People Are in Naruto, Start Dancing by Grabbing Madara's Neck

Obito was silent for a while, then he cried out in surprise, his eyes filled with shock.

He looked at the white-haired old man standing in front of him in disbelief.

Although Obito was shocked when he woke up just now, he thought that this white-haired old man might be the one who had been talking in his mind.

But now it seems that this white-haired old man is also a member of the Uchiha clan!

Obito glanced guiltyly at Madara's Sangouyu Sharingan.

Then he looked down at the right half of his body which had been mended.

The people of the Uchiha clan are lying on the bed by themselves, and the wound has been stitched up...

This white-haired old man may be his savior! !

This guy of unknown origin in my mind actually asked me to pull out...

Eh?

Obito carefully looked at Madara's wrinkled and criss-crossed face, and tilted his head in doubt.

But who is this old man... I don't think I've seen him in the village...

Madara was also looking at this nervous guy.

This guy yelled for a while, remained silent for a while, and nodded to himself.

Maybe...it really needs to be replaced.

Madara clenched the handle of the sickle in his hand, and he leaned on the ground with the blade of the sickle to prop himself up.

No, I'm running out of time...

At this time, Obito suddenly caught a glimpse of the sickle in Madara's hand that was used as a crutch!

The reflected indifferent sword light flashed into Obito's eyes, he moved back a few times in horror, and shouted:

"grim Reaper?"

"You are a god of death, aren't you!?"

"No!!! I don't want to die yet!!"

Obito's voice became choked up, and all the thoughts in his mind turned blank at this moment.

He pulled his neck, his eyes filled with tears unknowingly:

"Help!!!"

He struggled frantically on the bed, trying to stay away from Madara standing at the end of the bed, the sharp corner of the other's sickle was facing him!

"I caught a glimpse of the sickle just now! You are definitely the god of death! The god of death who is in charge of the Uchiha family!!"

Obito's voice echoed in the empty cave.

The corners of his eyes were full of aggrieved tears that had just come out of the tiger's den and then into the wolf's mouth. He curled up on the bed, complaining about Lu Chuan helplessly in his heart.

'You bastard, come out!You want me to pull out the oxygen tube of Reaper? !You, you, you, your good and bad eyes! ! '

"Ah, it hurts!"

Because Obito struggled too violently, the wound was slightly cracked, which made him feel the pain.

"If you can feel pain, it means you are still alive."

Madara held the handle of the sickle in his hand, and he already regretted choosing Obito as the candidate for resurrecting himself.

But I am running out of time, so I can only choose him.

"It's a miracle that you survived."

"It's like piercing through a rock..."

"Having said that, half of your body has been smashed to pieces... Let me bandage it for you... Your sharing eye was barely saved..."

Madara spit out words word by word like an old cow grazing grass.

Listening to Madara's narration, Obito gradually regained his senses. After adjusting his mood, he wanted to thank Madara, but was interrupted by his slow tone.

……

Time passed by minute by minute.

"There is no need to thank you now...I will let you repay this kindness..." Madara was still rambling.

Perhaps, no matter who it is, when they get old, they will always like to say a few more words.

Obito's eyelids gradually trembled, he was so sleepy, he sat on the bed and yawned, the scythe just now still left him with lingering fear.

However, Obito could also realize that it was the grandfather on the opposite side who saved him.

'Idiot, does the god of death need an oxygen tube? '

Lu Chuan's angry voice echoed in Obito's mind, waking him up.

Obito was stunned for a moment, as if what he said was true, he also felt the pain just now, so...

The person in front of him is the ordinary Uchiha grandfather!