Obito, I Can Understand You

"Are you truly Uchiha Madara, or are you Shimura Danzō?"

The moment they returned to reality, the first words out of Uchiha Itachi's mouth were earth-shattering.

"What?!"

Nagato was incredulous, and even Black Zetsu revealed a look of surprise.

Danzō?

How could Danzō possibly be involved?

Uchiha Itachi explained coldly:

"Within the Tsukuyomi space just now, the chakra that appeared was Danzō's."

Obito froze, then let out a sneer: "Heh, a boring fabrication. My Mangekyo already reflected your genjutsu just moments ago..."

Claiming he was Shimura Danzō?

That existence, no better than a rat in a sewer?

To actually equate him with himself.

Obito cast a look of disgust at Uchiha Itachi...

He felt this brat had too many dirty tricks, even slandering him as Danzō...

Who would believe such nonsense?

Off to the side, Black Zetsu was filled with extreme dread...

Everything was in chaos...

Though he didn't understand how Obito was linked to Danzō, Obito's current state was indeed bordering on madness...

Obito gripped the eye of Uchiha Yuan tightly in his hand, his gaze gradually turning fierce.

He did not want to entangle himself with Itachi and the others any longer...

Only by continuing to push forward with the plan to destroy the Shinobi World and create a pure world where only Rin existed was his sole obsession and destination.

The next moment, his figure rapidly blurred and vanished before everyone's eyes.

Nagato stared solemnly in the direction where Obito had disappeared and whispered: "What on earth has happened?"

"Could it be that Uchiha Yuan's ability isn't just a simple genjutsu, but also the power to control other Sharingan?"

Uchiha Itachi pondered for a moment after hearing this: "Yes, this Uchiha Madara has likely been reduced to a puppet controlled by Uchiha Yuan..."

But what about the Danzō chakra that appeared?

Could it also be linked to Shisui's Sharingan?

Hearing this... the poker-faced Deva Path Pain actually felt a flicker of astonishment.

"Even the legendary Uchiha Madara can be so easily controlled by someone?"

Black Zetsu: I'm exhausted. He isn't Uchiha Madara...

Itachi remained silent, his expression growing even more grave.

Long ago, he had vaguely speculated that the Masked Man might not be Madara.

The real Madara would never be so easily ensnared by another's control.

This imposter had clearly only inherited a portion of Madara's power and will, but was not Madara himself.

Black Zetsu stood in the shadows, his mood at its absolute worst...

The chess game he had meticulously arranged for years had been disrupted by this strange Uchiha Yuan without any warning...

It was all Obito and Uchiha Itachi's fault...

Why did they have to go and exterminate the Uchiha Clan for no reason!

Despair and rage intertwined within Black Zetsu's heart.

The current situation had completely spiraled out of his control and could no longer return to its original trajectory.

The scene was now plunged into silence.

Deep in the forest, the night was heavy.

Obito continued to shuttle rapidly between the trees in his intangible state, his figure flickering in and out of existence.

His brain raced, contemplating the actions he had to take next.

In the future, the Akatsuki organization and the Five Great Shinobi Villages were destined to briefly unite to confront the world-ending catastrophe.

Yet, he had fallen into a bizarre and inexplicable predicament.

He had to stop all of this immediately, or his plan would completely collapse.

A trace of agitation welled up in his heart; his Kamui was still incomplete...

His left eye was still in Kakashi's hands.

"I must take back the other eye that belongs to me."

Obito knew clearly that he could not afford to delay any longer.

His body began to phase into intangibility.

Relying on his perception of that Sharingan he had given to Kakashi, he locked onto his target.

Under the shroud of night in the outskirts, Kakashi, Jiraiya, and Tsunade were walking slowly along the road toward Konoha.

"Kakashi... have you been reading my novels lately?"

Just as Jiraiya spoke with a grin, he suddenly sensed something was wrong.

Before he could even shout a warning, a dark figure appeared behind Kakashi as silently and eerily as a ghost.

Obito's figure emerged from the darkness, his mask casting a sinister shadow under the faint moonlight.

Immediately after, his right eye released a powerful ripple of energy.

The vortex of the Kamui dimension opened in an instant, and an irresistible force surged wildly toward Kakashi.

"...?!"

Kakashi reacted instantly, attempting to struggle and resist, but it was already too late.

"Kakashi!"

Tsunade was the quickest to react; she lunged forward, causing the ground beneath her feet to crack instantly as a massive surge of chakra erupted violently from her body, while Jiraiya also entered a combat-ready state in a heartbeat.

Unfortunately...

The speed of the spatial distortion was simply too fast; it happened in a mere blink.

Kakashi's Sharingan suddenly began to spiral out of control.

Within his crimson eyes, the pupils spun rapidly as if pulled by a powerful force, seemingly resonating with Obito's own eye.

"Damn it!"

Kakashi was inwardly shocked; his body was being pulled uncontrollably into the Kamui dimension.

After entering the Kamui dimension, Kakashi forced himself to remain calm, and at that moment, Obito appeared with an eerie presence.

The scene fell into a heavy silence.

Kakashi raised his head to look at the Masked Man opposite him, and for some reason, a flash of insight struck his mind...

"Is that you, Obito?"

What?

How did Kakashi recognize me?

Obito lowered his head slightly, his mask concealing his complex expression.

"Kakashi, this time, I must take back what belongs to me."

Kakashi watched Obito quietly; there was no anger or panic in his eyes, but rather a sense of relieved calm.

He was emotionally composed—unnaturally so—even as he thought of countermeasures to prevent his Sharingan from being stolen.

Considering Obito's unstable mental state, Kakashi prepared to stall for time by speaking first.

"Are you here to take back your Sharingan?"

"...Yes."

Obito's voice trembled almost imperceptibly.

Upon hearing this, Kakashi actually smiled slowly, his expression tinged with a faint sadness, yet carrying even more relief and gentleness.

"If that is the case, then take it."

In that instant, Kakashi seemed to traverse the barriers of time, returning to that dark, damp cave.

He saw the young Obito clearly once more...

The boy who had firmly entrusted his only Sharingan to him.

In a flash, Kakashi was pulled into a vortex of memories.

This time, he experienced all the pain of those years from Obito's perspective.

Fragments of memory surged forth; he saw Rin, that gentle and kind girl, throwing herself toward his Chidori, entrusting her life into his hands.

"So that's how it was... Obito..."

"Kakashi, you..."

Obito stared at him, stunned, never expecting that Kakashi would choose to give up resistance so easily, or even offer to return the eye voluntarily.

I must stabilize him first...

Thinking this, Kakashi spoke up.

"Because I finally understand you, Obito."

"Rin was your most precious existence; you have always only wanted to create a world that belongs to her."

"And I believe... only you could succeed in creating a world that belongs only to Rin... after all, we both once wanted to become Hokage..."

As the words fell, Obito looked at Kakashi in disbelief.

"Kakashi, you..."

"I understand you, Obito... because our bloodlines are connected, and we use the same pair of Sharingan to see this world and feel its pain..."

After saying this, even Kakashi felt surprised, though it seemed he hadn't said anything wrong.