CHAPTER - 100 Madara-Sensei?

Obito had been grappling with a sense of unease over the last few days. While he was relieved that he managed to survive despite losing half of his body, he couldn't wrap his head around the fact that an elderly man had been the one to save him.

Not that he had a problem with being saved by an old guy. Being alive was the priority here. He looked forward to the day when he could return as a hero, shocking Rin and even that insufferable Kakashi. Perhaps Rin would even rush into his arms, overjoyed at his unexpected survival.

Yet, Obito did hold genuine gratitude towards the elderly man who had used those white people or things to rescue him. But oh, how he wished that the old man wasn't a teacher.

"Kid! Hmph! Get up and go to class!" The voice, familiar yet resonating deeply as if it bore into his very core, snapped Obito awake from his slumber, jolting him into complete alertness.

He recognized it well – Madara-sensei's genjutsu, or as Obito liked to call it, the 'Genjutsu: Wake Up'. It was as if no matter how deep in sleep he was, hearing that voice was a guaranteed way to snap him back to reality.

But as that authoritative voice echoed above him, Obito's eyes welled up with tears as he gazed up at Madara, his voice carrying a touch of pleading, "Madara-sensei, I'm still recovering. I really should take it easy and focus on regaining my strength."

This Madara-sensei, for whatever inexplicable reason, had made his abode in this cave and was incredibly stringent. The moment Obito woke, he was thrust into class, complete with the dreaded homework assignments. It was nothing short of infuriating.

It was beyond Obito how, even after he had graduated from the Konoha Ninja Academy, ascended to the rank of Chunin, and undertaken successful missions, he was still being subjected to the rigors of education.

Recalling his time at the Konoha Ninja Academy, he had been a student just barely scraping by. He dozed off during lectures, and diligently played truant – in essence, a textbook slacker. How could he be expected to transform into an earnest scholar in this scenario? Especially when his right arm was yet to make a full recovery. How could he possibly manage the burden of his studies?

"Silence! Pay attention to the lesson," Uchiha Madara shot him a glance, his expression indifferent. He then closed his eyes, as if engrossed in his morning reading, all the while calmly absorbing the lecture. "I'll be collecting last night's homework later. If you've neglected it, don't expect me to be lenient."

Obito could only fall into silence. What other option did he have? With his ears perked up, he earnestly focused on the lesson. Madara-sensei, though somewhat eccentric and strict, was a reasonable person, after all.

However, as Obito's ears caught a certain term – "Spirit of the New Grass?" – he scratched his head in puzzlement. "What's that? Where does it come from? Spirit of the Grass? Could it be related to Grass Village?"

"Quiet! Concentrate on the lesson!" Madara's reprimanding voice abruptly cut through the air, catching Obito off guard as he realized his attention had wandered. Obito swiftly stuck out his tongue in response, quickly quieting down and refocusing on the lecture.

However, it wasn't long before Obito's body tensed up, freezing in place. He murmured to himself, "Some of this sounds quite similar to the Will of Fire."

His words hung in the air only to be met with a slow opening of Madara's eyes. A sneer curled his lips as he snorted with a mixture of scorn and mockery. "Hmph, the Will of Fire?" He let out a dry, disdainful laugh before closing his eyes once more.

Obito, witnessing Madara-sensei's nonchalant reaction to his mentioning the highly esteemed concept of the Will of Fire, couldn't help but feel a twitch in his cheek. He retorted, "What's so amusing? You should know that this came from the Strongest Hokage, the Third Hokage, and is essentially a compilation of ideals from the First and Second Hokage!"

"Heh, heh~, focus on the lesson," Madara countered with a smirk, instructing Obito to concentrate on the class at hand.

"When leaves take flight, fires burn eternally. These flames will continue to illuminate the village and encourage the growth of new leaves." Obito, sensing that Madara-sensei still wasn't taking his words seriously, found himself losing interest in the class. he decided to show off a bit.

He tilted his head back a little, as he continued with a smug smile, "I already learned this back in school. Quite impressive, isn't it? The underlying message is that the youth represent the village's future, and the elder generation should trust and support them. Simultaneously, the sacrifices made by the older generation serve as motivation for the youth to become the sturdy foundation of the future. This is the essence of the Will of Fire."

