Hearing Obito's words, Madara nearly choked on his breath.
"Obito, is this how you talk to your grandfather?!"
Seeing that Madara was about to blast him, Obito quickly dropped his Sasuke-like expression.
At the same time, he made a mental note: I should stop copying Sasuke's speech patterns. I was just one step away from getting my ass kicked.
Obito coughed twice, switched to Naruto's determined expression, and prepared to unleash his Talk-no-Jutsu.
"Ahem, Grandpa Madara, my attitude just now was inappropriate. Please, let me explain properly."
Seeing Obito's respectful attitude, Madara's expression softened slightly. The darkened look on his face remained, but at least he wasn't outright furious anymore.
"Hmph! You'd better have a reasonable explanation. Don't try to fool me!"
"Otherwise, there will be no more ties between us!"
Obito's expression grew serious. He nodded solemnly and said, "Don't worry, Grandpa Madara. I, Obito, never lie—especially not to you."
After a brief pause, he spoke again, slowly and deliberately.
"Grandpa Madara, you know me. I've never cared about power."
"To me, power is meaningless if I can't protect the people I want to protect."
"The reason I interfered with the Ten-Tails was to protect you, to protect this world!"
As he spoke, Obito floated forward, almost pressing his face against Madara's.
He wanted to make sure Madara saw the unwavering sincerity in his Rinnegan, six tomoe shining brightly.
"Grandpa Madara, I know you're feeling angry and confused right now."
"But what I'm about to show you will make everything clear."
With that, Obito locked eyes with Madara, a flicker of purple light passing through their gazes.
A matching purple glow flashed briefly in Madara's eyes as he received the transmitted information.
[You have received a video invitation.]
Madara hesitated for a moment before choosing to accept.
In the next instant, his consciousness was pulled into a vast, white illusionary space.
Obito's voice echoed in his ears.
"Grandpa Madara, the images I'm about to show you depict the true course of this world."
Madara frowned. "The true course of this world? What do you mean?"
Obito internally rolled his purple eyes.
Madara, why do you have so many questions?
Can't you just sit down and watch the anime like a normal person?
Now I have to think of a reasonable excuse just to explain this!
Obito cleared his throat and tried to sound serious. "Just give me a moment to... organize my words."
After a short pause, he began.
"It's like this, Grandpa Madara."
"When I was young, I accidentally received a legacy left behind by the Sage of Six Paths."
"It was something even the Sage himself may not have realized he left behind. But by sheer luck, I obtained it."
Did Obito really get the Sage of Six Paths' legacy?
Madara stroked his chin, lost in thought.
If that were the case, it would explain a lot.
Actually…
Obito had originally wanted to claim he was the reincarnation of the Sage himself.
That way, he and Madara could just call it even—
He'd call Madara "Grandpa," and Madara would have to call him "Dad."
A perfect win-win.
But fearing that the mission would fail, he wisely abandoned that suicidal plan.
Instead, he pressed on with his explanation.
"The moment I obtained that legacy, I saw the future—I saw the fate of this world."
Madara cut him off coldly. "Impossible. No one can foresee the future."
"Even the Sage of Six Paths himself couldn't do that. How could you, someone who only inherited a fraction of his power, achieve such a thing?"
Obito waved his hand dismissively. "I know it sounds unbelievable, but why don't you just see for yourself before rejecting it outright?"
"After all, if I really wanted to deceive you, I wouldn't come up with such an absurd lie, would I?"
Madara narrowed his eyes. That… was true.
Even if Obito wanted to trick him, he wouldn't use such an outrageous excuse.
After a long silence, Madara finally nodded. "Fine."
With Madara's permission, Obito wasted no time.
He began playing through key moments of Shippuden at 64x speed—just right for Madara's dynamic vision, making it feel like watching at normal pace.
The sheer amount of information conveyed through these images far exceeded anything mere words could express.
In just a few minutes, Madara was walked through the entirety of Shippuden's main story.
Naturally, the focus was on Kaguya and her descendants, as well as Madara and Hashirama's past lives.
Obito also made sure to highlight Black Zetsu's insidious schemes and his own tragic fate as Madara's unwitting pawn.
By the time the viewing was over, Madara remained frozen in place, unable to recover.
He didn't want to believe what he had just seen.
He didn't want to believe that his lifelong dream and meticulous plans had been nothing but a grand joke.
He didn't want to accept that everything he had done for peace would ultimately plunge the world into chaos.
Seeing Madara in deep silence, Obito added from the side:
"Grandpa Madara, this was the fate originally set for us. You and I were both mere pieces on Black Zetsu's chessboard."
"If I had not intervened, if I had not changed the course of events, this would have been our inevitable future."
Madara remained silent.
He didn't want to accept it.
But he couldn't deny it, either.
The so-called "evidence" that Obito had provided…
It explained why Obito knew his plans so well, why he could immediately see through Black Zetsu's deception.
It explained why Obito could perfectly mimic him, despite never having met him before.
It explained… everything.
Slowly, Madara lifted his head, his eyes complicated as they met Obito's gaze.
"Obito, I…"
"Why didn't you tell me all of this sooner?"
Obito sighed deeply and looked him straight in the eyes.
"Grandpa Madara, do you really not know yourself?"
"I've hinted at the flaws in the Moon's Eye Plan countless times. I've tried to persuade you to abandon it."
"But you've always been stubborn, unwilling to listen to me."
Obito spread his hands helplessly. "Even if I had told you, I know exactly how you'd react."
"You'd think: Now that I know about Kaguya's scheme, I, Madara, can just eliminate her and continue with my plan."
"Maybe you really could do it. But I couldn't risk the world—or my beloved grandfather—on such a slim chance."
Obito's eyes reddened, his voice choking up.
"So to make sure you survived, to prevent Black Zetsu from succeeding, I had no choice but to take this desperate measure."
Tears welled in his eyes as he cried out:
"I just didn't want to lose you, Grandpa Madara!"
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