"Well, let's see just how strong that brat is, to be called Hashirama's reincarnation."
Madara rose from his chair, then looked at Black Zetsu.
"How's that kid Obito doing? Take me to see him."
Black Zetsu's body trembled, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lowered face.
Black Zetsu: Oh yeah! The head of the family is back! That brat Obito finally won't get to walk all over me anymore!
He nodded hurriedly, then led Madara through the soil, swimming toward Obito's base.
As they swam, a small white snake happened to brush past them, a sharp glint flashing through its golden eyes.
At that moment, Obito was setting about waking the sleeping White Zetsu, preparing for the coming war.
Although the White Zetsu had all sorts of bizarre personalities, they were all very obedient.
They showed a high degree of compliance with Obito's commands.
"As expected of weapons made by the God Tree. Next, it'll be your time to perform."
Obito stood up high, looking down over the thousands upon thousands of White Zetsu underground, the corners of his mouth rising.
Suddenly, two sets of footsteps sounded behind him, and a voice very similar to the one in his memories, but much younger, rang out beside his ear.
"Yo, little Obito. Long time no see."
Obito stiffened for a moment. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then turned to look at the newcomer.
The newcomer's figure was reflected in his eyes, one red and one purple. Even with all his mental preparation, did facing this man still put some pressure on him?
"Madara... Uchiha."
As he spoke the name, Madara's lips curved upward, but his aura grew terrifying.
"Heh, to think you've already hit your rebellious phase after just these few years."
"You even dare call