Two weeks had passed since Obito's 'death'. He was currently getting used to walking in his current state, much to the shock of Madara.

'This kid is adapting really fast to the Senju cells, his healing is quite rapid..' Madara thought to himself. But this was no shock to Obito, as in the future he remembered how his body functioned and felt, and just had to fix his chakra pathways and merged with the Hashirama DNA very quickly. Much faster then he did in the past. Obito clenched his fists, and released his grip as fast as it came. He could definitely feel something in his hands now, rather than the numbness he did in the past. A smirk couldn't help but form on Obito's face, as he was making sure to change the future this time. He was clueless why he was in the past, but over these weeks he's concluded that this is all real, he is genuinely in the past.

'Perfect.. I have everything set out.. Time is all i have' Obito thought to himself. He wasn't a villain, nor a hero. He was somewhere just lost. He'd finally gotten the opportunity he'd been secretly wishing for his entire life, to get his old life back, with Kakashi and Rin. He couldn't help but wipe a stray tear that slipped down his face. Suddenly, an image flashed to his mind. He wiped sweat off his brow. The future with Kaguya and Black Zetsu was definitely one he didn't wish to see.

"You will commence your training in a week." The old Uchiha stated. The silent nod of Obito showed his lack of objection. Obito knew that Madara wasn't pure evil, but he was just manipulated by Black Zetsu and had the curse of hatred. He would try to get closer with this old fart, maybe it would change the timeline.

"Okay gramps!" The boy shouted. 'gramps? ignorant brat. I am the great Madara Uchiha' Unknowingly, Madara had entered another monologue. Thankfully he was speaking in his own head as Obito could not find anything more annoying then hearing this old geezer blabber on about random ideals and reality. Obito gazed at that bed he usually sleeps on, contemplating something. He diverted some chakra to his eye and attempted to activate the mangekyo sharingan. To his surprise, it worked. Quickly deactivating it, he pondered if he could still use his old Jutsu since it was mere technique. Deciding not to however, and to save it for a future time.

-ONE WEEK LATER-

A week had passed, and Obito would begin his first training session today. Madara had grown the slightest-bit fond of the boy over the past few weeks, as Obito had been trying to befriend the ancient Uchiha.

"AHEM." Madara loudly coughed in his usual booming voice. It always surprised Obito how such an old fragile fart had such a powerful voice. Looking at the man he could see his frail old body, and white hair which looked awful. Not awful in the sense of ugly, but rather unkept and looking as old as the earth. Obito staring at his body, realised that the Senju and Madara cells had almost completely merged with him now. He could instantly feel the increase in chakra reserve and potency he had, as well as far less chakra usage and insanely good natural healing he gained. Looking at the geezer, he awaited his words.

"I will be providing you with the best food for growth. Everyday you will undergo my special training and sparring." The hoarse voice echoed around the room. Obito intently stared at Madara, and at this point in time had more of 'Tobis' personality. Carefree and idiotic. Madara grew slightly irritated with the stupid stares the boy gave him, but his pokerface was unreadable. Suddenly, Obito's eye on the man vanished, and had just barely tracked it in the dim lighting as he got smacked over the head with the cane. 'i dont remember this old fart ever being this fast in his old body!' Obito screamed at himself internally. Was it that he had got much weaker? Was Madara stronger since they started sparring far earlier than before in the past? Obito didn't have time to gather his thoughts as he was being continuously poked and prodded by the old Uchiha's cane.

Obito jumped backwards, and got into a taijutsu stance. It was oddly refined and polished for a brat who was seemingly the black sheep of the Uchiha clan. As Obito dashed towards the old geezer he felt a smack to the back of his head. 'why the hell was this old shit so speedy?!' It was actually starting to irritate Obito, although he masked it.

"You have solid technique for a child, but you need to train 100 more years to beat me." Madara exclaimed. Obito after hearing this just chuckled as he realised that this guy was seriously ancient. Before he could think, he felt a cane bonk him over the head as he fell unconscious. "What? Is something funny you brat?" Madara stated as he saw Obito flop over like a fish. Although he had been at a mere fraction of his power in his prime, it was still monstrous compared to the young Uchiha. He ordered Zetsu to put him in bed and give him the best assortment of fruits, meats and vegetables to skyrocket his growth. He knew the boy had immense potential, and wished to see it before he died of old age. After staring blankly at the brat, he couldn't stop a very slight smirk from appearing on his face. He saw how this child was a lot like him when he was younger.

-3 MONTHS LATER-

Today marks the 13th birthday of Obito Uchiha. He himself forgot his birthday was even today, due to not sensing how time passed being kept in some tiny facility with no sunlight. His body had completely adapted to the Madara and Hashirama Senju cells he had been injected with, he could summon small twigs and use the faintest wood style jutsu for the first time. The senju cells made it so if he ever used his mangekyo sharingan in the future, he wouldn't face any deterioration to his sight as his eyes would be healed. He looked at a mirror for the first time in ages.

His hair was slightly long, coming down just slightly above his shoulders. His face looked more sharp and refined, with less chubbiness like an innocent child. He had broad shoulders and piercing eyes, but he focussed his attention to his scars. His scars looked way less than in the original, and only had some minor scars on his face and arms. Nonetheless, he looked completely normal. His muscles were beginning to gain some tone, and over the past few months he had exponentially strengthened his body. Now, he could beat the old geezer with little to no effort. Obito smiled at Madara, as Madara began staring intently at the boy.

