I do not own Naruto or any other references that someone might see in this fic. What IS mine will probably been seen as someone else's anyway, and I'm not exactly hurt by that.

"Word" = People talking

...Word... = Quotes and past words

'Word' = Key, significant or unknown words

'Word' = People thinking

"Word" = Demon, beasts, monsters and the overpowered talking

WORD = Dramatic or epic occurrences and sounds

WORD = violent or disturbing occurrence and sounds

"Word" = Spiral the plant man.

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Chapter 3.

"Brat, just stop." Madara said still seated in the dark watching Obitio's efforts of crawling away. Having nothing better to do other than sleep or ponder whether recreating the world was possible, Madara instead watched on beginning to pity the idiot's actions. Although the sharigan only made a small difference to the eye's sight when seeing in the dark, the fact that it could see charka more than made up for it. In some ways having a Doijutus that could see charkra nullified the effects of seeing in the dark or even in bright light. Proper focus on only chakara and nothing else was all that was really needed to do so and one would feel like they had awakened a new sense. But the sight Madara was seeing now was just sad at this point.

Obito, leaving a trail of blood behind him, had only managed to crawl 15 metres away from his bed in 2 hours. His panting and choking on his own breath while trying to move seemed simply desperate, and Madara with his sharigan could see his failing endeavour all too well. Obito's chakara was fading slowly with his life almost at the same speed as the blood trail appearing behind him.

"SHUT UP!" Obito shouted in frustration, pain and above all...realization. He body was gaining feeling and with it pain from all parts of his being. He hadn't realised it when he had awoken feeling, nothing but numbness and shock, but now he knew he really didn't have anything left in himself. His body was shrivelled, thin, dry, and in no condition to carry itself. Frustrated and upset at his efforts all he could do was will himself away from what he awoken to.

"Boy you keep doing this and you'll be dead within the hour." Madara said indifferent and mercilessly. "You live right now only because of me. Give up this stupidity." Madara stated, honestly at this point wanting the boy to live more than die.

Obito flinched and cringed at the suggestion. "I'm not giving up." Obito answered facing the ground eyes closed. "There is a war going on. I am alive. And I am going home." He said, saying what it was he wanted.

It was the truth. Realising that he had escaped death and was alive made certain only 2 goals in Obito's mind. Getting home to see and be with his friends, and fighting in the war to protect them.

" 'COUGH', You'll be dead if keep trying." Coughed Madara beginning to feel the effects of his age as he had been awake for almost 20 hours now. For nearly 50 years he had been sleeping constantly conserving his strength, only awakening for short times and even then limiting his actions as to not stress his weakened body.

Had he connected himself to the Gedo Mazo when he was younger he would have remained said age forever, but connecting at the age of back pains and wrinkles preserved only that form. If the Mazo was complete he would have been able to return to his youthful form but all he currently had was a shell. "Have some value in the life I saved at least." He said, remembering how hard it was to do only that for Obito.

Although not as old as Madara, Obtio's to begun to feel physical sick arguing with the man as well. Whether it was from the blood lose from moving or the fatigue from yelling didn't matter. However, being as stubborn as he was he refused to let Madara have the final say. "You say that as if it's your life to control. It's my life and I'll do what I want with it. "he stated.

What Obito hadn't full realised yet was that Madara was just as stubborn and quick witted. "Doing what you want with your life is what got you here in the first place. Unless of course you meant to have your body crush underground."

Obito went red. "GO TO HELL OLD MAN!" Obito respond in anger. "I'm not listening to any of the crap you say anymore. No matter what it's about." Obito stated feeling embarrassed and frustrated at the man's points.

Madara breathed outed with a bit of trouble, before speaking. "I speak logically, idiot. You keep going and you will meet another reaper in no time." He stated panting by the end of it.

Obito quivered in fear at the thought. "I..I refuse to die!"

