Born in Sunagakure, dedicated to antagonizing Konoha for decades

As soon as Obito finished speaking, the two underlings, Black and White, who were trying to get a feel for things, stopped what they were doing, staring at Obito in shock, and then looking at Lord Madara.

They were even told that they hadn't noticed before, but now that this kid had brought it up, they realized that Grandpa Ban and this kid really did look somewhat alike. Could it be...?

740. Grandpa Ban never regrets what he does.

"...That's not what I meant, I meant...cough cough!"

Madara was furious. "I don't even like Chiyo, the flower of the ninja world, how could I possibly like your grandma?"

If I had a grandson like you, I would have shot your dad into the wall long ago!

“Look into my eyes.”

Madara forced himself to calm down, stopped the brat from babbling on, and immediately activated his Sharingan to look at Obito.

"Sharingan! You...you're really my grandfather?! Σ(⊙▽⊙a)"

If he had any doubts before, seeing those Sharingan eyes, Obito was now completely convinced.

"You brat, I'm not your grandpa! My name is Uchiha Madara, haven't you heard of me? My name should still be in your textbooks, right? ￣へ￣"

"I can see that this kid doesn't know anything about showing off. It's a waste of breath to talk to him. It's better to just say it directly," said Grandpa Ban with an air of dominance.

"Sog! So Grandpa, your name is Uchiha Madara. That's a nice name."

Obito nodded in sudden realization. Although he hadn't heard of it before, it sounded quite imposing, at least more imposing than his own name, Obito...

"...You don't know who I am? (⊙_⊙)?"

Seeing Obito's expression, Madara was dumbfounded. Although he was indeed the first rogue ninja of Konoha, his unparalleled contributions in ending the chaos and establishing Konoha with his beloved could not be erased. Even if the people of Konoha wanted to deliberately forget him, his beloved was the First Hokage who founded Konoha. Shouldn't those history textbooks have an introduction to his beloved? If there is an introduction to his beloved, then he, the best supporting actor, should definitely be included. But looking at this kid, it seems he really doesn't know who he is.

Has he really been out of the ninja world for so long that his legend has been forgotten by the times?

Madara might not know, and while it's hard to say about other ninja villages, he is indeed mentioned in Konoha's history textbooks. Back then, Tobirama Senju deliberately downplayed his influence, so from the establishment of the Ninja Academy onwards, the history textbooks only briefly mentioned him as the First Hokage, Hashirama Senju, ending the war and jointly building Konoha with someone from the Uchiha clan. The key point is that his name has been changed to someone from the Uchiha clan. Unless you are a high-ranking member of Konoha or a senior member of the Uchiha clan, you would have no idea who Madara Uchiha is.

Let's not even talk about how Obito spent his six years of compulsory education chasing girls and never even opened a book, making him practically illiterate. Even those academic geniuses with no connections who knew those secrets back then didn't know who Madara Uchiha was. Obito wasn't just illiterate; he was also a marginal figure in the Uchiha clan and Konoha. How would he know Madara's name?

"Didn't you just say you were Uchiha Madara? Have you forgotten?"

Obito looked at his grandfather with some pity. Perhaps old age was causing forgetfulness; he'd even forgotten what he'd just said. Maybe that was why he'd forgotten the way home...

"Aren't you from the Uchiha clan? Didn't you ever attend classes at the Ninja Academy? How come you don't know who I am?"

Looking at Obito's eyes, Madara felt like he'd been attacked by a dog. His anger was no longer under control. How could he tolerate this guy, a member of the Uchiha clan, not knowing that he was the greatest Uchiha in history?

"How could that be! Of course I'm an Uchiha. Didn't you see I had two tomoe right from the start?"

At this point, Obito stood tall, chest out, stomach in, and buttocks tucked in, exuding arrogance. But when it came to classes, none of those chattering teachers could compare to his beautiful Shi Jie Lin...