"Sacrifices of the older generation, huh? As for whether those old guys are dead or alive, this old man isn't particularly concerned. But you..." Madara retorted with a slight smile, "You almost managed to die quite rapidly."

Obito couldn't help but look at Madara, his expression nearly speechless as he retorted inwardly, 'That was just an accident.'

Madara's gaze turned back to Obito, his face maintaining an air of calmness. "And by the way," he continued, "Did you finish the 8,000-word essay about your vision of peace that you were assigned to write last night?"

At this, Obito's earlier stubbornness waned. His expression stiffened, replaced by a sheepish grin."Class time, class time! We're in class now," he declared in a more serious tone. "Don't disturb me during class, Madara-sensei!"

A subtle twitch in Madara's mouth hinted at his amusement as he saw Obito suddenly become attentive, all thanks to the mention of unfinished homework.


After a while, the morning classes concluded. As Madara closed his eyes to rest, Obito felt a wave of relief wash over him. He let out a sigh and cast his gaze upwards. Was that truly the famed Ninja World village, the Grass Village?

And right then, that weird guy with the spiral-patterned face returned. But there was a noticeable lack of enthusiasm about him.

"What's the matter?" Obito asked, his skepticism evident as he observed the downtrodden mood. What had caused this sudden shift in demeanor?

"Ugh, don't even ask. I couldn't make a single Ryo today!" Zetsu replied, his annoyance palpable as he remembered his encounter with the detested White Zetsu.

As Zetsu finished sharing his frustration, a realization dawned on Obito. Over the past few days, he had noticed several guys with a similar white appearance like the spiral-faced person. However, unlike the spiral-faced one who seemed to be working to earn a living, the others appeared rather eccentric or just kept wandering off. Obito had noted that the spiral-faced guy had been the one purchasing his books and pens. But now, he appeared to be jobless?

Mulling over these thoughts, Obito scratched his head, a sense of awkwardness creeping over him. Curiosity got the better of him, and he asked, "By the way, I haven't asked what you do for a living? You head out early each day to work, seems like quite the endeavor."

"Picking up trash," Zetsu replied in a casual tone.

Hearing this casual response from the spiral-faced guy, Obito's eyes widened, and he was left utterly astonished. His gaze shifted to Madara, who was seated on a stone bench with closed eyes, and then to his own injured arm. Touched by the reality of the situation, his eyes began to well up, and he said, "It's not easy for you to support so many people."

Zetsu glanced at Obito, who was looking at him with an unexpected warmth. Baffled by the sudden change in atmosphere, Zetsu scratched his head and replied, "It's fine."

"Don't worry, once I've recovered," Obito said, his gaze determined as he wiped his teary eyes. "I'll definitely find a way to repay you!"

Then, his brows furrowed in curiosity, and he turned his attention to Zetsu. "By the way, you mentioned that you don't need to eat or drink, right?"

"But there are still things I want to buy, Like snacks for Madara-sensei, and this sound up there..." Zetsu gestured upwards, a sense of accomplishment was evident in his voice, as he continued, "Initially, it wasn't this loud, but I tweaked it with materials, and now it can clearly broadcast sounds from up there. What do you think? Can you hear it better now? They'll be having final exams up there soon. I'll grab a few exam papers for you to attempt. You can even take the test."

Obito looked at Zetsu, who was partly responsible for his current struggles, feeling somewhat speechless. He sighed and said, "Thank you."

"No need to thank me, just focus on your studies," Zetsu waved his hand, exuding a cheerful demeanor.

Rolling his eyes internally, Obito thought sarcastically, 'Are you trying to be my mother?' His lips twitched as he sighed emotionally, gazing upwards with a puzzled expression. Softly, he muttered to himself, "I wonder how things are up there? Does anyone even know that I'm still alive?"


"It's likely that he's still alive, albeit brainwashed by Madara," Akihiko pondered, his brows furrowing as he studied the intelligence report in his hands. He let out a sigh, feeling a mix of frustration and resignation. "Even after relinquishing control of the Kannabi Bridge, Iwa Village even managed and deployed heavy guards, and yet Konoha still found a way to blow it up."