Continuing to pant at the stress of yelling Madara spoke again. "Half you're body was crushed! You don't have a choice in whether you die at this point." He stated, knowing that was a truth just as much as Obito had realised it. "Crawling on the ground like a worm. You're reasoning is based on stubbornness and stupidity. Why is it so hard to just listen to me?" Madara questioned wondering why this was going so badly.

"..pant.. pant.." Obito didn't answer, panting and tired but trying to think of one.

"Hmph, you're just like everyone else." Madara said irritated. "Siding with your own self image of belief, while disregarding the ideals and truths of others and reality." He stated with some hate.

Obtio smiled and laughed softly as if hearing a joke."Hehehe... You really need to stop contradicting yourself." He stated feeling that the man's words were sounding stupider and stupider. He grinned looking back at the man from the ground. "It just lame."

Madara frowned once again. "I speak of truth and facts of the world. Not selfish, idealistic promise to my own desires." He answered at Obito's words. He hated when children thought themselves above the experienced.

Obito shook his head in disbelief. "You want to reshape the world the way you want it to be. How is that not selfish?" Obito questioned against Madara.

Although angry at the boy, Madara once again tried to answer. "My ideals are real and true. My desires will benefit everyone. I don't need to explain anymore than that to you."

Obito looked away, working back at his efforts of crawling away. "Tsk, not good enough." He responded.

"Rrrrhh.." Madara glared and growled at the disrespect. Interacting with children was a thing Madara hated but never actually admitted to. Sighing, breathing in and out, he tried to catch his breath and calm himself.

Truth was that his ideas and thought were so far off right now, that even a small amount of doubt was building itself within him. Madara was strong willed and hadn't ever doubted himself but truths, honesty and reality were much of what drove him. So many reasons why his plan was to fail were clear as glass to him. It was a fact he had accepted as truth and possibility. "Such desires don't seem like much now though." He said aloud surprising Obtio somewhat, but no enough to stop his actions.

Madara sighed seeing such. "Why are you acting like this?" he questioned. "I'm trying to help you. Why can't you believe that?" he continued pondering the simple thought.

Obtio didn't even look back, if not trying harder to get away after hearing the words. "You're Madara Uchiha. Even if you weren't him, saying that you are isn't going to—AAAAHHHH!" he screamed in pain again. Obito froze, quivering and unable to move as the older Uchiha watched.

'Why is my jutsu not working?' thought Madara irritated by the small fact.

Obito started coughing and choking on the pain as it eased itself, becoming bearable in time."Gah, gah, arck, you should get what I mean! No one would trust someone with the name Madara Uchiha." Obito stated knowing as much.

Madara looked like he didn't believe the flattery presented to him."Hmph, is Konoha really that afraid of a supposed dead man." He questioned. For an entire village to fear a near 100 year old dead man was stretching what Madara thought was possible.

Obito shook his head. "You think Konoha's the only ones?" he answered setting the standard that Madara had introduced to the world.

Madara lightly smiled finding such unbelievable. "Hm, I don't know whether to be offended, concerned or pleased with this information. Although, I'm surprised at how cold you personally became after finding out. You don't even know me."

Obiot scowled the fact remember how the elders he would help would speak of Madara. "Why do you think that is old man? You didn't exactly leave a good legacy." He said back.

"You make it sound like I was the devil." Madara stated.

Obtio nodded. "You just said you were the reaper."

Madara deadpanned. "I was being metaphorical." Madara said stoic at the kids point, going silent.

The two stopped talking a moment, not even wanting to acknowledge each other. Neither were getting what they wanted and that was really all they had to act on. The dark, sealed cave didn't have al ot more to it.

". . . . I don't trust you." Obito said not looking at the man still trying to leave.

Madara eyed Obito's back being all he had to look at. "I expected as much. When you woke up I thought you were being too trusting. But believe me, I really am trying to help."

Obito shook his head in disbelief again. "You want to help yourself." Obito responded having some idea of what Madara was planning. "You said you wanted me to do something for you meaning you saved me not because it was the right thing. You did it so that I would be indebted to you." Obito concluded.