“…”

Looking at this pathetic figure, Madara felt as if he were seeing his beloved child again. Both of them had incredibly dense nervous systems. However, there was a difference between Madara and his beloved. Although his beloved was dense, he was still quite capable. Even after being tortured by Madara, he could still unleash Wood Release. This kid, on the other hand, was truly useless. If he hadn't been so oblivious, he would still be nothing more than a Fireball Jutsu.

Moreover, he discovered that this kid wasn't just oblivious, but also had a small brain capacity. They'd been chatting for almost an hour now, and the kid still hadn't asked him the crucial question, like why he was there. If the kid didn't ask questions, he couldn't tell the story...

Looking at this shameless brat with no brains, Madara couldn't understand where this kid got the confidence to call himself a super genius of Konoha. If you hadn't met me, you would have gone to see your long-lost grandfather long ago!

And he's a fucking genius...

"Grandpa, I have to hurry back to the village. Everyone in the village must think I'm gone. I have to go back right away."

Obito finally remembered the important matter. Mainly, he hadn't seen his world for a long time, and those in his world who didn't know him would be heartbroken if they thought he was dead.

"Kid, I'm saying this for the last time, I'm not your grandfather! I say you're my child because I'm considered a senior of your Uchiha clan, understand? Besides, you can't go back to Konoha right now. Haven't you noticed that your body hasn't adapted yet? Because you just had a transplanted body, it needs time to adapt. Otherwise, if this body clashes with you, you'll die just the same."

Grandpa Ban realized he really couldn't beat around the bush with this kid. With the kid's limited brain capacity, if he said anything too profound, the kid wouldn't understand and would easily misunderstand.

"Huh? What are we going to do? The village is still at war. Teacher Minato and the others don't know I'm still alive. They must be heartbroken!"

Obito was getting anxious. What if Kakashi, that bastard, took advantage of the situation and stole his world away if he wasn't there? Isn't there an old saying that feelings are most easily formed after going through hardships together?

"...You've been unconscious for months. The war is over now, Konoha has won, and your teacher Minato will likely become the next Hokage soon. You'd better stay here and recuperate, or you'll die on the way before you even see your girlfriend."

"If that brat Golden Lion, that little rascal, makes him angry because of his foul mouth, then this kid's anger stems from his incredibly low intelligence," said Uncle Madara, his face devoid of emotion. "I'm starting to regret choosing this kid as my spokesperson." However, Uncle Madara never regrets his decisions. Since he'd chosen this kid, he'd try his best to nurture him, hoping that once the kid fully succumbs to darkness, his intelligence would reach half of his own...

The plan to weaken Konoha this time was fairly effective. Although his little fan, Golden Lion, that rascal, was doing nothing in other battlefields, especially the Sand Village battlefield, he didn't seem to have the energy to go around doing nothing for that useless Kazekage like he did in World War II. The other battlefields were unremarkable. However, the results in the Kirigakure battlefield, where he controlled the battlefield, were quite good. The Kaguya clan's performance, in particular, far exceeded his expectations, greatly pleasing him...

741. Is Tsunade short of money again?

The fact that Obito Uchiha had two tomoe right from the start was an even bigger surprise for him. Naturally, he couldn't let this representative he had been waiting for for decades really get into trouble. You have to understand that he had been waiting for this one for decades, and he didn't have another few decades to wait for!

"But... at least let me write them a letter, just to let them know I'm not dead."

Obito was frantic, fearing that Kakashi would take advantage of the situation and steal his sister away.

"Wouldn't it be better to give them a surprise after you've recovered? Take White Zetsu back to recuperate, and then you can take him back to Konoha once he's better."

Grandpa Ban gave the little white-clad boy a wink.

"I'm so sorry, I'm really troubling you. I'm much better now and I can go back by myself."

Since this imposing old man wasn't his long-lost grandfather, and he'd never even heard of him before, and this man lived in such a gloomy place, he figured he couldn't be a good person—either a rogue ninja or a coward who faked his death on the battlefield and was hiding. How could he, a brilliant genius of Konoha aspiring to be Hokage, possibly associate with someone like that? Wouldn't that tarnish his perfect career?