Taking a moment to reflect, he casually discarded the intelligence report. After all, the one being deceived was Konoha, not their Grass Village. There was no need to invest too much concern in this matter. After all, it was highly unlikely that he would undergo a transformation like Nagato, who had been deeply influenced by the Spirit of the New Grass, leading to a significant shift in his perspective, who does not want the Ninja World to experience pain.

With these thoughts in mind, Akihiko redirected his attention elsewhere, allowing himself to relax and stretch with a contented yawn. Mumbling to himself, he added, "Next on the agenda is preparing for the year-end."


CHAPTER - 100.5 Payday

As the weather turned colder, even amidst the ongoing war, there seemed to be a tacit understanding among the five major ninja villages to temporarily ease off the intense large-scale battles during the winter months. The pace of the war appeared to slow down, almost as if a temporary truce had been reached, creating a quiet atmosphere across the ninja world.

Yet, this tranquility might have been deceiving, perhaps the calm before an impending storm. It's possible that behind the scenes, the five major ninja villages were preparing for something significant. Consequently, the ninja world found itself in an unusual state of quietness during this winter period.

Meanwhile, the Grass Ninja Base buzzed with activity on this particular day. Payday had arrived, and unlike customary year-end bonuses, the grass village base's arrangement was unique due to its location in the Land of Rain. Wages were disbursed only at the end of the year along with the bonuses.

Bright and early in the morning, individuals arrived with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety, forming a neat line as instructed. Though most of them had been somewhat forcefully brought here, like being rendered unconscious and transported, the promise of stable employment with lodging and meals was already a significant improvement in their circumstances.

Little did they anticipate that the words of the Grass Ninjas were not mere empty promises. As the morning sun cast its rays, the crowd stood in line, their emotions a mixture of hope and unease.

In the midst of this scene, Koujou, the one in charge, couldn't help but let out a deep sigh. Reflecting on his own past, he saw the familiar expressions of anticipation and apprehension mirrored in the faces before him.

Once upon a time, he was in their shoes. In the midst of a desperate hunger, he and his family had journeyed to the Land of Grass under the guidance of their leader, an uncertain future lying ahead. When that first paycheck was on the horizon, he had felt the same blend of hope and anxiety.

Today, he was back in his homeland, serving as the Deputy Factory Manager sent by the Grass Ninja Village. No longer did he need to fret about hunger or cold.

A smile played at the corners of Koujou's lips, and his eyes seemed to glimmer with emotion. Adjusting the raincoat and overcoat provided to him by the village, he took a moment to reminisce.

The winter in the Land of Rain was harsh and cold, made even more challenging by the persistent rain. The combination of cold and dampness necessitated careful protection against both elements.

Recalling the past, he could picture himself huddled with his wife, Shuko, and their daughter, Ruko, struggling together through the biting cold and empty stomachs. As rain pelted the windows, the family would cling to each other, hoping to endure the harsh winter.

His thoughts shifted to his family, and he turned his head to look behind him. A soft, tender smile touched his features as he murmured, "Shuko must be on vacation now. They'll likely have an extended holiday. I wonder how Ruko's studies are progressing? The exams should be around this time."

Although the village leader had granted him leave to reunite with his family during the holiday period, as one of the heads of the factory, Koujou understood that he couldn't simply abandon his responsibilities. Consequently, he had opted to stay behind, prioritizing his work over his own reunion.

He had penned a letter to Shuko and Ruko, entrusting it to the Grass Ninjas for delivery. He wondered whether his family had received his message.

Amidst his thoughts about his loved ones, his assistant by his side interrupted, "Deputy Factory Manager Koujou, it's time. We should begin distributing the pay now."

Due to the unique dynamics of the Grass Ninja Base, the end-of-year bonus payday distribution lacked the festive air that typically accompanied such events in the Grass Ninja Village.

The recipients lined up in silence, receiving their pay according to their names. The person in charge explained the upcoming plans, keeping the atmosphere subdued yet orderly.

Given the ongoing war, leaving the base was simply out of the question. Yet, few had even entertained the thought. With turmoil prevailing beyond these confines, wars raged on, and even Rain Ninja had sought refuge here. Why would anyone willingly abandon this sanctuary?

