Chapter 178: Obito's Awkward Nature

If only this world had no wars.

If everyone could bask in peace, dancing and laughing together in harmony.

What a beautiful world that would be...

Madara was lost in his thoughts when a voice interrupted him.

"Grandpa Madara, it's getting late. Let's go."

Madara replied calmly, "Hmm, very well."

Obito glanced at Madara, who was still dancing gracefully in the center of the dance floor, looking as though he was a soaring crane.

He was speechless.

Is this the same guy who said, "I'd never set foot in such a place"?

Not only did you come in, but now you don't even want to leave after dancing for two hours?

This is just... ridiculous!

I can't even dance, yet here I am, sitting through this nonsense. Bored out of my mind!

If I'd known, I wouldn't have brought you here in the first place!

As Obito resolutely stood up, ready to leave Madara behind and go grab something to eat, a group of women in tattered but alluring outfits walked into the venue, laughing and chatting.

Obito's eyes lit up.

"Black stockings, white stockings, fishnets… three layers of heaven!"

He mumbled to himself, sitting back down.

"Well, I suppose I can wait for Grandpa Madara a little longer."

Wiping away the drool forming at the corner of his mouth, Obito cursed himself internally.

'Damn it, Obito! Show some patience with the old man!'

...

An hour later

The old and the young duo finally left the enchanting ballroom.

Obito's stomach growled audibly as he pointed at a barbecue restaurant nearby.

"Grandpa Madara, let me treat you to some barbecue!"

Madara nodded slightly. "Very well."

After dancing for so long, he was hungry too.

The two entered the barbecue restaurant and sat down.

Obito ordered enough food for four people.

The sizzling sounds of meat grilling over charcoal filled the air, accompanied by the rich aroma of roasting meat. It was enough to make anyone's mouth water.

Obito grabbed a piece of meat, dipped it in salt and chili powder, and popped it into his mouth.

The juicy and tender flavor burst across his taste buds.

"Delicious!" he exclaimed, savoring every bite.

After devouring the feast, Obito leaned back in his chair with a contented smile, sipping on a fizzy drink.

Madara, curious, mimicked him, taking a sip of soda. A hint of joy crossed his usually stoic face.

"Your generation certainly knows how to enjoy life," Madara remarked.

Obito chuckled smugly. "Of course!"

Madara set down his drink and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"But if war were to sweep through this place, would these people still laugh and chat so freely?"

Obito was momentarily speechless.

Here we go again—Madara never misses a chance to push his ideology.

Wait a minute…

Ideology?

Obito's lips curled into a faint smirk.

Perfect. While Black Zetsu isn't here, I might as well try to counter-brainwash him.

"Grandpa Madara," Obito began, feigning confusion. "Why are you so certain that the Infinite Tsukuyomi is the only way to save the world?"

Madara's eyes glinted as Obito brought up the Moon's Eye Plan.

Seeing an opportunity, Madara stood up.

"Let's walk and talk."

Obito nodded obediently. "Okay."

The two left the restaurant, strolling through the quiet night.

When they were sure no one was around, Madara clasped his hands behind his back and glanced at Obito.

"The Infinite Tsukuyomi is the Sage of Six Paths' teaching," Madara began.

"It's recorded clearly on the Uchiha Stone Tablet: only the Infinite Tsukuyomi can save the Uchiha—and the world."

He paused, then smiled faintly.

"It's normal for you to have doubts. After all, your current eye power cannot decipher the tablet's full contents."

Obito shook his head. "Grandpa Madara, haven't you ever thought there might be a problem with this?"

Madara raised an eyebrow. "What problem?"

Obito pressed on, his tone serious.

"If the Sage of Six Paths believed the Infinite Tsukuyomi was the only way to save the world, and he had the power to implement it, why didn't he?"

Madara had an answer ready.

"It's because the Sage chose another path—a path that resulted in failure. That's why he left behind the correct method for future generations to rectify his mistakes."

Obito: "…"

Great. Grandpa Madara's already been thoroughly brainwashed.

Still, Madara's reasoning was eerily convincing.

No way. I have to turn the tables somehow!

After a moment of thought, Obito began again, speaking slowly.

"A god once split Yin and Yang into two extremes. To achieve harmony, they must reunite to encompass all creation."

"As someone who's only awakened the Mangekyo Sharingan, I can only read that much of the stone tablet. Isn't that right, Grandpa Madara?"

Madara frowned slightly, unsure where Obito was going with this. Still, he nodded. "Yes."

Obito smiled and continued.

"And those who awaken the Rinnegan can uncover the Sage's secret—how he created the ninja world."

"Specifically, that 'only the Infinite Tsukuyomi can bring true peace,' correct?"

Madara's expression shifted.

The creation of the ninja world was indeed mentioned on the tablet.

But he'd never told Obito about it.

Madara grew wary. "Obito, how do you know this part? Are you trying to trick me?"

Obito shook his head, pointing at his eyes.

"Even though I haven't awakened the Rinnegan, my eyes are unique. They can see the tablet's contents."

Madara's brows furrowed deeply.

It was true that Obito's Kamui was an extraordinary ocular power, tied to space-time manipulation.

But could his eyes really perceive what only the Rinnegan should reveal?

Madara was skeptical, yet intrigued.

Meanwhile, Obito knew Madara would doubt him.

Honestly, for someone as shrewd as Madara, he should question everything.

So why on Earth did he fall for Black Zetsu's scheme so easily?

Someone, explain this plot hole! Is this Kishimoto's writing or what?

Suppressing his inner rant, Obito casually dropped some obscure ninja history, leaving Madara visibly shaken.

Madara's gaze grew complicated.

Some of the things Obito mentioned were indeed inscribed on the tablet.

But others… even Madara had no knowledge of them.

Could it be that his own eye power wasn't enough to decipher everything?

And yet, Obito's unique eyes could see it all?

I wish I had my grandson's eyes…

Just as Madara was beginning to digest this new information, Obito abruptly shifted gears.

"But I noticed something strange about the tablet!"

Madara, drawn in, asked, "What's strange?"

Obito pointed at his eyes again, his expression grave.

"Because of my unique vision, I can see that the tablet's contents… have been tampered with!"

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