Obito's acting skills are really bad, while Madara is a veteran actor who has seen more of the world than he has walked the road. Seeing that Obito's distrust was written all over his face, Madara knew exactly what he was thinking. He closed his eyes and opened them again, then gave Obito a little illusion to keep him quiet for a while.

"Lord Ban, this brat is not so easy to fool!"

The white-clad younger brother, holding the sleeping Obito in one arm and still trying to get into the swing of things with the other, said...

“I never intended to fool him. When he feels hopeless about the world, he will come to me. That little girl on the outskirts of Konoha is the best opportunity.”

Madara looked at the sleeping Obito with an air of wisdom and said.

"That little girl has been in Konoha all this time. Kakashi, the son of White Fang, does have some talent. He's already familiar with the Sharingan. Should we bring that eye back to Obito?"

At this moment, the black-clad henchman, who had been practicing to find the feeling and release the pressure of thousands of years, said that although the spokesperson had been found, the loss of one Sharingan was indeed a loss for the spokesperson. The Mangekyou Sharingan is only powerful when both are together. He was worried that even if the spokesperson opened his eyes, one Mangekyou Sharingan would not be enough to cover the gap.

He was especially worried about the existence of that freak, the Golden Lion.

Although Madara was old and faded, he was still one of the top ninjas in the world back then. In particular, Madara, who could summon the complete Blue Giant, was still an invincible figure in the ninja world. He could even crush the Third Raikage, who was known as the strongest in history. However, back in the Land of Water, this Madara was actually beaten to a pulp by that freak, Shiki. If he hadn't escaped quickly, Madara would have either been beaten to death or driven to his death by that freak.

The black-clad henchman was filled with worry at the thought of that freak. Despite lacking the genes of his nominal elder brothers, the freak seemed even more formidable than his two nephews. This was utterly illogical. Even Obito Uchiha, with his two Mangekyou Sharingan, couldn't withstand Shiki's attacks, let alone this one with only one eye, unable to even summon the Uchiha's ancestral ultimate technique. How could he possibly contend with that freak...?

"Hmph! No need. Someone without Uchiha blood is useless even if he has the Mangekyou Sharingan. Besides, the Hatake clan is known for its low chakra levels. Now is a critical time, there's no need to cause trouble. The Hatake clan has only had one son per generation. If something happens to that brat, Konoha will be alert."

Now that a candidate has been chosen, Madara feels there's no need to go out of his way to cause trouble. Besides, he didn't choose Obito to go and fight people; he just wants him to work behind the scenes. He doesn't need to be too strong; as long as he's smart, that's enough.

Although he was dismissive of White Fang's son's reputation as a genius, he had to admit that the kid was quite good. If he messed with his son now, White Fang might not be able to find anything out, which could negatively impact his future plans.

"But Lord Madara, if we don't help Obito take back his eyes, I'm worried it might negatively impact our plans if we encounter Shiki in the future..."

The black-clad underling still expressed some concern. Although he didn't think Obito could defeat Shiki even with two eyes, he believed that if Obito had two Mangekyou Sharingan, it would be easier for him to fight Shiki, at least enough to save his life. After all, this was related to his mother's rescue, so he had to be extremely careful.

"...Don't worry about that brat Shiki. Just make sure Obito doesn't run into him. That brat's from Sunagakure, so Obito probably won't encounter him. I'll settle the score with that brat after I'm resurrected. (-"-Rage)"

Madara gets furious every time he thinks of that cheeky little fan. He's been in the ninja world for decades and has never seen such a despicable brat. Just thinking about it makes Madara's veins bulge.

When I'm resurrected, I'll make that little bastard understand why flowers are so red...

...

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

"Excuse me, excuse me, please continue..."

In the conference room of the Kazekage Building in Sunagakure, a group of high-ranking officials were listening to Rasa's ramblings about going to Konoha for peace talks, while Shinto, who was counting sheep, suddenly sneezed for several minutes in a row.

