a little bad for him.
"Are you all right, Obito?"
"What do you think, Grandpa Madara?"
Obito rolled his red eyes as he spoke.
"If someone else had taken those two slaps, you might've smacked their head clean open."
Madara looked a little embarrassed at that, but soon gave a cold snort.
"Hmph. Admit it when you're wrong, and stand straight when you take your beating. Do you understand your mistake now?"
Obito nodded repeatedly in resignation.
"Yes, yes. You're treating me like your grand... you really are fucking lecturing your grandson..."
Seeing his grandson look so glum, Madara thought for a moment before speaking.
"Obito, do you need Grandpa to capture that Orochimaru for you?"
After some consideration, Obito nodded slightly.
"That guy has Hashirama's and Lord Tobirama's Summoning Scrolls, and he's exceptionally good at stirring up trouble himself. The sooner we deal with him, the better."
"But Grandpa Madara, I came here about something urgent. Let's put Orochimaru aside for now."
Somewhat surprised, Madara turned to ask him.
"Oh? What's so urgent?"
Obito scratched his head.
"You've probably heard, right? Some bastard exposed my identity as