"What kind of weirdo?"
Haruki looked at Obito Uchiha. Seeing him out of breath, he handed him a glass of warm water.
He is six years old this year, the same age as Kakashi.
According to the progress of the original story, Kakashi had already graduated and been promoted to Chunin.
But at this time, they were still attending classes at school.
"An old lady."
Obito recalled the morning scene and said, "I've never seen her before. She should not be from the Uchiha Clan. She asked me to help her cross the road. I didn't think much about it, but she seemed very pessimistic and told me that the world is very ugly and that I should see its true face clearly."
Haruki was slightly stunned. These familiar words, could it be Madara Uchiha?
Logically speaking, there shouldn't be any contact so early.
He stroked his chin. Could it be because he had beaten him up?
Was Madara so angry that he wanted to be reincarnated and resurrected earlier, live a second life, and return to his peak?
It had to be said that this possibility was quite high.
Moreover, because of him, Obito had also grown up faster than in the original story.
Opening his Sharingan at the age of four made him the earliest one in the history of the Uchiha Clan.
Most importantly, Obito was full of emotions.
He was a rare man in the Uchiha Clan who desired love.
As for the other clan members... Well, what were women? Just tools for reproduction.
Coupled with the fact that Obito wasn't very smart and was easy to be deceived.
But now with his education, Madara's tricks were indeed full of loopholes.
"How did you reply to her?"
"Well, I told her that Konoha is prosperous and beautiful, and that you teachers, Kakashi, Rin, etc., are all kind to me. How could the world be ugly?"
Obito looked as if it were only natural. Then he seemed to remember something and said, "I also talked about some content on how to build the world, which I learned in Teacher's class."
"What was her reaction?"
"Well, she seemed very startled."
"Interesting."
Haruki said to Obito, "Obito, I'll give you a task. This old lady must have a sad past, so she doesn't quite understand the development of Konoha. You can talk to her and try to agree with her ideas."
"Okay, got it."
Obito didn't think too much and immediately nodded.
Haruki wasn't sure if it was Madara Uchiha or White Zetsu who had come.
But the possibility of it being Madara was greater.
Since Madara wanted to contact Obito, let him.
Anyway, Haruki was in Konoha, and it was impossible for Madara to cause trouble.
In the original story, Madara Uchiha was actually a very complex person.
He was originally an ideal - filled young man, but Konoha couldn't give him the peace he wanted. Because of the successive back - stabbing by Hashirama Senju and Tobirama Senju, he left in anger. After meeting Black Zetsu, he came up with the idea of creating the Tsukuyomi World.
"Did you come here just because of this one thing?"
Haruki came back to his senses and looked at Obito.
"Hehe, there's another thing. Teacher, you told me to ask if there was someone named Shisui Uchiha."
"Did you find him?" Haruki squinted his eyes.
"Yes, he was just born two days ago."
Obito scratched his head and asked, "Why do you know his name, Teacher?"
"Actually, it's a Space–Time Ninjutsu."
Haruki casually made up an excuse to get rid of Obito.
Trusting his teacher, Obito didn't doubt this Space–Time Ninjutsu that could predict the future.
"Shisui Uchiha..."
Haruki thought for a moment. Konoha probably couldn't train the Shisui from the original story at this time.
After all, the evil Tanzo Shimura was no longer around.
Moreover, what could a newly - born baby do?
As long as he followed the education system set by Haruki and studied for twelve years, the cliff - jumping plot wouldn't happen again.
...
The Metropolis of the Land of Fire.
Nobuaki Oda was drinking alone in a gloomy mood.
The reason was that a woman he had taken a fancy to was snatched by his eldest brother, and he was helpless.
According to the system of primogeniture, his eldest brother was the future Daimyo.
If he wanted to live safely in the future, he had to show enough respect to his eldest brother.
Although that was the case, he still felt extremely depressed.
The position of Daimyo was naturally very attractive.
But the system was like this. His eldest brother had the support of almost all the civil and military officials. Even if he plotted a rebellion, it would be like a moth flying into the fire (a futile attempt).
The only thing left for him might be his good fame. He was known for being honest, kind - hearted and approachable.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
He looked up impatiently and said, "Come back tomorrow if there's something to say."
"Is this how Your Highness treats his noble guests?"
The door was pushed open.
The cool night wind blew in, and Nobuaki Oda sobered up.
"It's you, Minato Namikaze."
He was a bit surprised.
Minato Namikaze was from Konoha and the commander of the new army.
In terms of power and influence, he was much more at ease than himself.
"I've heard some bad news."
Minato Namikaze sat opposite him and poured himself a glass of wine.
"Are you here to mock me, sir?"
Nobuaki Oda's face darkened. No man could stand such a thing, as the reality was too cruel.
"No, I'm here to help Your Highness."
Minato Namikaze sipped his wine slowly.
Although he looked young, his demeanor was convincing.
"Help me?" Nobuaki Oda was slightly taken aback. "How can you help me? He is the future Daimyo. Even if you are the Hokage of Konoha, you can't help me."
"The future Daimyo?" Minato Namikaze smiled. "Who can be sure about the future? Doesn't Your Highness want to be the Daimyo?"
"What are you talking about?" Nobuaki Oda's face changed drastically. "Don't talk nonsense!"
"It seems that your heart isn't as calm as you think."
Minato Namikaze took out a Scroll and handed it to Nobuaki Oda.
"What is this?"
After Nobuaki Oda opened it and quickly read through it, he frowned. It was full of the names of civil and military officials.
But not all of them. There were probably only about one - fifth of them.
"What do you mean?"
He looked up at Minato Namikaze, waiting for his answer.
"These are the people who may support Your Highness."
"What?!"
"They hold relatively low - level positions, mostly mid - level ones. But they are all talented people with straightforward personalities and poor communication skills, so they are unpopular and have little chance of promotion."
Minato Namikaze unceremoniously picked up a piece of chicken with chopsticks.
Having grown up in power struggles and seen a lot, Nobuaki Oda naturally understood many things.
He understood what Minato meant.
"But they can't help me become the Daimyo. Only you, sir, can..."
Nobuaki Oda wasn't a fool. Thinking about what Minato had said earlier, he took a deep breath and asked, "What do you want?"
He didn't doubt Minato's ability.
One reason was that he had a new army, and the other was that he was from Konoha.
His approach to me is definitely not his personal will, but that of Konoha.
Sure enough, the next sentence made the big stone in Nobuaki Oda's heart drop.
"If you become the Daimyo, I hope that the assistance to Konoha can be doubled, and you support me to become the next Hokage within your capabilities."