Madara frowned, hoping instead that the boy would not admit to knowing said fact since Madara did just save Obito for himself. "I didn't exactly say there was something but perhaps you're right." Madara started remaining honest. "Though I haven't decided yet if I want your help." He said still undecided about the use of the boy before him. This was Madara's first time talking to the boy properly so he done nothing that could cause future problems for himself.

Obito was still looking away from Madara as said legend began to think of the options that would best benefit his plans. 'Talking isn't working so far. Maybe I should just use killing intent to stop him moving. It worked quite well against those stone genin in my youth.' He pondered thinking that was the safest and mostly likely bet to work. 'Although genjutsu would work just as well. But I prefer visual genjutsu, and if he isn't looking at me it means that have to use another form of it.' He continued wanting to use an ocular based genjutsu over another type. 'But if worst comes to worse ..I'll use aura and hopeful his body will be strong enough not to go into shock, or a fit for that matter.' He concluded not really wanting to depend on such a power when dealing with a child. Unless it were to end said child.

Obito didn't stop moving but none the less expressed his thoughts on Madara statement. "Then you don't have to worry about me.." he started, telling Madara that his decision didn't matter to Obito. "...cause I'm not going to help you." Obito said knowing that was the right decision right now.

Madara nodded and coughed a little understanding the boy. "Maybe." He said not believe that the boy would say no in the future. "But like I said I haven't made a decision about you yet." He concluded ignoring the boy's statement as the boy previously did his. "Besides, you're free to leave at this point as I said earlier. I'm not going to try and stop from doing that. However there is no exit as of now." Madara said.

Obito stopped moving to look back at the man. "What are talking about? Of course there is an exit. How else would I have gotten here?" Obito questioned not liking the sound of no exit. He had assumed that there was a way out and as such wanted to find it. But he was still quite stupid and had not thought of where it possibly was. Plus his scarred, in pain body was greatly affecting and overshadowing his thoughts and goals of leaving.

Madara shook his head and pointed in front of Obito. "The doorway is sealed." He answered as Obito looked back in the direction Madara was pointing, the way he was trying to go. "Did you really just try to leave without knowing where the exit was?" Madara questioned thinking that he wouldn't have done such. Madara thought he was heading for the exit the whole time and as such saw fit not to say anything. He wasn't going to get through it anyway.

Obito eyed the image of a massive boulder, half the size as the flower behind Madara that perfectly fit in what was once an entrance or exit. 'How the heck did I not notice that?' Obito questioned going red again in humiliation and frustration. What was he doing, echoed in the boy's head wondering what he had been thinking to not see such.

He looked around as best he could ignoring what little pain was surging trying to find an exit. There was nothing in this cave. It was completely sealed in an isolating, dome of rock reaching 250 metres in height. Continuing to look around he could see that the diameter of the dome of rock was massive to, almost as wide as the distance between the floor and ceiling.

Obito's remaining arm shook in desperation as more realization that seemed to be rampaging in his head ringed louder. "W-why? Why is the doorway sealed?" he questioned looking back at the old man, wanting to know why Madara was keeping him here when he had just said he could leave any time he wanted.

Madara breathed in returning to his stoic, emotionless face. "Until I deem it possible you're not leaving." He answered in absolute.

Obito's body shook at the answer as it did not answer his question. "Why have you been trying to stop me?! You just said I was free to leave! YOU LIED!" he shouted in fury and anger hating the man for his actions. He wanted to leave now. He wanted to escape what he had awoken to. He had had enough.

Madara too had enough, Obito's stupidity and denial angering him. "YOU ARE WEAK!" Madara answered in a BOOM. It was the truth, there was no other possibility then death or recovering for Obito. It was also obvious to Madara that Obito had already accepted where he was and what he was dealing with. But Obtio had not come to terms with his body's state.

