Chapter 237 : Watch your attitude
"Stop it."
Madara struggled out of the Uzumaki of his memories, tapping his index finger impatiently on the armrest.
"Uchiha Obito has great potential and can always be of some use."
"...Alright."
Knowing there was no room for discussion on the matter, Jin raised an eyebrow and reined in his melancholic air.
He jumped off the bed and squatted beside the stone chair, placing his hands on Madara's hand and blinking his eyes like a small animal seeking affection.
"Did Lord Madara also place a binding curse seal on him? Just like he did to me."
Hearing Jin's casual question, Madara slightly turned his gaze to him and calmly admitted, "Yes."
The binding curse seal implanted in the heart was his ultimate countermeasure to control his pawns.
Uchiha Naraku and Jin were one and the same, exceptionally talented, and it was only a matter of time before they discovered the curse seal on their hearts. Madara had never expected to keep it a secret indefinitely.
However, since both personalities never asked and showed no intention of completely rebelling, he naturally wouldn't bring it up proactively or use this Ninjutsu to intimidate or control them.
"Since Obito is my helper, I should also place a curse seal on him, in case he doesn't listen to me..."
Jin tilted his head playfully and smiled, "Lord Madara has no objections, right?"
"Of course," Black Zetsu, who had finally waited for this little ancestor to stop acting, quickly leaned over to reassure him, "From now on, he'll be your subordinate, so it'll be more convenient for you to control him."
Ōtsutsuki Chenxiang regretted it for the Nth time.
If he had known Jin was so difficult to handle, he shouldn't have chosen him for his talent back then. It would have been much simpler to just pick the simple-minded Obito.
After psychologically tormenting Madara and Black Zetsu, Jin was in high spirits. He hummed a little tune as he climbed onto the bed, and a faint green light glowed in his hands as he placed them on Obito.
The powerful Mystical Palm Technique rapidly healed the broken bones and burns, even the scarred skin slowly recovering its smoothness.
At the same time, another "binding curse seal" was also embedded in his heart.
Madara couldn't be bothered with how Jin, that rascal, was toying with his "new toy." As long as this pawn wasn't wasted, he could do whatever he pleased with the minor details... The chaotic dream, made of shouts, blood, and fire, gradually faded, and consciousness broke free from it, returning to the long-dormant body.
"Quick... hurry!"
Obito suddenly opened his eyes and sat up on the bed, only to find that he was no longer on the battlefield but in a dark, spacious room.
Flickering yellow candlelight burned in the corners, barely illuminating the somewhat simple furnishings inside.
"Where is this? Is anyone here? Moshi moshi?"
He called out several times, but no one answered. His head was still spinning, and he even started to wonder if he was still dreaming.
Suddenly, a voice eerily drifted into his ear.
"You're already dead, you know~"
"Eh?!"
Obito turned his head to the right in horror. A young man wearing a strange mask stood in the shadows, silently approaching him.
The mask, neither smiling nor crying, flickered in and out of view in the candlelight, appearing in a trance like the distorted face of a hellish demon.
"Gh-gh-gh-ghost... a ghost!!!"
Obito shrieked, and before he could react, the other party instantly appeared before him, so close that their faces were almost touching.
The pale mask filled Obito's entire vision, its dark eye sockets containing only emptiness and void, like two black holes into which even light could not escape.
He instinctively leaned back, wanting to distance himself, but then he heard the other party's malicious chuckle, the voice muffled by the mask, giving it an inhuman quality.
"Uchiha Obito, welcome—"
The person tilted his head, clearing his vision, allowing Obito to see many strangely shaped, deathly pale "ghosts" emerging from the ground, vying for position.
"Jie jie jie jie jie jie..."
Each of them had a sinister and bizarre expression, cackling as they swarmed the bed, extending their pale hands to pull and tear at the bedsheet, as if eager to feast on the flesh of their prey.
—to hell."
A low murmur sounded at the opportune moment, and combined with the terrifying, unearthly scene before him, Obito was scared out of his wits and shrieked, "Ah ah ah ah ah—!"
His horrified cry had not yet ended when he heard the other party's uncontrollable, booming laughter.
"Hahahahahahahaha! He, he actually believed it! How amusing! Hahahahahahahahaha!"
As the young man's unrestrained laughter echoed through the room, more candles nearby were lit. The light suddenly became abundant and bright, and the "demons" silently sank back into the ground.
The fear was abruptly dispelled by the light, and Obito suddenly couldn't speak. The remaining half of his trailing cry caught in his throat, making him cough repeatedly.
"Cough... You, *cough cough*... who on earth are you?!"
Obito's face was flushed red, the shame and anger of being tricked turning into hot blood that rushed to his head. He immediately wanted to jump up and deliver a hard punch to the other party's chin.
But when he threw off the covers, intending to do a carp jump, sharp pains shot through his arms and legs. Layers of bandages told him that his severely injured body had not yet fully recovered.
"Mind your tone when speaking to your savior, Obito~"
The instigator of the prank slowly walked around the bed. Candles lit up one after another, following his steps, illuminating the other dim half of the room.
Only then did Obito see a large stone chair horizontally placed there, on which sat an old man with withered white hair and a cold expression. He was squinting at the approaching young man, his eye sockets holding a Three-Tomoe Sharingan.
The person being watched, however, seemed completely oblivious to the old man's disdainful gaze. He casually leaned back on the armrest, even crossing one leg over the other.
"If we hadn't picked you up, you would have died without a complete corpse long ago."
"So, I'm really still alive?"
Obito moved his limbs, feeling the pain again, and confirmed that he hadn't died. He immediately grinned from ear to ear, "Although the prank was really over the top, thank you for saving me."
The masked young man waved his hand, "It's too early to thank us. We'll make sure you repay this kindness properly. You wouldn't be ungrateful, would you, Uchiha Obito~?"
"That's what they say, but how do you want me to repay you?"
Glancing at the old man who was on the verge of death, Obito asked with a troubled expression, "By being a servant and taking care of this old man?"
The old man was silent for a moment, then replied, "That works too."
"Huh?" He hadn't expected his casual joke to become reality and was instantly dumbfounded.
"Guh—"
The young man let out a stifled laugh, unable to hold it in. Even through the mask, Obito could imagine his teasing and mocking expression.
--These two are deliberately messing with me!
Obito complained speechlessly, then explained, "Sorry, but I can't stay here indefinitely. Since I'm alive, I have to go back to Konoha. There's still a war going on, and I must protect my comrades..."
"Give up." The young man gestured for him to look at every wall in the room. "This is a hundred meters deep underground. With your current skill level, you can't possibly leave."
"No!"
Hearing that they wouldn't let him go, Obito became anxious. Ignoring the pain in his body, he flipped off the bed and walked towards the edge of the room, his voice starting to lose control.
"I have to go! None of you can keep me here!"
"Suit yourself. You can try to leave," the young man shrugged and chuckled softly, "If you can actually escape, then you've got some skill."
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