This Ninja Is Obviously Not Strong but Really Hard to Kill

"This Sharingan of mine... is for you. Speaking of which, after you became a superior Ninja, I have not properly congratulated you, Kakashi. So this eye can be considered as a gift for you to become a superior Ninja."

When Obito, who had half of his body flattened by the huge rock, said this with a smile, Kakashi and Rin, who were standing helplessly on the side, were shocked at the same time.

Kakashi's eyes that were filled with pain, instantly fell into a daze, and Rin's tears once again flowed down her cheeks after a slight delay.

They all knew what Obito's words meant, but they could only watch helplessly as Obito died. This kind of pain was like someone using a knife to cut their hearts thousands of times!

"No matter what the people in the village say, you are the best Jonin. This is also the last bit of my heart. Take it. In addition, Kakashi, Rin will be in your care."

When Obito smiled and handed the intact left eye to Kakashi and asked him to take care of Rin, he felt the ground shake violently, and his consciousness completely fell into darkness.

"With this eye, you will definitely be able to escape with Rin. Don't disappoint me... Kakashi."

…..

"The clone has sent news. Madara-sama has brought back a severely injured little kid. Do you want to go take a look?"

The elusive Little White suddenly emerged from the ground and stared at Shinomiya Aoba with its two dead fish eyes.

When Shinomiya Aoba heard this, his eyes lit up. He immediately jumped off the bed and said, "Let's go. Where are we?"

"Madara-sama is in the medical room to treat him."

'The medical room….'

Shinomiya Aoba curled his lips. He did not know why, but in the entire base, the place he disliked the most was that eerie place.

In addition, if he went there at this time, it would only cause more trouble. It might also arouse the suspicion of that old bastard. Therefore, he decided to endure it again. Anyway, he had already survived for half a year, so why would he care about this short while?

As for whether the little kid that was rescued was that poor child Obito or not, it would not take long for him to know.

Therefore, he walked out of the room and walked to another place with his short legs.

This was one of the many spare spaces left behind by Madara after he opened up this base. Because it was temporarily not used, he wanted to use it as a tomb.

The room was dark and empty. There were two tombstones placed side by side on the ground in the middle of the room. They were the tombstones he had set up for his parents in his life after settling down.

Although the original Shinomiya Aoba had actually been killed, since 'he' had come back to life and inherited this name, his body, and everything else, then this kindness still needed to be repaid.

The current him was still too weak. He was unable to avenge the parents of this body, nor could he do anything else. He simply did what he could, which could be considered filial piety.

Apart from that, there was another reason why he was unwilling to mention it.

That was to do it for that old bastard!

Was it easy to make use of people who were loyal to them, or was White-Eyed Wolf* more trustworthy?

[*TL Note: White-Eyed Wolf is a Chinese Idiom, used to describe a particularly cold-hearted, cruel person]

Since he could not show any value for the time being, then he would create a few of them himself.

And this kind of thing was very suitable for his current 'character setting', so why not?

Not only did he make his conscience a little better, but he also achieved his goal.

The only problem was that he didn't know if that old bastard Madara would take this.

After respectfully paying his respects to his dead parents, Shinomiya Aoba stood up again. He believed that everything he did could not escape the eyes of White Zetsu and Madara, so he let time prove whether his efforts were worth it.

Taking a deep breath, he turned around and walked out.

...…..

"Where... is this place?"

"This is the crack between the Underworld and the Modern Realm, Uchiha's clansmen."

As soon as Madara opened his mouth, Shinomiya Aoba, who was standing outside, eavesdropping.

'He could even speak such shameless words, and he was not embarrassed at all. No wonder he could fool so many people!!'

In addition, his face was full of wrinkles, and his poker face made it impossible to tell whether he was telling the truth or not. His acting tough suddenly rose up. No wonder he was not afraid of Naruto's strongest mouth at the later stage. He was a grandmaster-level figure.

"Your eyes..."

After a short period of adapting, Obito finally saw a bit more clearly. Then he saw the familiar magatama in the eyes of the old man in front of the bed!

"Are you also a member of the Uchiha clan?"

"Hehe, who knows?"

'Look at you!'

'Again, again!'

'In terms of the art of acting, you, Madara, are the strongest!'

'In short, I, Shinomiya Aoba, am convinced!'

Subsequently, the ambiguous and mysterious conversation in the room continued. Shinomiya Aoba yawned as he listened. What fate, karma, and a peaceful world? Someone was saved because of you... Listening to it made him feel sleepy.

Standing outside, he could imagine Obito's confused face that he could not understand at all.

However, it could be expected that Madara, the supermundane master of Uchiha's family, was successful. After all, even a hot-blooded young man like Obito could not fool him, and he was still the villain boss.

However, a one-track mind also had its benefits. Although Madara still took out the method to blackmail Obito to repay this life-saving grace, Obito had been clamoring to get back Konoha and to find Kakashi and Rin.

However, the brilliant point of Madara was that he did not seem to be in a hurry to achieve success, or perhaps he still had some methods that he did not use to make Obito submit.

Thus, he heard Obito shout loudly from inside, "From the beginning, I do not know what you are talking about. In short, I will not stay here. I am leaving!"

"If you want to leave, you can leave at any time..."

After saying this, Madara did not say anything else. He turned around and walked out.

At this moment, Obito seemed to have thought of something. He suddenly asked loudly, "Who are you? I have seen all of Uchiha's clansmen. So... are you Konoha's rebel"

Madara, who had his back to Obito, seemed to smile. He said something that made Obito's heart tremble without looking back!

"I am Uchiha's undead, Uchiha... Madara."

Obito instantly widened his eyes as if someone had grabbed his throat with his hand. He was unable to ask the questions in his stomach again. The sound of the sickle falling to the ground and rubbing against the ground came into his ears, gradually fading away