No, nobody would have told him. Nobody bothered to. Because in the end, it wasn't anybody from the clan that had gone back to retrieve him. Shisui had kept things to himself. Because why would Obito want to believe it anyway?

For family. He'd raised his voice that day for family. Because Obito had been one of them, was one of them, was a citizen of Konoha. Even if he'd been dead, they needed to bring back his body. They needed to give him a funeral befitting a shinobi. They needed to remember him.

Nobody gave a rat's ass about a twelve year old speaking their mind that day.

Shisui sighs at the question, though. "Nothing." And looks away, down towards a few other rooftops further below. He couldn't bring himself to look at Obito; why did he have to cry?! And he adds, mumbling: "Sorry about not telling you about Sakura anyway. But if it helps." He paused here. "She's fantastic. She could be the next Toka Senju."

Here's hoping that was a bit of good news.