"As someone who simultaneously rocks stylish eyes and tattoos, I'll be the coolest guy of the next era."
Obito thought about it for a moment.
That didn't sound badass enough, so he corrected himself:
"No, I should say the next era will begin with me—Uchiha Obito!"
He skipped his way home.
The first thing Obito did when he got back was check in with his grandmother.
"Grandma, I'm home!"
Seeing her precious grandson safe and sound, Grandma visibly relaxed, her previously tense expression softening.
"It's good that you're back, it's good you're back..."
The two of them chatted for a while.
With her heart at ease, Grandma went off to plan a wedding.
Having run around all day, Obito returned to his room to rest.
Lying in bed, strange thoughts suddenly popped into his mind.
"Eh~ If something happened to me, I wonder if Grandma would awaken the Mangekyō Sharingan."
"Grandma loves me so much. She probably would, right?"
Imitating his grandmother's tone, he spoke in a sorrowful yet icy voice:
"If anything happens to my grandson, I will lay waste... Kukukukuku!"
Obito's acting was flawless, thanks to years of self-directed performances whenever he had nothing else to do.
He acted so often that his skills had naturally sharpened over time.
After indulging in some dramatics, Obito asked himself a question:
"Now that I think about it, System, there's something that's been bugging me..."
"How did Isshiki implant the Kāma in me so easily?"
The "Kāma" had extremely strict requirements when it came to selecting a "vessel."
Otherwise, Isshiki wouldn't have spent a thousand years just to settle for a barely suitable vessel like Jigen.
(Finding a compatible vessel was harder than finding a soulmate!)
Otherwise, Isshiki could've just implanted the Kāma into Naruto or Sasuke before dying. Wouldn't that have been much more convenient?
Clearly, implanting the Kāma wasn't without risk—and the failure rate wasn't low either.
Thinking back to Isshiki's subtle expression at the time, even he seemed surprised that the Kāma had taken root so easily.
The system nudged Obito and explained in a sultry, mature voice:
"Are you wondering why you were such a perfect match for Isshiki's Kāma?"
"That's because this system modified your body to be compatible with most substances."
"Otherwise, how do you think you managed to absorb and use all those previous rewards so effortlessly?"
Obito's expression lit up with sudden realization.
"Ohhh, I get it now! So my body's highly adaptable... Doesn't that make me super desirable?"
"If word gets out, won't I have a bunch of Otsutsuki ladies thirsting for me?"
The system let out an annoyed huff.
"Ever think you're just cheap and versatile?"
Obito: "… Why is a system getting jealous?"
System: "＜(｀^′)＞ None of your business!"
Obito lay sprawled on the bed for a while, but just as sleepiness hit, he suddenly jolted awake.
It was like that panicked moment the night before school started, realizing he hadn't done his homework.
He shot out of bed and straightened his clothes.
"I need to give Grandpa Madara a heads-up!"
Teleporting to a nearby market, Obito grabbed a bag of oranges before disappearing again.
In the blink of an eye, he appeared in Ryūchi.
"Grandpa Madara, I—Holy sh—!"
The oranges spilled everywhere as Obito gawked at the scene before him.
Nine Truth-Seeking Orbs floated in perfect formation behind Madara.
Seeing Obito's stunned expression, Madara's vanity was thoroughly satisfied.
(Hey, don't just stare. Check out my pose and say 'wow!')
Casually grabbing a Truth-Seeking Orb, Madara said nonchalantly:
"Ha! I got bored and tinkered around. Turns out, the Truth-Seeking Orbs are surprisingly simple to make."
"All you need is to form a shape with Yin-Yang Release, then inject it with high-density chakra of Yin, Yang, and all five elemental natures."
"But there seems to be a limit to how many I can sustain at once. I can only keep nine active at a time."
Obito's jaw hung open. He didn't even know what to say.
In such a short time, Madara had figured out how to make Truth-Seeking Orbs?!
Obito sighed inwardly.
"Grandpa Madara, you really got the short end of the stick when you died…"
"If it weren't for plot armor, you could've accomplished so much more!"
"Grandpa Madara, you're amazing. I'm truly in awe."
Hearing his grandson's heartfelt praise, Madara burst out laughing, full of pride.
He used Banshō Ten'in to pull over an orange, peeling it as he asked:
"Tell me, what's the situation outside?"
"Got it,."
Obito grabbed an orange and spoke while peeling it.
"I found that the three villages—Kumogakure, Iwagakure, and Sunagakure—were indeed gearing up for war against Konoha."
"But luckily, I intervened in time and prevented the conflict from escalating… Although…"
Obito sighed, his expression complicated.
"There's been one good and one bad development while I was gone. Which one do you want to hear first?"
Madara raised an eyebrow, thinking for a moment.
"… Start with the bad news."
Obito nodded slightly, looking troubled.
"Your granddaughter-in-law is pregnant. I'm about to become a dad."
Madara's mind immediately filled with question marks.
He didn't like women—women slowed him down.
But wasn't a pregnancy supposed to be a happy occasion for most people?
Recalling countless novel plots, Madara's expression darkened as he angrily demanded:
"Obito, don't tell me the child isn't yours?!"
Obito froze for a second, then shot Madara an annoyed look.
"Grandpa Madara, of course the child is mine! What are you even thinking?!"
"There are things I'll accept as freebies, but this? I'm definitely doing it myself!"
(No external assistance allowed!)
Madara felt both annoyed and helpless, grumbling internally.
"Stupid kid, it's your phrasing that was the problem!"
"With the way you acted just now, anyone would've jumped to conclusions!"
Smoothing out his temper, Madara sighed.
"Fine, fine, I misspoke."
"What's the good news, then?"
Obito beamed with excitement.
"My identity as the Ten-Tails' Jinchūriki has been discovered by Otsutsuki Isshiki."
"He not only found me but also implanted a Kāma in me!"
Madara felt like lightning had struck him—he was completely dumbfounded.
"Obito, you… You…!"
Seeing Madara's stunned expression, Obito grinned.
He clenched his left fist, channeling chakra into the Kāma mark.
Black lines spread from his left arm, crawling up to his cheek.
At the same time, a curved horn sprouted from his left temple, coiling around the back of his head and jutting out on the right side.
His hair turned a pale gray, and his face was covered in eerie markings.
Obito now looked like a demonic god.
He bared his teeth in a wicked smile.
"Grandpa Madara, don't I look badass like this?"
A Truth-Seeking Orb flew into Madara's hand the next second.
"Sage Art: Yin Lightning Strike!"
Black-purple lightning, radiating destructive energy, rained down on Obito like a net.
Obito: "Σ(ω)!! Nani?!"
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