6 MONTHS LATER

Obito had been training to restlessly, to call it to the brink of death would be an understatement. Everyday his body would feel like jelly, his mind would be screaming at him to stop. He had been carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, quite literally. He sat up in his bed, adjusting his eyes to the familiar dim lighting. He gazed upon the withered old man, who had been pummeling on deaths door for some time now. 'i wonder when i should return to konoha..' Obito pondered to himself. If he did, this would raise far too many questions such as:

"Where have you been all this time" Or "How in gods name do you have the rinnegan" He sighed in great fatigue; life would not be so simple that he could just pop back up one day and pretend like he hadn't been dead for 9 months. Gritting his teeth, he was getting vexed. He could see the old geezer staring at him, with his usual unreadable expression. 'should I kill Madara?' He thought to himself, 'or should I only kill Zetsu.' Obito's mental state had been rapidly deteriorating for some time now, although he didn't show it. Obito estimated his fighting capabilities would be at least elite-Jonin, or around Anbu Black Ops. Obito stared at Madara, before stating,

"Do you still wish to do the eye of the moon plan?"

Silence loomed over the room like a dark omen. Madara's piercing eyes shot towards Obito like daggers coated with venom. The crimson in his pupils glinted as finally a hoarse voice spoke up.

"I've long given up the eye of the moon plan."

This statement echoed in Obito's mind, as he was dumbfounded. Was this really the same Madara he once knew? Did he have that much of an impact on him? Before he could gather his thoughts, the same old man began to speak once again.

"I was so blinded and overcome with sorrow, that I couldn't see reality until now." Madara spoke with genuine passion, Obito could tell he wasn't lying. He still did not like the man, but after all this time he had accompanied him, a rare actual smile slowly morphed itself onto Obito's face. He wouldn't have to kill him. Zetsu however.. 'that piece of shit, i swear to god.' Unbeknownst to him, just the thought was making him leak killing intent. The young Uchiha boy forced himself to not dash towards the plant like figure and murder him. He stared at the old man with a pokerface, and voiced his question.

"So what now? What do you wish to do with your life?"

"My only hope now is that my teachings and experiences can be utilized by someone who can use them to change the world as a whole. I've done many things I've not been proud of, and have seen the cycle of war, death and hatred more than you can fathom. I wish for you to carry on my legacy and foolish desires of peace. I know this may come as a shock, but I'm not the same as when I first met you. You've show-"

Obito just listening had blanked out halfway. 'Holy shit.. I've actually made Madara gain his senses and stop being evil. Even Naruto's talk-no-jutsu couldn't do that.' He had softened his gaze towards the old geezer- no. Madara Uchiha. His sort-of grandfather figure he's slowly began to understand. Not wanting to miss the wise words coming from him, he focussed his ears and listened once again.

"My time is running out, and I would prefer to use it to make a better future, rather than waste away in this cave as a ghost of the man I used to be. I roughly have half a year left- at best. You should leave this cave more often, you only have to be here to train and eat food. I'm not forcing you to stay with me or anything." Madara declared his wishes like a true man, that Obito couldn't help but respect. Much unlike the one he had known in his previous life. Taking his words to heart, Obito stood up and stared at the man.

"I'll be back, grandfather." Obito uttered to himself. Taking out his white spiral mask, with a hole for his single eye, he slid it onto his face with profound solemnity. He walked towards the cave exit, and felt the calm winds brushing against his hair. He now looked very noticeably different then when he first arrived at the cave. He had grown roughly 9 inches in height, from the 9 months he had been away. He went from a previous 5'0 to now a solid 5'9, which is quite impressive for someone 13 and a half years old. His figure was dramatically different, he had far broader shoulders, toned muscles all around and a killer physique. His hair was now long, imagine Madara when he fought his rival Hashirama Senju in his prime. His right eye contained his powerful mangekyo sharingan, and the left had the formidable rinnegan, which he could now use to swap places with something, manipulate attractive and repulsive forces, and his rinnegan had the ability to have total affinity for all chakra natures. At this current point in time, any Kage fighting him wouldn't win without putting in some real effort.

