A damp, dark underground kingdom riddled with tree roots.
Obito Uchiha gazed deeply into the eyes of this world's elderly "Madara."
On the surface, Obito Uchiha had activated his Sharingan and was communicating with the elderly "Madara" within a Genjutsu he had constructed.
"Black and White Zetsu," standing guard nearby, could only exchange bewildered looks.
To be fair.
This Obito Uchiha seemed to have a screw loose, but his strength was the real deal.
Who could have imagined that a little brat fresh out of the Ninja Academy, normally the class's dead last, would have awakened his Sharingan?
And Obito Uchiha seemed to have awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan as well.
As for how he had done it, "Black Zetsu" certainly hadn't figured that out.
But this also meant that many of the elderly "Madara's" earlier plans were no longer needed.
Obito Uchiha had already awakened his eyes. He didn't need another "awakening ritual."
Besides, judging by Obito Uchiha's performance on the battlefield.
His mental fortitude was extraordinary.
Obito could make his enemies die in all sorts of ways without batting an eye, no matter how disgusting those deaths were.
It was hard to stir the emotions of someone like that.
Obito could even calmly poke at mangled scraps of corpses with a branch.
Such bizarre behavior made it clear that the boy already had mental problems.
It was hard to imagine what kind of warped environment Obito must have grown up in.
Yet "Black Zetsu" had watched Obito for so long and had never thought his childhood was particularly twisted.
The Sharingan really was a wonderful thing.
It spared Obito Uchiha the trouble of putting things into words, directly recreating everything he wanted to show the elderly "Madara."
It was a highly developed Konoha Shinobi Village.
Bustling streets;
Luxurious hot