"You were crushed, your right side including both your limbs and organs were destroyed." Madara signified seeing that Obito's face falter at the truth. "I was barley about to restore your organs and right leg to the point of functioning and here you are ruining the work I have done for you." Madara continued pointing said facts about Obito's body out to him. "You need to rest, heal and recover before you have any plans of leaving. I will not let you die after all the work I put into saving you." Madara stated answering Obito's question.

Obtio gritted his teeth in anger and frustration. "I-I didn't ask you to save me!" He responded not so sure what else to say. He was angry, frustrated and in pain at what was and had happened.

Madara scowled the response. "You couldn't really decide that when you were a pancake." Madara said knowing that if he had done nothing Obito would be dead, regardless of whatever reason he had saved Obito for.

Obito stopped moving and looking at Madara. He looked away, eyes shut and facing the ground. He wasn't moving or saying anything. "Are you ready to stop this?" Madara questioned wondering what the boy was thinking.

Obtio gulped in building sadness lifting his head lightly. "My arm. . .it's really...gone isn't it?" Obtio questioned tears slowly forming. Obito was an official shinobi of Konoha but he was also still a 13 year old teen that could still be considered a kid. He knew what could happen being a shinobi. But Obito had never though, or even dreamed, he would be in such as a pathetic condition. Despite what he wanted, his body was now what concerned him above all.

Madara saw the boy's reaction and looked away finding more interest in the dirt below as well. 'God dam Kids. I hate them when they're happy, I hate them when they're angry and I hate them when they're suffering.' There was alot to hate kids for in Madara's mind.

Madara nodded still not looking at the boy and not even sure the boy had realised he'd done such. "Yes, your original arm is gone with much of original body." He answered seeing the boy choke on his own tears at the answer. He hardly reacted at the boy's fear and sadness. He had lost 3 brothers before the age of 13, had seen people and children die in horrific ways before the age of 10, and had also killed and slaughter people and children in horrific ways before the age of 8. All for survival, peace and power, Madara had lost what it felt like to feel sympathetic to others and to hesitate when fear and sadness showed itself.

He understood what Obito was feeling but truly didn't care. But trying to gain some points in the boy's mind he continued. "Don't worry though, you'll be fine and back to normal in no time." He answered knowing that Obito would soon, if possible, be able to regenerate his limb much like how Hashirama could with himself and others. It was a theory he could do it by himself, and with the power of the Gedo mazo it would most likely take about 8 months for the limb to fully heal, 3 to have a new one formed.

But Obito did not know this. Instead, he begun to believe Madara's earlier statement that he would not be able to continue as a shinobi. "I'll be fine? What kind of joke are you talking about?" Obito questioned in sadness and pain. "MY ARM IS GONE! HOW AM I GOING TO BE FINE?" he yelled grinding his bandaged forehead on the ground in frustration.

Madara didn't say anything as the boy cried at the lost of his arm and dreams, knowing that it was going to take time for Obito to understand that he could recover. Madara's earlier statement about Obito not continuing to be a shinobi was still very true as there were many unknowns as to if he would recover. It was possible that he would recover but it was also possible that he wouldn't. There was not much more Madara could do that could help Obito get over the despair in his mind. So he remained silent. 'He needs time and space to himself, and I don't really feel like telling a crippled boy to get over his problem. Best to leave him where he is and hope he doesn't die. He concluded closing his eyes in patience until Obito would soon speak again. He would help the boy recover when he return to his senses and gave up.

As of right now Obito couldn't stop the tears from running from his remaining eye, feeling the full front of realization that his life was not going to be same. Frustration, anger and wonder seeped into his head at his current state, all the while grinding and pushing his head into the dirt not moving any other part of his body. 'Why? Why? Why? God dam it. Why? I was going to become the greatest shinobi. I was going to become Hokage.' He questioned in anguish having never thought things would end up like this. 'So why? WHY DID IT END UP LIKE THIS? WHY AM I HERE IN THE DARK ALONE?' he continued wondering why he was here while trying to think of something he could blame for it. But in the end, there wasn't anything he could think of to blame for his predicament other than himself, so instead he wallowed in misery where he was. ' I-I-I want to go home wh-where everything made sense.' He pleaded to himself bleeding and on the verge of death, having had enough of everything that had happened.

