Chapter 302:
"Somewhere halfway between life and death?"
Obito froze for a moment. His gaze landed on the old man before him, his single visible eye narrowing in confusion. Noticing the exposed Sharingan in the man's left eye, Obito couldn't help but ask, "Your eyes… Could it be, Grandpa, are you also a member of the Uchiha clan?"
"Hmm. That's for you to figure out," Madara replied in a low, indifferent tone.
Obito's scarlet Sharingan with two tomoe spun faintly as he tried to process the situation. Memories of being crushed under the boulder and his body failing him flashed in his mind. Was it this old man who saved him?
But something didn't add up.
"You said this place is somewhere halfway between life and death? Where exactly is this? It's so dark I can barely see anything!" Obito grumbled, his voice laced with nervousness. Trying to mask his fear, he forced a grin. "Hey, Grandpa, who are you anyway? Don't tell me… you're the Grim Reaper? The one who decides if people go to heaven or hell?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, his Sharingan caught a glint of light. His eyes darted to the scythe in Madara's hand, its cold metal reflecting the dim light ominously.
"No… no, no, no! I don't want to die yet! Please, I'm begging you, help me! I saw it just now—that's definitely a scythe! You're the Grim Reaper, aren't you? The Grim Reaper of the Uchiha clan, here to take me to hell! I don't want to die, please!" Obito yelled in panic, clutching at his injuries. "I've always helped old people in need! Sure, I've broken rules and done a few bad things, but I help old ladies cross the street all the time! You can't send me to hell, please!"
Madara watched Obito's exaggerated antics without a flicker of emotion. "You're in pain, aren't you? That's proof you're still alive," he said flatly. "It's a miracle you survived, not because of luck, but because of your eye power."