[Naruto] Did the outdated idol die for love today?

As Madara expected, that night, Uchiha Obito returned to the cave with the smell of blood and soil.

"I want to change... this world..."

"……destiny."

He said this while standing in front of Madara with an indifferent expression.

Sasami took a towel and wiped his wet hair carefully. Her hair, which was wet from the rain, was drooping a little, but it still made her palms itch.

He didn't move, just stood there with his fists clenched, obediently letting her do her hair. He seemed to have completely lost his will and lost his proper response to external stimuli.

——What happened to make him look like this overnight?

Sasami keenly discovered that after this night, he never mentioned the names of Kakashi and Lin that were always on his lips.

Is this part of the plan?

In the corner where he couldn't see, the corners of her mouth that were already slightly upward curved upward again.

Uchiha Madara's plan seemed to be going smoothly.

The chosen successor has accepted his will and is currently undergoing intense induction training.

Madara seizes every waking moment and tries his best to teach Obito what he has learned throughout his life. Whether it was Uchiha's forbidden techniques or Six Paths' ninjutsu, including the Yin-Yang escape technique, he taught them all.

With a strong man like Madara as his teacher, Obito no longer has the "end of the crane" situation in the past, absorbing Professor Madara's knowledge like a water-absorbing sponge.

Seeing him gritting his teeth and working hard every day, Sasami would always pat her chest with lingering fear.

——It seems that she wrongly blamed Madara. Looking back on that time, he did show mercy to her.

Also considered Madara's disciple, her learning path was much easier than Obito's. The knowledge she acquired is almost entirely transmitted through behavior, and even the blood inheritance limit can be directly copied.

If there wasn't a significant difference in proficiency and IQ, she might have had a chance to compete with the God of Ninja, Senju Hashirama.

——But even if he is as strong as Senju Hashirama, he is no longer alive at this time.

Thinking of Hashirama's smooth hair, Sasami couldn't help but feel itchy.

"Shall I comb your hair? Xiaotao." She picked up the comb and looked at Obito with eager eyes, "It's already so long. If you don't comb your hair properly, it will definitely get knotted when you get up tomorrow."

"..." Obito didn't reply, just glanced at her indifferently.

Since returning to the cave to inherit Madara's will, he has become taciturn, and there is no trace of his former liveliness.

The more serious the child looked, the more she wanted to do something bad.

Bad thoughts were swirling in her mind. She lowered her eyes and showed a sad expression: "I have taken care of you for so long, and I even gave you my bed to sleep on, but you are so excessive to me. Oops, It’s really sad.”

Seeing her covering her face with her sleeves and looking like she was about to cry, Obito became a little at a loss.

"...This kind of thing makes no sense at all," he said.

"How could it be?" She held up his long hair, as if recalling something, with a hint of smile in her voice: "Children of the Uchiha clan are always very beautiful."

As soon as she finished speaking, he caught her wrist.

"pretty?"

He turned towards her, revealing half of his face that was scarred and miserable.

"I told you, this kind of thing is meaningless." He stared firmly into her eyes, repeated it, and murmured as if to convince himself: "...It doesn't matter anymore."

His hand was a little strong, and he unconsciously made it stronger, leaving a circle of bruises on her fair and slender wrist.

"...Xiao Tao, it hurts." She gasped lightly.

Obito then showed an expression as if he had just woken up from a dream, and quickly let go of her.

He obviously looked apologetic, but he didn't want to be discovered by her...

Do you Uchiha men have to be so awkward towards others? !

Even though her heart was flooded with complaints, the smile on Sasami's face remained unchanged. She stretched out her left hand and stroked his scarred right face.

"It doesn't matter to me..." she said calmly, "If you are obsessed with a false skin, there is really no point."

Feeling the uneven touch under her palm, her hand gradually moved up, and when she touched the ends of his hair, her expression became fanatical, "...but the meaning of hair is different."

I only burn you once, I’m not satisfied at all——

She repeated in her mind.

Although he didn't know what she was thinking, feeling the fanatical obsession, the awkward kid Obito turned his face away and avoided her touch.

"That's just your wishful thinking." He said softly, "...Anyway, don't hinder me."

I don’t know whether this “obstruction” was referring to her or her hair, but Sasami Quan pretended not to understand. Before he could completely slip away, she grabbed his loose hair and raised her eyebrows at him with a smirk.

"Since you dislike having too much hair, let me help you reduce it, right?"

Not long after, when Madara woke up from his deep sleep again, he couldn't help but glance at the top of Obito's head.

Such poor craftsmanship, it can be seen that it was made by...

Recalling the way she had clumsily trimmed his long hair in the past, Madara immediately felt relieved.

In order to maintain his unpredictable and profound image, he did not say this guess out loud, but waved to Riru.

——You are old, don’t bully children.

Just like every time he woke up, Riru came over obediently and put her plain left hand on his leg. Suddenly, her bruised wrist was exposed to his sight.

"..."

It turned out to be the case.

That being the case...

Forget it, let her do whatever she likes.

>>>

Obito is a quick learner.

By the time Obito's hair was long enough to be trimmed again, Madara had already taught everything he had learned throughout his life, and there was nothing more that could be taught.

He injected his dark will into Bai Jue's body and created a half-black, half-white humanoid creature that looked somewhat like a Venus flytrap.

"He will be your help," he said to Obito.

After doing all this, Madara sat back on the stone bench in the cave exhausted, and slowly lowered his head as if he had settled something on his mind.

"Riru, you too..."

He had already prepared to die calmly, but looking at her body, which was as young and beautiful as when he first met her, Madara's eyes couldn't help but be a little distracted.

——After her death, what will she do after she completely loses her restraint?

When they reunited, it was just a moment for him, but she had to endure decades of loneliness alone.

Unlike Quan Nai back then, now there was no one he could trust with confidence.

but……

"Obito." He nodded to the young boy, "I entrust her to you. If she is willing, you can also let her do things for you..."

"I do not want to."

Unexpectedly, she interrupted him.

She crossed her arms and walked to him with a reluctant look on her face.

"Oh, it seems you want to leave me and run away again, liar." As she said this, she sat next to him, held up his aging face, and reflected his twilight reflection in her deep eyes.

He stared at her silently, and said somewhat helplessly: "Just wait for me to come back, Liru."

"You said the same thing last time."

She put her index finger against his chapped lips and said softly: "It's almost over."

"……What do you want to do?"

As if counting down to a certain moment, she muttered messy numbers in her mouth.

"You are going to die anyway..."

It was rare to see him surprised. She showed a satisfied smile like when a prank was successful. She held the old man in her arms and slowly uttered the last words.

"……goodbye."

The flames of the detonating talisman lit up the dim cave.

In the dust kicked up by the explosion, her body seemed to explode into thousands of broken meteorites, and severe pain swept through her whole body.

Not long after, a darkness like returning to the mother's body enveloped her eyes.