This continued for another 30 minutes where Obito would lay on the ground motionless but crying and wondering why this had happened. Why did he end up here? What had he done to end up there? What could he do to fix it? What was going to happen? Was this all part of some great plan set out for him? Was it destined for him feel and live this way? He didn't know as the dirt below him begun to stick to his tears and blood. He began to lose his sense of time as he thought of these things with his eye shut.

His remaining eye opened, staring at the dirt in a daze unsure of how much time had past. 'Maybe I should just give up, stop and rest. My body is just about done anyway.' He told himself not feeling like he should do anything else except pass-out. He was certain that Madara was watching him careful and would put him back into the bed the moment he fell as sleep. Such a thought sounded nice to him, so slowly he relaxed on the spot, waiting for when he would fall unconscious.

"SNIFF."

He's remaining eye popped open quickly from the spot, his nose twitching. 'What? That smell.' He pondered smelling a familiar scent. Where had he smelt it before? At Konoha? At home? He wasn't sure if was a scent of food or plant life found in Konoha but it was enough to make him think that maybe this wasn't real. That the man watching perhaps wasn't real. Curious, he looked back at the legend that had saved him, now hoping that Madara wasn't real. Having not said a thing for so long Obito really hoped that he thoughts of denial were true. But said figure of power was still behind Obito having not moved from the spot, using the cane to sit upright while facing the ground, his white hair hiding his face.

Obito stared at him with dazed poker-face disappointed. 'What is that old man doing?' he question seeing as he hadn't said anything when Obito looked back. Madara's body slowly began to shake and lose balance from his upright position. Then quickly he begun moving back and forth wildly as if he was about to land face first any second. Obito's eye flared in mild concern. ' Oi, is he ok? He hasn't just expired has he.' Obito continued questioning.

"Old m—" Thud.

"Zzzzz..."

Madara head softly fell back on the stone and wooden throne as he slept peaceful still retaining quite the unemotional face. Despite the size of the throne Madara seem to fall back just enough to be and look comfortably seated and relaxed. His iron cane-scythe barely made any sound as it rested at his legs.

Obito's face darkened and deadpanned at how human the legend became. 'He-he's asleep.' He noted not believe it. 'I thought he was awake.' He noted again wondering how long it had been since they had spoken to one another. Then another thought hit Obito. 'Wait a second, if I were to pass-out now how long would it have been until he helped me?' He thought wondering how disastrous said outcome could have been. 'I thought he was planning to help, and the moment I'm about to accept it he's asleep?' Obito wondered becoming quite upset as he was about ready to give in and do what Madara had said.

'How-He-wha, forget this.' Obito concluded accepting but still pissed at the man's actions. Obito turned back around and went back to his original plan, to get away. 'Bloody hell, I was about to let myself pass out in my own blood because of your suggestion you old bastard. Why the hell should I do what has been set for me anyway? Why don't I keep going and see how long it takes for me to pass out.' Obito thought sarcastically trying to crawl away again. It was a stupid, illogical action on his part that was just the result of frustration with the situation and Madara's words. That or it could have just been the blood loss and fatigued body, but I either way Obito just went and did what he wanted to.

It didn't take long for Madara to stir and slowly awaken to the sound of scraping on the ground. "Huh?" he wondered seeing Obito moving again. "Oh, you're back at it again." He said aloud not thinking Obito would respond.

"Yep , that's right." Obito answered back with little worry.

Madara nodded a few times then stopped. "Wait. What are doing!?" he questioned louder than necessary not getting an answer. " Oi! Oi, you were just crying for an age a second ago! Why are you trying to leave again!? Do you want to die?!" he questioned wondering what happened during his slumber. He hadn't thought Obito would be trying to leave again after his little emotional fit.

