Instant Kill Obito

Half an hour later, everyone gradually left the Hokage Building.

Shinji and the others followed Namikaze Minato to Konoha's training ground.

Minato clapped his hands, gathering the six of them before him. In a steady tone, he said, "In three days, we'll be heading to the front lines to carry out missions. Teamwork is crucial, and I know my three students very well."

He paused and turned his gaze toward Shinji, Asuma, and Kurenai Yuhi. "But I don't know much about the abilities of you three. So, I plan to arrange one-on-one sparring matches between you and Kakashi's group, so everyone can get familiar with one another."

As soon as he finished speaking, Asuma stepped forward first. He clenched his right fist and slammed it heavily into his left palm, his face brimming with fighting spirit.

"Perfect. Opportunities like this are rare. I've wanted to have a proper match with Kakashi for a long time."

He understood it perfectly well. The old man's intentions in placing him under Namikaze Minato were obvious.

It was nothing more than making sure he built a good relationship with Minato.

After all, this was Namikaze Minato, the "Yellow Flash." Going on missions with him not only meant a higher success rate, but also better protection for his own safety.

Hearing that, Minato wore his usual gentle smile. "Then, Asuma, would you like to spar with Kakashi first?"

Faced with Asuma's challenge, Kakashi merely shrugged indifferently.

"Hold it, hold it!"

Obito suddenly jumped out, his blazing gaze fixed on Shinji. "Shinji, let's go first! I'll show you how awesome I am!"

After going home last night, the more he thought about it, the more something felt off. He kept feeling that some secret existed between Shinji and Rin, something he didn't know about. The nameless fire in his heart burned hotter and hotter.

I'll let Rin see my heroic brilliance with her own eyes and stomp Shinji into the ground! Obito secretly swore. Then Rin will definitely stay farther away from him and pay more attention to me!

With that thought, he pulled down the goggles on top of his head and put them on. Flashing a mouthful of white teeth, he looked utterly certain of victory.

Kurenai Yuhi leaned close to Shinji and teased with a smile, "You and Obito are really close, huh? You're sparring the moment you disagree."

Shinji rolled his eyes at her. Who's close with him?

Kurenai covered her mouth as she laughed, the amusement in her eyes nearly overflowing.

"A battle between Uchiha. We can't miss this!"

Minato was also somewhat surprised. He hadn't expected Obito to be so proactive today.

He looked at Shinji and asked for his opinion. "Shinji, what do you think?"

Shinji nodded and answered crisply, "No problem."

At the edge of the field, Nohara Rin looked at Obito with a worried expression. "Obito!"

Obito patted his chest, brimming with confidence. "Rin, just watch! Shinji is no match for me!"

But he didn't know that Rin had already learned Shinji had awakened the Sharingan. In her eyes, Obito never had any chance of winning.

On the training ground, Shinji and Obito stood ten meters apart, each taking up a fighting stance.

Rin's gaze shifted from Obito to Shinji. Shinji noticed her gaze and gave her a slight nod, silently mouthing, Don't worry. I won't let him get hurt.

"What did you say?!" Obito flew into a rage, instantly bristling. "You're just as hateful as Kakashi!"

In an instant, Shinji shot straight to second place on his internal ranking of most detestable people. First place would always belong to Kakashi.

Minato remained on the field as the referee, while everyone else retreated to the sidelines and quietly discussed how the match might unfold.

Although Obito had been at the bottom of the class in the academy, it was only his theory and fundamentals that held him back. His actual combat ability was not weak.

"Shinji will definitely win," Nohara Rin said softly, but with absolute conviction.

Everyone turned to look at her.

Kurenai Yuhi looked deeply suspicious. "Rin, how can you be so sure?"

"Because..."

Before Rin could finish, Minato's voice rang out.

"Begin!"

The discussions at the sidelines came to an abrupt halt. Everyone's eyes locked tightly onto the two figures in the center of the training ground.

Obito moved, his hands rapidly forming seals. Right from the start, he intended to use the technique he was best at—the Great Fireball Technique.

At that moment, Shinji's eyes narrowed sharply. His scarlet Sharingan opened in an instant, and he coldly glared at Obito.

Obito's heart jolted. His hands froze halfway through the seals, his knuckles stiffening slightly from the force he exerted.

"This is...?"

Before he could finish, it was as though he saw a distorted phantom in Shinji's eyes.

The next second, the scene of the training ground shattered with a roar, replaced by a scarlet world.

His entire body was suspended in midair. Three pitch-black chains tightly bound his limbs and torso, leaving him utterly unable to move.

Two enormous iron spikes pierced brutally through his chest and back, one from the front and one from behind.

"Genjutsu!" "And the Sharingan!"

In reality, Obito stood frozen in place, his hands still held in the seal position as his body trembled uncontrollably.

The heart-wrenching pain within the genjutsu had been terrifyingly real. He knew perfectly well that he was trapped in an illusion, yet no matter what he did, he could not break free.

Shinji slowly approached, his steps steady, his eyes as calm and still as an ancient well. When he reached Obito, he raised a finger and gently tapped the center of his forehead.

The genjutsu was instantly dispelled.

Obito staggered, dropping heavily to one knee. His body was still trembling as he gasped for breath, cold sweat covering his forehead.

"Shinji, you...!"

He clenched his lips tightly, then slammed a fist into the ground. When he raised his head, his eyes churned with intense unwillingness and shock.

Shinji chuckled inwardly.

Heh, even Orochimaru couldn't withstand that genjutsu. Obito, you lost. There's nothing to be so unwilling about.

The Uchiha Clan's strength truly was not without reason. No wonder this saying had always circulated through the ninja world.

In a one-on-one fight, an Uchiha with the Sharingan was unbeatable!

Of course, that assumed the opponent was on the same level. If he were to challenge Orochimaru one-on-one right now, the outcome would probably be three to seven.

Shinji, three. Orochimaru, seven.

Shinji would be killed by Orochimaru seven times within three minutes.

At that moment, Minato, acting as the referee, quickly stepped forward and announced loudly, "Shinji wins!"

He then turned to Shinji, his eyes full of surprise. "Shinji, you awakened the Sharingan?"

"Yes," Shinji said. "I awakened it by accident yesterday. I'm still not quite used to it."

Minato nodded, then turned to encourage Obito gently. "Obito, it's alright. Losing this time doesn't matter. You're an Uchiha too. One day, you'll have a Sharingan of your own."

Obito said nothing.

Shinji stepped forward and gently took Obito by the arm, intending to help him rest at the edge of the field.

"Obito, I'll help you down. It's nothing serious. You'll be fine after resting for a while."

His smile remained as gentle as ever.

Obito still wanted to put up a brave front, but his entire body was weak and aching. He could only let Shinji support him as they walked off the platform.

Watching their backs, Minato nodded in satisfaction. His favorable impression of Shinji rose another notch.

"I'd occasionally heard the Third Hokage say that Shinji was a good child. Now that I see him, he truly is a gentle person."

"He didn't injure Obito, and he even knows how to look after his companion. He's indeed quite admirable."

Obito kept his head down, too afraid to look at Rin below the stage.

I actually got instantly taken out in a single move. That was so pathetic!