When Tobi Failed to Fall to Darkness

Hello, everyone. I'm Uchiha Obito, one of the two heroes born in Konoha with the Sharingan during the Battle of Kannabi Bridge.

During the Third Great Ninja War, I protected my teammate, Kakashi, and earned half credit for the “Eye-Gifting Maniac” achievement. Then I died gloriously, and my name was engraved on Konoha's memorial stone.

My childhood dream of becoming a hero came true, and I protected my teammate, too. Lady Kushina won't make me come over for extra training anymore, right? (trembling)

Yeah, that's how it was supposed to go.

But somehow, through a stroke of unbelievable luck, when I opened my eyes, I found that I was still alive. An old man who should have been in heaven by now had saved me.

He called himself Uchiha Madara.

Uchiha. Madara...?

Holy crap, isn't he the ancestor of my branch of the clan?! I got in so much trouble with my instructor for getting his name wrong while memorizing the family tree at the clan academy!

Why is this legendary ancestor, who could fight the God of Shinobi, First Hokage Senju Hashirama, for three days and three nights without sleep, still alive? Didn't he die ages ago?!

Mother, come get your son out of here, now!!!

Oh, right. My mother's in heaven.

Ahem, back to the point.

The old man somehow fixed half my body, which had been crushed to pieces, and expects me to take care of him in his old age once he's finished healing me.

He even tried to sell me on a plan called “Eye of the Moon,” which sounds ridiculously chuuni.

OMG, there are so many talented young people in the clan, Ancestor. Why did you have to pick me?!

I! Am! The! Bottom! Of! The! Class!!!

Ancestor, please let me go!!