[Naruto] Did the outdated idol die for love today?

I thought I would never open my eyes again, but the light in front of me became brighter and brighter.

As consciousness gradually returned, Uchiha Obito opened his only remaining eye and looked around cautiously.

what happened?

Looking at the deep cave ceiling, he couldn't help but feel a little confused.

He, who should have died, was now lying on a warm and comfortable bed. The pillow resting on his head was as soft as a cloud. Indulging in the clouds, he even faintly smelled a light fragrance.

Is this the Kingdom of Heaven?

Unconscious thoughts lingered in his mind, and he couldn't help but murmured: "Is this...?"

"It's the gap between this world..."

An old hoarse voice came over.

……

When Sasami returned from shopping in a nearby town, Madara and Obito's conversation had come to an end.

Hearing the footsteps getting closer, Obito swallowed nervously and looked over following the sound.

"You, who are you?"

A girl who looked slightly older than him was standing in front of his bed with a faint look of doubt. She was holding a shopping bag in each hand, and under her blue arrow-feathered sleeves, a slender white wrist was exposed, as if she could break it with just a hand.

"Oh, isn't this..." After seeing his face clearly, the look of confusion on her face gradually faded away, "...isn't this the young man I picked up."

As soon as she appeared, the Bai Jue people rushed to her side and enthusiastically took the shopping bag from her hand.

"...It seems that I bought a lot of things I haven't seen before." Bai Jue No. 1 said.

"The little yellow duck you gave me was crushed. Did you buy a new one this time?" Bai Jue No. 2 looked at her with concern.

"..."

After the bastard grandfather who abducted children, what happened to the sudden change in the style of funny family dramas? !

If it weren't for the fact that his injured body was still unable to move, Obito would have jumped out of bed and laughed wildly with his hands on his hips.

"You can play with them if you want." The girl waved her hand casually, sat down on the edge of the bed, and looked at him carefully.

"So, you are the one chosen by Madara."

Her body moved closer to him, and the familiar fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose. He sniffed, and after thinking about it for a moment, he suddenly froze.

"This bed is..." He rolled his eyes nervously.

"Yes, you slept in my bed."

She skillfully raised her lips, revealing the long-lost "shine of the goddess of light", and even Obito couldn't help but swayed at it. Underneath the bright smile, a faint murderous intention gradually awakened in her heart.

If this child dies, Madara's plan will probably come to nothing.

Just imagining such a scene, she felt a sense of joy in her heart. She lowered her head, her fragile neck showing a soft arc, and a few strands of black hair fell on Obito's bandaged face.

"I'm sorry, but..." White jade-like fingers touched his cheek, leaving a string of cold touches on the intact half of his face.

"...?!" What does this beautiful sister want to do to him? !

Obito struggled hard, but he was a little dazed, and his not-so-firm will completely disappeared under the other's gentle touch.

Just when her fingertips were about to reach his throat, a low and hoarse voice reached her ears from behind.

"Riru."

The aging old man called to her.

Without feeling any shame at being caught, she glanced at him and then withdrew her hand as if nothing had happened.

"What do you want to do?" Madara has reached an age where his eyesight is dim. Perhaps because of the replacement of his eyes, his eyesight is still quite good. After discovering her inexplicable behavior, he immediately asked rudely.

"I just want to see if it's time to change his medicine." She walked slowly to his side and hugged his arm as she did when she was young. "Are you even jealous of a child? Grandpa Madara.”

Madara never did this. He raised his eyes and stared into hers.

"Look at me," he said.

The red light of Sharingan flashed by, and the young Madara appeared in front of her instead of the old man.

"This matter does not require your participation." Madara, who was in his prime, crossed his arms and said condescendingly, "He is my chosen successor. As for how to let him do things for me, I have my own way."

His eyes seemed to cross the long river of time and return to the distant youth era.

The two have been together for nearly half a century, and she still maintains her youthful appearance when they first met, while his years have passed quietly.

They both kept their promise and kept their eyes on each other for decades. However, in Madara's next plan, her position became a little awkward.

"Since you are your 'heir', that means you are ready to die, right?"

After hearing what he meant, she frowned, feeling a little troubled.

——If Madara dies first, but I haven't been able to take revenge on him, how can I swallow this breath? !

In the illusion created by the illusion, Madara's body also returned to its prime appearance. He was wearing a dark robe, the style of which was somewhat similar to the Uchiha clan uniform, and the surrounding environment instantly changed to the style of their residence in Konoha Village.

Seeing her sad look, he stretched out his hand to smooth her slightly frowned eyebrows: "My death is also part of the plan. Just like it was decades ago, I have already preset the path to resurrection."

After hearing this, her face finally relaxed, revealing a smile without any shadow.

"So that's it." She said.

The wound on his neck had long since healed, but now it seemed to start to hurt again. She gritted her teeth secretly, feeling angry in her heart.

Madara did not bother to explain the details of the entire plan to her, but simply passed them by. He looked at her calmly and said: "After I die, no one will probably be able to restrain you. You have my power and endless time. Even I am a little unable to touch it now." Whatever you think."

He stroked her face with his hand, as he had done for decades. Looking at her smooth and tight face, and then at the back of his hand, which was also young in the illusion, he retracted his hand calmly.

"...When I wake up again, perhaps decades have passed. After my plan is completed, the world will usher in eternal peace and tranquility."

"...Then what should I do?" She held his hand and asked softly.

He pulled his hand away from hers and looked away from her.

"Like everyone else, you will see me again in your dreams. Maybe not just me, but also..."

Izumi.

When he mentioned the name, he paused abruptly.

——Does she still love Quan Na?

His younger brother's face gradually became clear in the torrent of memories, and a strange thought inexplicably appeared in his heart.