"You have far greater potential then even I, child. You've grown greatly and I won't be able to spar with you anymore. You must train your taijutsu and mind to it's greatest it can be." Madara spoke quite gently. This was highly different to the same old geezer he had spoke to in the past. Maybe it's due to his knowledge and potential he has shown, as Madara is a perfectionist. Obito gave a big grin and still acted like an idiot. "Thank you gramps!" Obito had also gained a slight increase in height, but he couldn't tell how much. He felt much lighter than before, but his thoughts were blocked out by an old hoarse voice.

"Today you can go outside, you should if you don't want to be as pale as me." Madara chuckled. "It would be beneficial if your body got some sunlight once in a while." Madara stated, somewhat happily. Although he didn't want to admit it, he began to see this brat like a grandchild, especially when he keeps calling him gramps. Madara still wished to do his plans, but didn't see the brat as a pawn anymore. Obito gazed at him, pondering something unknown. 'i guess this time i've started to make him like me.. this is so unlike Madara that it makes me confused, honestly..' He just gave a grin and thanked him. However, Obito Uchiha had something lurking in his mind. Something dark. He exited the abandoned mine in which Madara and him resided in, and left as he saw him say something to Zetsu, which he was out of range to hear. The day today was so bright and sunny it felt like a flashbang, he had grown so accustomed to the dim, eerie lighting that it felt like he was being blinded. He wiped his eye repeatedly, and after a minute could finally see straight.

The wind was gentle, calming and felt warm. The sun was scorching today, and he felt like sweating. Suddenly, his eyes gushed tears like a waterfall. Obito Uchiha was never one to show emotion, and was always alone. 'why.. but why did i miss this feeling so dearly..' he thought, looking at the clouds. He looked quite different than the version of himself 3 and a half months ago, before he was crushed by the boulders. Before the others thought he had died. He quickly wiped his tears and masked his face with a stoic look, before his feet unknowingly carried him. He just walked, with his mind empty.

Zip! Obito had opened his bag, taken out a white spiral-like mask with a singular hole where his right eye was. He put it on and rather than strolling, began running and jumping tree to tree. 'I don't deserve to feel happiness.. i'm far too evil..' this thought lingered in the back of his mind, as he couldn't stop thinking about it. He had felt a bird perch on his shoulder. It was a small, multi-coloured white and grey, fat in a cute way, as it had a long pointed beak. It seemed to be young, as it snapped its head towards him and made a tweet sound. He gently put his finger across the bird, noticing its fur was softer than a blanket. A genuine smile for the first time in forever had appeared on his face, which would be visible were it not the mask. He placed the bird down on the branch as he left without saying goodbye.

His face was sweaty and uncomfortable underneath the mask, but it was worth it since he didn't want to risk losing his hidden identity. Obito had finally turned serious, and a sharingan span from 3 tomoe to a pinwheel in his eye. Kamui. He slowly dissapeared into his dimension and wanted to confirm if the things in his dimension from the future were still there. His eyes widened greatly, as he spotted one of the rinnegan he had taken from Nagato in the future. He grinned, as if he had just won the lottery back to back. He hurriedly implanted the rinnegan into his left eye socket, which had been empty from giving the sharingan to Kakashi. Since his left eye was always covered, Madara wouldn't check underneath as he assumes it is empty. He exited the kamui dimension with confidence and clenched his fists.

'i can finally make a change to this world, i won't waste the chance i was given' He remembers the sight of Naruto convincing him and turning him to the better side. 'ill have to save the world for that brat as well..' He thought to himself in solitude. He approached the gates of Konoha, nostalgia rushing at him like a tidal wave. His heart beated deeply, his hands twitched in nervousness. Obito stood next to a wall protecting the village, and passed through it with his intangibility. He even passed through the seal which would alert the village of an intruder. He just phased through like it wasn't even there.

After walking for what felt like hours, his legs brang him to a memorial stone. He could see Kakashi Hatake, his former teammate before he got crushed by the boulders standing near the same memorial stone. It read,

Obito Uchiha - Died, 12 years old. He was always kind to everyone, and had a smile which could make anyone light up.

... 'Yikes. seeing his own gravestone was definitely not pleasant. this was very unnerving.'

Obito was caught off-guard as a white haired Jonin by the name of Kakashi darted his eyes to him and spoke suddenly. "Who are you?" He glared at the masked person. Obito, keeping his composure sighed and his right eye was dark and visible to the Hatake. He put on a deep voice to mask his identity and stated, "An old friend." Kakashi's eyes softened as he looked at the gravestone. He had brought a bowl of ramen which he placed to the side. Obito was collecting his thoughts as he was cut off.

"Today was his birthday." Kakashi grunted. It was very unsettling to see him like this, and Obito felt guilty. Thud.. thud. Were those footsteps? He diverted his attention at a familiar blond, spiky haired sensei. Obito felt saddened seeing his old sensei, after remembering how he killed him and his wife all for a stupid goal. All of a sudden, he saw him speak.
"Who are you?" Obito was on guard as he saw the tone in his voice. "You don't look like a village of the leaf. Take off your mask."