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"Also... Grandpa, who are you? Hey... Shinigami. Responsible for taking people to heaven or hell." Obito said with a grin.

It has to be said that Obito before the blackening is definitely a natural optimist, in this case, I still have the mood to joke.

But with a glimpse of his gaze, a cold light came into view, the sharp edge of a sickle.

Suddenly, Obito was shocked, as if the joke just now was confirmed, he shook his head indiscriminately, and shouted in horror: "No...I don't want to die...Help! Even the sickle is on. It's coming out... You are definitely Shinigami!!

It's Shinigami who specializes in managing the life and death of the Uchiha clan, right? ! I... I have always regarded helping elderly people in difficulties as my life rule since I was young! ! Although I do not play pranks less and don't follow the rules very much, I can't ignore me at all. Grandpa... please do well, don't let me go to hell, ah... it hurts. "

Because Obito's movements were too great when he spoke, the wound was pulled, and the pain hit his entire body.

"If you still know the pain, it means... you are still alive." The old man said lightly.

Obito was obviously taken aback, but that's the truth. The old man continued: "However, it is definitely a miracle that you can be rescued. Your body is almost like walking through a rock without being crushed by the rock."

"Then I... later?!" Obito asked.

"You fell in the underground passage I built...right next to the collapsed rock." The old man said lightly, as if everything was a coincidence.

"That being said... half of your body has been almost completely crushed... I will help you with emergency treatment." The old man continued to say indifferently.

"Grandpa, did you save me...Thank you." Obito said.(Read more @ hotmtlnovel.xyz)

"It's too early to say thank you. You have to repay this kindness. Isn't it your guideline to help the elderly?!" said the old man.

"Uh...that's what it says...then...what should I do?!" Obito was asked a little by the old man's words.

"Stay and take care of you?!" Obito asked tentatively.

"No need." The old man refused directly.

"Then... what else can I do?! I'm really sorry, I can't stay here all the time, since I'm still alive, I have to go back to Konoha quickly. Now it's still wartime, I finally opened Sharingan... This way you can better protect your companion next time," Obito said.

"Better protect your companions...hehe." The old man seemed to hear a joke.

"What...what?!" Looking at the smiling old man, Obito had a bad feeling and quickly asked.

"You look like this...you can't be a ninja anymore." The old man put his scythe in his hands, looked at Obito, and said indifferently.

"No, no... I finally got Sharingan. Now I am confident that I can better cooperate with everyone. Next time I will definitely become a ninja who can protect my companions!!" Obito retorted the old man loudly, and thought at the same time Lin and Kakashi.

"Look at the reality clearly..." the old man said lightly: "In this world, not everything can be as you wish. The longer you live... the clearer you will see... The reality is actually helpless pain and emptiness..."

"This old man, what are you talking about." Obito wondered.

The old man continued: "Listen well...in this world, where there is light, there will be shadows. The so-called winner... Peace will inevitably lead to war, and for the sake of protection, hatred will be bred. The cause and effect here cannot be cut off, the reality is like this..."

"Have you opened the chattering box? Let the old man nag, I guess it will be endless." Obito thought in his heart, and interrupted aloud: "Grandpa...Where is it?"

"It's your injury that saved someone... didn't it?!" The old man didn't seem to want to answer Obito's question, and continued to talk about his own.

Finally, Obito couldn't bear it any longer, and said loudly, "You have been talking endlessly since just now. I don't want to stay in this kind of ghost place. I want to..." Obito wanted to get up, but his body didn't listen to him. handle.

"If you want to go, 560 nobody will stop you... It just depends on whether you can go." The old man was indifferent to Obito's struggle.

"Wait, isn't this... strange?! Why would an old man with Sharingan stay in this place alone?! Think about it, I should know the grandpa and grandma in Konoha Village, but I But I haven't seen him once... It seems that this old man is not Konoha's ninja, so it can only be..." Obito thought to himself.

"Old man... you are... Konoha's betrayal." Obito opened his mouth.

Hearing Obito's question, the old man's eyes fluctuated without any fluctuations. He sat on the wooden stake next to him, put the sickle aside, and slowly said, "I am... the undead of the Uchiha clan... Uchiha Madara. "

"What?!!!" Obito was shocked because he had heard the name.

"Uchiha Madara, Ninja Shura! A ninja who has been stunned for an era. I didn't expect to be alive now." Suddenly a sigh sounded