Obito's eyes finally accommodated itself to the light of the sun, beaming over the abandoned cave he had resided in. He had once again thought how he would even try to get back to Konoha, with Rin, with Kakashi. All this thinking had been starting to piss him off. Obito with a quick strike annihilated a tree to his side, uprooting it and smashing it to pieces as the wood scattered around with a loud bang. 'Jeez.. that sounded like a fucking explosion.' He thought to himself. His taijutsu had never been this strong, even in his prime. He was more of a Ninjutsu specialist, although his taijutsu in his prime was still far from lacking. He strode with an aura of confidence, that made any wild animal within a few hundred meters of him feel a shudder go down their spine. He slowly approached the gates of Konoha, took a huge sigh and regained his breath. He stared at the gate, being guarded by some eerily strong looking shinobi. Should he apply himself as a citizen of Konoha? Perhaps maybe a shinobi? Should he just walk in, put the guards in a tsukiyomi and just waltz in? Or he could just sneak in with his intangibility. 'Ugh.. this constant bickering in my mind is driving me nuts!'

'Fuck it.' He thought to himself. He walked up to the main entrance and was cut off by a voice in front of him. "Who are you?" Obito stared at the man, next to him must of been his fellow shinobi also guarding the gate. He heard them speak with ferocity in their tone, and could even see a slight twitch of their hand, perhaps wanting to reach for a kunai. 'Well.. a masked figure coming to the main gate was quite suspicious.. so I can't really blame them..' he thought to himself. Obito couldn't take off his mask, as he would have to explain the rinnegan to some already wary shinobi. Obito's one visible eye morphed into a crimson, blood coloured sharingan. The three tomoe span into a pinwheel design, as he used Tsukiyomi on both of them, to knock them out. He strolled through the gate like absolutely nothing had happened.

'wait.. what was the point of that again. I could of just used my intangibility and slipped through the village's seal defense like a ghost.' Obito internally facepalmed himself as he felt like a dumbass. Well anyway, he made his way through the town, and decided he would show his face. He would only be somewhat recognisable by now, and probably only to his former team members, his teammates Kakashi and Rin and his spiky-blond haired sensei Minato. His hand was twitching in nervousness, before he quickly regained his composure. He'd previously thought about it and had designed a black eyepatch to go over his left eye, to cover his always activated rinnegan. He slowly took off his mask, with a shuffle quickly to his bag. He had peered into his bag, and took out the eyepatch while placing his mask in his bag. He wore it, and looked even more intimidating now. 'Eh, who cares anyways.' The cold breeze of the wind against his face felt like it had been forever since he had enjoyed the wind. His hair flowed in the wind, and eerily resembled Madara Uchiha. 'I wonder what I should do now, that I'm in the village. Maybe I could apply as a shinobi and live here.' Obito had once again flooded his mind with thoughts. 'Or, I could just say I'm Obito, I'm back.' However, that would elicit huge suspicion on where the hell he's been for the past 9 months, if he wasn't dead. Obito stopped the flow of chakra to his left eye as he felt the rinnegan deactivate. 'Wait.. I can do that?' Obito had felt like an idiot not knowing this, as he took off the eyepatch and thrown it to the side.

"I know what i'll do.. I'll just say I've lost my memory, amnesia of some sorts." Obito muttered under his breath. Perhaps he could use a seal to seal off some of his mind, to prevent anyone from knowing and making his lie even more believable. An evil smirk appeared on his face, which caused people around him to shiver and avert their gaze. 'Whoops..' Obito decided that this is the best option, as he slowly walked into an alleyway and sat down on the cold hard floor. Obito had entered his mindscape, although he was no fuinjutsu master, he was still certainly adept at it, as he did take unseal the 9 tails from Kushina in his first life. He carefully made sure to seal off some of his mind, putting chakra in the seals but not too much where he would genuinely forget. Now, the rest had to come into his acting capabilities. Well, that and finding Minato-Sensei to go make his lie actually work. He had exited his mindscape, and decided to take a leisurely stroll, his legs guiding him on their own. While walking aimlessly, he suddenly felt a quick but firm pat on his shoulder. He turned around and felt the man's eyes widen in disbelief and heard him gasp.

"Obito?"