*Translator's Notes: Now the real fun begins...if you haven't already been having fun.*
In the dimly lit underground cave, a pair of scarlet Sharingan eyes opened, curiously surveying the surroundings.
"Am I not dead?" Obito struggled to get up from the stone bed, pain shooting through him as he looked down and shouted in horror.
"Ahhhh... my body, what happened to my body?" He saw his half body patched up with strange white material, resembling hideous, ugly patches.
"You are awake," a deep voice suddenly said, causing Obito to stop his frantic screaming and look around curiously.
"Did you save me?" He saw an old man with disheveled hair sitting on a large stone chair.
Memories surfaced: he had been assigned to a special mission at Kannabi Bridge and suddenly attacked by Iwa ninja...
Kakashi and Rin should have escaped...
"Of course, and I will have you repay this favor well," the transplanted three-tomoe Sharingan in Uchiha Madara's eye socket stared directly at Obito's Sharingan.
Two complete Sharingan would maximize their potential. This kid was the perfect piece to inherit my will.
Obito glanced around and asked, "Old man, where is this place?"
"This is the gap between the underworld and the living world, an Uchiha's realm," Madara began his manipulation.
Obito, the simple-minded boy, was clearly not comprehending. He noticed the transplanted Sharingan in Madara's eye socket and, remembering something, shouted angrily.
"Who are you? I know all the Uchiha clan members. Are you a rogue ninja from the village?"
A rogue ninja? Madara seemed to smile.
"I am the spirit of Uchiha... Madara."
Madara? Obito's face twisted in disbelief.
"What a joke, Madara is from an ancient time, long dead. I have to go back, Kakashi and Rin must be waiting for me!"
"Still deceived by this false world?" Madara sneered.
"False bonds, false peace, everything is just an illusion."
False? Peace? This old man must be crazy. And Madara? He had long turned to dust.
Obito struggled to get up, his mind filled only with thoughts of Rin and Kakashi.
Madara watched Obito's struggle with interest.
I had planned to use those useless fools from Kirigakure, but this situation might be even simpler.
"Fine. Stay here until you recover. Once you return, you will see the ugly truth of this world."
Madara's voice echoed in the dark cave.
...
Half a month had passed since the end of the Third Shinobi War.
One of the most brutal wars in the history of the ninja world had come to an unexpected conclusion.
Countless brave ninjas had thrown themselves into the furnace of war, and the most dazzling among them was...
Hyuuga Satoru, known as the Tyrant.
In the battle of Kusagakure, he single-handedly faced the Tsuchikage and two Jinchūriki.
A falling meteor carved a lake nearly a hundred meters deep into the earth.
Unfortunately...
"It's a pity. Such an excellent ninja like Satoru, becoming a..." Rin Nohara, walking along the road, still found it hard to believe and sighed.
"Hmph! That's just a boring rumor. I don't believe Hyuuga Satoru has become useless," Kakashi crossed his arms, his gaze cold and dismissive of the village's gossip.
"But that forbidden technique is so astonishing. They say it consumes life force, each use shortening the user's lifespan," Rin was hesitant, considering the widespread rumors in the village.
They said Satoru's forced use of the forbidden technique had drastically shortened his lifespan, making it impossible for him to continue as a ninja.
Like the last move he used, as brilliant as a falling star, but fleeting.
Rin suddenly turned to Kakashi, "By the way, Kakashi, it's been a month since Obito's death. Are you going to visit his grave?"
"A useless burden, gone. I feel much lighter without him."
"Only strong people like Hyuuga Satoru are worth remembering. I have training to do. Rin, you go by yourself!" Kakashi impatiently quickened his pace, waving her off.
Unlike in the original timeline, Kakashi had learned the truth about his father's death from Satoru and had taken a different path.
"Kakashi, even if Obito wasn't great, you don't have to be like this." Rin watched his retreating back, feeling a sense of melancholy.
Not far behind them, in a dark alley next to a shop, a cloaked figure trembled, hands clenched tightly.
...
Konoha Cemetery.
Rin placed freshly bought lilies on Obito's gravestone, sighing softly.
"Obito, you must be doing well over there."
"Kakashi and I are fine, and the village has won. Everything is getting better."
"Oh, Kakashi had an urgent matter, so he couldn't come. See, he asked me to bring you flowers."
After saying this, Rin fell silent, the scenes of war and Obito's death replaying in her mind.
She sighed heavily.
Behind her, a cloaked figure trembled as it approached, reaching out as if to touch her.
The hand passed through her shoulder.
The figure shuddered, revealing a swirling head and tearful, scarlet eyes.
Rin sensed something, turning around in confusion.
"Obito?"
There was nothing but emptiness behind her.
...
In the forest, Obito ran wildly on tree branches, his hood falling off to reveal a distorted, swirling head.
His scarlet eyes, filled with tears, leaked continuously.
A White Zetsu emerged from his shoulder.
"Obito, didn't Lord Madara already tell you? This world is false, and their so-called bonds are fake..."
"Shut up!" Obito roared.
"Still don't believe it? You saw it yourself. Your death meant nothing to them."
"I said shut up!"
"Hahaha, Obito, wake up! See the ugly truth of this false world! Your so-called comrades called you a burden..."
"Shut up!!!"
Obito stopped, standing on a branch, and roared at the sky, his tear-filled scarlet eyes twisting into a shuriken-like pattern.
As the terrifying power erupted, the White Zetsu on his shoulder smiled in delight.
Yes! Yes! This power is real.
Lord Madara was right about him.
...
In the dim underground cave, the large stone doors slowly opened with a rumbling sound as they scraped against the stone floor.
Sitting on the stone throne, Uchiha Madara opened his half-closed Sharingan.
Obito stood in the doorway, his scarlet Mangekyou Sharingan staring directly at Madara.
"Madara, tell me about your Infinite Tsukuyomi..."