Only a fool would consider departing. As they looked at the substantial pay in their hands, emotions ran high, and eyes glistened with unshed tears. The money was carefully secured, and held close to their chests, a treasure symbolizing the first substantial income they had received in years. Reflecting on their journey, they considered the improvements they'd witnessed this year, adequate sustenance, new clothing, safety from enemy ninjas, and now a paycheck.

This year marked the first time in so long that they didn't have to bear hunger, didn't shiver from the cold, and were presented with a paycheck. Gratitude overflowed in their hearts as they exclaimed with sincerity, "Thank you, Koujou-sama!"

Koujou, witnessing their appreciation, couldn't help but smile softly, a hint of nostalgia touching his gaze. He had once stood where they now stood, hopeful for a better life.

"Thank Leader Akihiko for this, not me," he gently replied, his lips curving with a mixture of sentiment and realization. He understood these sentiments, after all, he had experienced them himself.

"Furthermore," he continued, his voice projecting respect, "during the next two days of your vacation, meals will be provided by the factory. If you wish to make purchases, there's a designated room next door. It's organized by Kakuzu-sama, offering an array of products at reasonable prices. Additionally, I encourage everyone to work diligently in the coming year, aiming for the 'Outstanding Employee Award.'"

With these announcements and expectations shared, Koujou sensed that the individuals before him were likely eager to retreat to their quarters, where they could privately relish their earnings. He remembered his family, himself, Shuko, and Ruko, eagerly counting their pay in their modest room, and he understood the importance of such moments.

Aware of the collective anticipation, Koujou decided it was best not to prolong the event. He turned, hands folded behind his back, and made his way towards the factory, a serene smile adorning his features.

When he first arrived at the Grass Ninja Base, he had been apprehensive about his new responsibilities, worried about disappointing those who had entrusted him. Yet, as time passed, he recognized that as long as he dedicated himself to his role, higher authorities would ensure that everything fell into place. Gradually, his fear was replaced by a sense of security.

Just as Koujou was about to enter the factory, a voice calling his name caught his attention. He halted, mild surprise evident on his face, and turned to the Grass Ninja approaching him.

A Grass Ninja? What could they want from him? Could it be a new mission assigned from above? Curiosity piqued, he moved to engage with the individual.

In contrast to his initial encounters with the Grass Ninja, Koujou no longer felt fear or dread in their presence. Instead, he met them with a respectful smile, ready to address their request. "How can I assist you, Ninja-Sama?"

"Are you Mr. Koujou?" the Grass Ninja inquired, confirming Koujou's identity.

"Yes," Koujou affirmed with a nod.

"Are you acquainted with Ms. Shuko?" the Grass Ninja further inquired, referencing the name on the letter.

"She's my wife. Is something wrong?" Koujou's brows furrowed, concern flickering in his eyes. "Has something happened?"

"Don't worry, I have a letter for you." The Grass Ninja assured him, detecting Koujou's worry. He began searching among the envelopes, his hands sorting through the letters. Koujou realized that the Grass Ninja must be delivering letters from loved ones back home, an effort that required dedication and care.

Koujou offered his signature as the recipient, and the Grass Ninja handed over the letter. "This is your letter. Please sign for it. I need to deliver the next one to someone else."

Koujou's gratitude was evident in his smile as he thanked the Grass Ninja. "Your efforts are much appreciated. Thank you for your hard work."

The Grass Ninja chuckled. "For us ninjas, it's nothing much. Not much different from regular duties." With that, he departed, moving on to fulfill his mission.

As the Grass Ninja's figure faded into the distance, Koujou stood still, observing until he was out of sight. Lowering his gaze, he examined the envelope bearing Shuko and Ruko's familiar handwriting.

A genuine smile couldn't help but grace his lips as he eagerly anticipated the contents of the letter from Shuko and Ruko. Overwhelmed by curiosity, he tore open the envelope with a sense of excitement.

Yet, as his eyes scanned the first sentence of the letter, a wave of emotions struck him, leaving him momentarily immobilized. At the letter's outset, he found the words...

"Daddy, I miss you!"

His eyes brimmed with tears, and he quickly rubbed them away, his heart full. He didn't proceed further, instead carefully refolding the letter. Feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation, he decided to retreat to his room, a quiet place where he could fully absorb their words.

Unbeknownst to him, a figure in a gas mask had been observing from a distance. This individual had been silently watching the distribution of the factory pay from the very beginning.


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