"Little Obito's Sharingan—we should find him a teacher with a Sharingan to teach him," Tsukimi said with a smile.
"Huh? Those two clowns?" Dave asked, dumbfounded.
Seriously, those two teaching Obito? What the hell would they turn him into? Were either of their Sharingan even normal? If he actually let them teach the boy and they turned him into some thug, wouldn't that be a disaster?
"No! No, absolutely not. We can't ask those two!" Dave hurriedly shook his head, rejecting the suggestion.
"Then who else could teach Obito? Or should I check with the clan and see if any of the elders could do it?" Tsukimi asked in confusion.
"...How about this? I'll ask Uncle Madara?" Dave gave some careful thought to who would be suitable to teach Obito.
In the end, Dave settled on Uncle Madara. Whatever his teaching skills might be like, Uncle Madara's ability to keep someone in line was second to none...
Remembering his own training under Uncle Madara, Dave almost wanted to shed a tear even now.
Back then, he had been on a date with Tsukimi, sitting on a bench in a little park. Their lips had been just about to touch when two Sharingan suddenly appeared right in front of him, glaring daggers at him...
Dave didn't expect Obito to achieve anything spectacular. As long as his grandson stayed out of trouble and showed a little respect for his elders, that was enough. Looking at it that way, Uncle Madara really was the one who needed to keep the boy in line.
"Oh! How did I forget about my master? He could definitely teach him!" Tsukimi's eyes lit up.
Thinking it over, Tsukimi knew that although her younger brother and future son-in-law were both outstanding in their abilities, they were outstanding in