"Teacher, ...it's August now, sneezing in this heat, is it because you're getting old and your body can't handle it?"

Sitting opposite Masato, Conan's father, who had been sprayed in the face with saliva, wiped the saliva off his face and said speechlessly.

I didn't do anything to you. I risked being bedridden for months to go head-to-head with Minato Namikaze for your reputation as a great teacher, and now you're spewing insults at me the moment we meet? Is that appropriate...?

"Bullshit! With my physique, you couldn't beat me even with the Eight Gates open. It's definitely some bastard eyeing me. You know how many people in the ninja world love me and how many hate me, I just don't know who it is..."

Masato rubbed his itchy nose and said.

"......ヽ(ー_ー)ノ"

Seeing this shameless bastard's behavior, everyone around was speechless. Few people love you, but tons hate you. Why don't you try cutting your own meridians and running out of the village...?

"...Could it be that Tsunade is short of money again?"

Sasori's father, who was standing next to Shinto, thought of something and said speechlessly.

Now, everyone in the ninja world knows that the Miyako clan has become Tsunade's moneybag. Every month on the first of the month, Slug-sama comes to his mother to ask for his older brother's living expenses, never missing a day, even during wartime. He's more punctual than someone clocking in for work...

742. Also, sign my retirement application.

“…”

Upon hearing this, everyone openly expressed their contempt. Everyone knew that this bastard had been flirting with Tsunade from Konoha, but it had been decades, and he had spent countless amounts of money, yet he still hadn't managed to win her over. Just how bad was this bastard's flirting skills?

Moreover, they couldn't understand what this bastard saw in Tsunade. There were plenty of pretty girls in their village, especially Yusaka's youngest daughter, who, according to their normal aesthetic standards, was no less beautiful than Tsunade. What did this bastard see in that spendthrift woman? Did he like her large breasts?

Damn! That's so damn tacky...

"So, you mortals, you can't have big money without spending small amounts. Tsunade is Hashirama Senju's granddaughter. Think about it, if I could win her over and marry her to our Sunagakure, wouldn't we Sunagakure have more prestige? Besides, Tsunade's medical ninjutsu is so amazing. She can even develop an antidote for the latest type of poison your mother developed. Plus, she's a double-crown ninja. Think about it, spending a little money to take her down, is that a loss?"

Shindou looked at the group of mortals with disdain and said.

...She spent a lot of money!

Everyone looked at this bastard helplessly and gazed at the sky. The slug had been asking Chiyo-sama for pocket money over the years, and although they didn't know the exact amount, it was enough to buy several small countries. This was still just a small amount of money.

Only a Sand Village with its gold-rich lands could afford to support this spendthrift woman; anyone else would have gone bankrupt hundreds of times over.

But damn it, all that money's gone, and you still haven't managed to win her back!

The most helpless one was Ebizo. Ever since this bastard came of age, he and Sunagawa had been thinking about getting him to settle down, start a family, and have a football team. With this bastard's eccentric genes, the child he had would definitely be talented. Even if he didn't inherit his extraordinary talent or awaken some strange aura, as long as he inherited his talent normally, his achievements would definitely be high, reaching the level of Sasori.

But this bastard is only obsessed with Tsunade, and his flirting skills are so terrible. He's already over forty, and even after Sunagawa died, this bastard still has First Blood. Anyway, I've given up on him. Even his sister couldn't persuade him on this matter, let alone him. This bastard has never listened to me since he was a child.

"Ahem... Everyone, shouldn't we discuss who should go to Konoha for peace talks?"

Rasa watched speechlessly as a serious meeting was veered off course. He had to speak up to remind him that if this bastard weren't so much older than him, and if his short-lived father didn't have to call him "big brother," he would have already given him a set of gold dust to give to Tsunade...

"Hey! Why don't you just have Kudo, Maki, and Kazekage go to handle the peace talks?"

"I am truly at ease," said Zhen Dou calmly.