The real Shinobi World...
Somewhere in a dark underground ruin
Obito's figure emerged from the vortex-like space-time rift, his Sharingan gleaming restlessly in the shadows.
"Another missed opportunity..." he cursed in a low voice, slamming his fist against the broken stone wall, sending pebbles tumbling down.
During this time, he searched almost every corner of the Shinobi World where Orochimaru might be hiding, but to no avail. That insidious snake ninja seemed to have completely vanished into the cracks of the world, and even the White Zetsu spores could not track his Chakra fluctuations.
What annoyed him even more was that everything had spiraled out of control ever since that damned Heavenly Screen appeared.
Nagato's expression changed.
Previously, thanks to the intimidation of the name "Madara Uchiha," Nagato would at least maintain a superficial respect for him.
But now? The arrogant Rinnegan user looked at him with only cold scrutiny, as if he were appraising a clumsy conman.
"Hmph..." Obito's Sharingan flickered slightly, a twisted rage rising within him. "Without Madara Uchiha's identity, am I just an ordinary member in your eyes?"
But what disturbed him even more were the images revealed in the Heavenly Screen.
The Impure World Reincarnation Madara Uchiha, Gate of Death Might Guy's earth-shattering kick, the future Naruto and Sasuke's Six Paths Power... every scene pierced his heart like a sharp knife.
"That old guy... did he really only leave me and Black Zetsu behind?" Obito clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms. "No, he definitely has other tricks up his sleeve!"
The thought that Orochimaru and Kabuto Yakushi were able to Impure World Reincarnation the real Madara Uchiha down his spine.
Was all of this part of that dead man's scheme?
What he found even harder to accept were the powers displayed in the Heavenly Screen.
"Why...?" Obito's breathing became heavy. "Why does Guy, the bottom of the class, possess such power? Why Naruto and Sasuke able to grow to that level?"
The clumsy, thick-browed boy from my memory can now shatter Six Paths Madara's pride with a single kick; and the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki, whom he once regarded as a pawn, will one day be able to wield the power of the Sage of Six Paths...
"No... if this continues, the Eye of the Moon Plan..."
Obito's thoughts grew increasingly chaotic until a single idea suddenly flashed through his mind—
That eye.
The Heavenly Screen displayed Kakashi's Kamui Sharingan, specifically the one that should have belonged to his left eye.
"If I get it back..." Obito's fingertips unconsciously touched his right Sharingan, "I can then activate the complete Susanoo, plus the White Zetsu Cells to replenish my eye power..."
The idea spread wildly through his mind like a poisonous ivy.
"Lin..." His voice was hoarse and distorted, "Wait a little longer, I will definitely create a world with you."
--Even if it means taking that eye back with my own hands.
Obito stood before the shattered altar, his Sharingan beneath the mask glowing crimson in the darkness.
--Kakashi's Sharingan.
That eye was the last gift he left to his closest friend, and the only proof that he still retained the Obito Uchiha after he fell into darkness.
But now, it has become his greatest inner demon.
"Why...?" Obito's fingers slowly clenched, his nails digging into his palm, blood seeping from between his fingers, but quickly healing thanks to the White Zetsu Cells. "Why that eye of all..."
The various images playing on the Heavenly Screen kept flashing through his mind—
The ultimate power that can only be used by those who possess a pair of matching Mangekyō Sharingan: Susanoo!
That power should have belonged to him!
"If I get it back..." Obito's voice was low and distorted, "I can become stronger, and get closer to the success of the Eye of the Moon Plan..."
But what bothered him even more was that the future revealed by the Heavenly Screen was like a sharp knife, piercing his obsessive fantasies.
--What if the plan fails?
The moment this thought crossed his mind, Obito's breathing became rapid.
"No... impossible!" He slammed his fist into the stone wall, causing the entire wall to collapse with a roar. "The Eye of the Moon Plan will definitely succeed!"
He cannot accept failure, nor can he imagine it.
He sacrificed so much for this plan.
He personally released the Nine-Tails, causing the deaths of his master and mistress;
Manipulating the Kirigakure, stirring up the Bloody Mist Village;
Preparing to provoke war, plunging countless people into despair...
If all of this ultimately proves meaningless, then wouldn't he have become a complete clown?
"Rin..." Obito's voice trembled, his face contorted beneath the mask, "If the plan succeeds, we can meet again in another world..."
Therefore, he must succeed!
Even if it meant taking back that eye with his own hands, even if it meant severing the last connection with the past, he was willing to do it!
Obito slowly raised his head, and the Mitsudomoe in his Sharingan spun wildly, eventually transforming into a kaleidoscope pattern.
"Kakashi..." His voice was cold and resolute. "This time, I will show no mercy."
Because this world is inherently illusory.
Konoha - Training Grounds Under the Setting Sun
Kakashi leaned lazily against a tree, his hands in his pockets, his silver hair swaying gently in the breeze. He looked up at the sunset, his gaze somewhat vacant.
These days have been unexpectedly leisurely.
Naruto went out to train with Jiraiya, Sasuke defected, and even Sakura spent all her time in the medical class, learning advanced Medical Ninjutsu from Tsunade.
"Am I a terrible teacher...?" he muttered to himself, a hint of self-deprecation in his voice.
He had promised to teach them well, but in the end, the three of them went their separate ways.
However, he quickly shook his head, banishing the negative thought from his mind.
"Forget it, there's no point in thinking about it so much."
He straightened up, stretched, and then his gaze became serious.
The future battles projected on the Heavenly Screen won't wait for anyone.
The final battles of Six Paths Madara Gate of Death Might Guy, Naruto and Sasuke... those world-destroying powers are simply beyond his current capabilities. If the future truly unfolds as the Heavenly Screen foretell, then he is far from strong enough now.
We need to step up our efforts.
He raised his hand and gently touched the Forehead Protector around his left eye, feeling the Sharingan's slightly warm Chakra emanating from his fingertips.
--Kamui.
This was a gift Obito left him before his death, and it is now his greatest trump card. The power of space is extremely strong, but he still has not been able to fully control it. Sometimes, overuse even puts a huge burden on his body.
"If we could completely master this power..."
He murmured softly, his eyes hardening.
--Then, we'll have a better grasp of the future.
After training, Kakashi strolled leisurely towards home. The setting sun cast a long shadow on his back.
Back home, he took a bottle of eye drops from a drawer and skillfully applied them to his left eye. The cool liquid relieved the fatigue in his Sharingan, allowing him to breathe a sigh of relief.
"That Obito guy... always carried eye drops with Obito."
Thinking of that once passionate young man, a faint smile unconsciously appeared on Kakashi's lips.
Back then, Obito would always shout, "I will definitely awaken the Sharingan!" and then Rin would smile and hand him eye drops.
And now...
Kakashi's eyes darkened slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.
"Don't worry," he whispered, as if making a promise to someone unseen.
--I will definitely protect the future of Konoha.