Obito stopped to answer the man. "I may be stuck here and without friends but I'm still free to do what I want. Even if I'm a cripple I don't have to do anything you or anyone else decides." He concluded sound quite happy yet hardly acknowledging Madara.

Madara frowned in thought. 'What-What kind of stupidity is this?' he thought to himself, speculating as to why Obito had taken such as stupid decision that could have easily have resulted in his death.

"Are you mentally retarded?" He questioned with no emotion, making Obito stop at the absurdity of the statement coming from Madara mouth. "There is no other end to this. You're either going to die right now or pass out. In either case I'm going to have to get up and do something about it." He said knowing that no other logical thing was going to happen to Obito.

Obito shrugged, no longer feeling the pressure of his circumstances. Instead feeling quite content and accepting somehow. "I have a choice, and I'm going to try and leave." He responded knowing that he was going to pass-out but at least it would be on his own terms.

Madara stared with a completely neutral look. "Is your brain damaged now? I could have sworn I fixed all the problems in your head." He said trying to make Obito stop by adding more information about his treatment. 'I suppose even I'm not perfect.' Madara thought as he had actually had to work on Obito head as well. "Ok, stop it now, alright? Oi, listen to me?" Madara commanded sounding like a parent speaking to a child.

"It's my choice if I stop or not." Obito answered again with no real reason behind it.

Madara began to sweat and frown in confusion, looking quite strange since he usually always remained emotionless. "What in god's name are talking about? Stop or not? What difference does it make?" He questioned bluntly surprising Obito again.

'Is he grumpy because he just woke up?' Obito thought himself unable to take the man's small change seriously as Madara acted just like any other old man.

"You'll still be a cripple, you'll still be missing an arm, you'll still be stuck in the cave, you'll still have to rest and recover here..." Madara stated becoming irritated at continuing to be ignored. 'Are we really doing this again?' he thought thinking he might have to use 'that' piece of information to stop Obito. "... and you'll still not be able to convince Rin to go with you." He said sounding just as emotionless and in sync with his earlier words.

Obito nodded thinking he understood the man. "That may be true but..THUD." Obito face-planted, slipping of his remaining arm. "Wha-What did you just say?" he asked looking back at Madara as he bleed from his forehead.

Madara's remaining eye widen. "Hmm, say what?" he answered.

"What you just said then?" Obito continued.

"What did I say?"

"You-you-you said- Huh?" Obito stuttered wondering if he had heard the man right.

Madar shook his head, not believing that had worked. If the boy before him had not been sleep talking, and a bit of Anbu-level memory sight seeing, he wouldn't have known said fact about the girl in Obito's life. "See, it obvious your head isn't all there. Just give up for now." Madara said trying to once again stop the boy, which at this point had taken so long that Madara was about to snap.

"No." Obito answered quickly, before quickly turning back around and quickly shaking Madara words out of his head.

Madara was astonished. "Why?"

"Because I don't want to." Obito answered sounding like child.

"Why are you suddenly so determined?" Madara questioned sounding dumbfounded. "There is no purpose behind this." He stated again having had enough. "Stop right now or I will make you." He threatened. This had taken far too long and he was going to force Obito to stop right now.

However still being quite stupid with his actions Obito continued not seeing the threat. "Sorry but I don't feel like listening so I'm just going to-" Obito stopped, frozen as a wave of killing intent washed over him. The feeling of the presence caused Obito to sweat having never experienced one so frightening. The stone shinobi he fought to save Rin didn't even compare and the only one that came close was his sensei, Minato. However Minato's killing intent wouldn't last more than half a second due the speed in which he killed his opponents. Madara's experience and life was vast and patient, on a different level of play all together.

Madara smirked at the reaction, having made entire armies falter at his sight with it. He was just about to say something when Obito continued moving. 'Why is he still moving? Does he not understand how serious I am being? 'thought Madara irritated. 'Fool, I'm in no mood to toy with you.'

Obito continued shaking, somewhat in fear of Madara, but still stubbornly moving because his pride. 'I won't stop just because of this. But I might just faint thought.' He thought having second thoughts.

Then without being properly prepared Madara aura enveloped Obito. Obito didn't move and could hardly breathe with the pressure of the power that rumbled like the echo of a massive, distant collision. It was moving, it was watching, it was listening, it was waiting, it was touching, it was thinking and it was everywhere. 'Wha-what is this? This isn't killing intent.' Obito muttered in his head unable to respond or move to see Madara due to the shock of experiencing it. It felt like Madara was right there next to him, touching and pointing a knife at Obito's neck. No, it wasn't just touching, it was going straight through him like he didn't exist.

He would describe killing intent as a predator watching its prey hidden in snow. A feeling of eminent demise and uncertainly that would unnerve one's mind. This new stuff being that it felt like a blizzard that was alive, following him and completely isolating him from the world in it freezing temperature. A feeling of terror that didn't try to hide itself, was already and always within reach of its prey and ensuring its target understood that it was either equal to or beneath it. Trying to compare a single predator to the power of nature was just as unfair as it was with this.

"'cough', 'cough', gah, 'cough'". Obito coughed in pain as the slight pain he had been feeling the whole time shot out from the pressure. He begun to cough blood and bleed even faster than before causing Obito to further panic and fear what was happening. However he did not move from his spot struggling to stay conscious. 'Is, is this Genjutsu?' Obito questioned thinking it was the only logical explanation as his eye slowly closed.

Then even with his minimum field of view, the area became red in colour as if a blinding bright, red fire had started. It began to warm up with a quickly rising temperature that was hot and dry. The air became thin and heated making Obito think that Madara had decide to just kill him. His body and throat were burning and choking on the thin, dry air that scorched around him. What little air that floated around the cave had no doubt had been overpowered by this pressure. The ground and rock walls around him became distorted as if the force and pressure surrounding Obtio was trying to pull them all down at the same time. Looking at the ground Obito could see it was becoming scorched black as if it were on fire with the unnatural force being used. Soon he could see a small puddle of his own blood in his sight slowing going into shock from the pressure, blood lose and struggle to breathe.

Then a new sight appeared in his eyes. He wasn't sure if it was a reflection on his blood from the light or if it was right in front of him but it didn't matter. A red armored samurai stood before him with a distinctive mask and armor that showed no skin of its person. Behind the samurai a ring of rotating, red comatose floating around its back burned in red flames formed the cut of a dark yet vivid crimson sunset. It stood up straight and looking down on Obito with nothing but its head and neck with superiority. Its form vibrated with unidentified heat and power which Obito could feel even though Obito didn't have any idea how he was sensing it. It was forcing Obito to feel its power, no matter if Obito didn't want to feel it.

But if it weren't for its power to force him to sense it he probably would not have been able to understand its way, it individualism and its distinctiveness. Madara's power was disciplined, polished, refined, sophisticated, superior, highly-developed, advanced, intricate, complex, illicit, almost limitless and unbound, and above all under his control. Obito could understand Madara feelings and views too and now could understand why he been called a perfectionist by the elderly of Konoha. But despite his understanding Madara, all he could feel was unsympathetic horror of the man.

The level difference was beyond what Obito thought possible for the old man. He didn't think Madara would kill him either, but from this he realise that he was just be naive. Madara could kill him any time he wanted without care, worry or hesitation. He stopped resisting and fighting the power and image before him as there was nothing Obito could due to stop it.

'Better stop at the minimum level of exposure. In his state, anymore than reach and craft and he will die.'

Just as quickly as it started, it ended as the darkness of the cave returned with it cooler atmosphere that soothed the broken boy. Obito could hardly comprehend what had happened as his body reacted in violence against it, jerking and twitching in shock. With what little thought he had left he placed his hand on the ground and then looked at his palm.

'It's black. It was real.' He thought fainting at the experience that would most likely never leave his head.

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