Obito: The Rain Keeps Falling

Uchiha Chen reinserted his Prosthetic Eye into his socket and walked slowly out of the basement, only to hear a loud shout echoing from the living room:

"In the name of Konoha, I shall eliminate you!"

The television was playing Konoha's hottest drama, Ninja Unrivaled Chronicles, a cheesy ninja show that combined elements of ninjas, war, amnesia, and incurable diseases.

The leads and villains of this show were all mid-level ninjas or special jōnin from Konoha.

Naturally, as part of Konoha's propaganda machine, the protagonist had to shout politically correct slogans every time he unleashed his signature move, the Phoenix Sage Fire Technique, or his ultimate move, the Fire Dragon Bullet.

Uchiha Hikari sat on the sofa with her knees pulled to her chest, staring blankly at the TV, her delicate, fair feet tapping slightly to the passionate background music that had suddenly erupted on screen.

Uchiha Chen opened the refrigerator and took out a bag of oranges he had bought earlier that day, but his gaze suddenly stalled on a few bottles of cola.

Oh, they don't expire until tomorrow; they're still good to drink!

I'm just saying, Uchiha Cola with the black tomoe printed on it is the GOAT; Sarutobi Cola is just dishwater, only a Monkey would drink that!

Clutching the cans of cola to his chest, Uchiha Chen plopped down onto the sofa and set the oranges and cola on the table, stealing four or five glances at Uchiha Hikari before asking softly:

"Doesn't this feel too fake to you?"

"It's fake, but I want to watch it!" Hikari replied, her eyes glued to the TV without turning her head.

Uchiha Chen picked up a can of cola and handed it to Hikari. "It's sweet, you should try it!"

"Mm!"

Hikari reached out to take it, examined the can carefully, gave it a shake, and pulled the tab on top.

Sss!

The strange black liquid churned and hissed, bubbling up from the opening and spilling over the top.

Uchiha Chen's gaze fell upon the cola, which looked exactly like concentrated poison, and he explained in a flustered tone:

"Wait, let me explain! This isn't—"

Gulp, gulp, gulp!

Hikari tilted her head back and downed the cola in one go, her chest rising and falling rhythmically until she let out a soft, brief burp, her beautiful eyes finally landing on the anxious Uchiha Chen with a hint of amusement.

"Cola! I saw it on TV just now!"

Phew~

Good thing there wasn't a misunderstanding.

Relieved, Uchiha Chen leaned back against the sofa and began peeling an orange, feeling a bit awkward.

Better eat an orange to calm my nerves.

"Hm? Ah! Ha!"

Uchiha Chen's hands stopped mid-peel, and he closed his eyes, sensing the images transmitted from his clone thousands of miles away.

Hikari frowned, her gaze shifting away from the TV.

She didn't quite understand why Uchiha Chen was acting so jumpy.

"Hmm."

Staring at Uchiha Chen's long eyelashes with a furrowed brow, Hikari suddenly remembered how he had been hiding in the basement alone earlier, and how she had suddenly felt his "threat" level drop to almost nothing for a while.

He was acting as weak as a three-tomoe Uchiha!

Could it be that he's used his Mangekyō too much and is going blind?

Hikari pondered for a moment, thinking she had found the answer, and couldn't help but feel a bit worried.

The Senju Clan and the Uzumaki Clan had already become history, but there must still be descendants carrying their bloodlines, right?

Should I go kill a few of them and take their Chakra to help Chen recover?

Inside a desolate Kamui dimension, Uchiha Chen's clone stood before a row of cabinets, taking stock of the windfall before him.

Although the Kamui dimension was not a self-contained world like Kaguya's Amenominaka, its area was still vast.

Uchiha Chen had been having his clone continuously and covertly probe everything within the Kamui dimension, and he had finally found Obito's storage area in this wasteland.

There were four or five tall bookshelves piled high with cracked versions of various ninjutsu passed down from the Warring States period—it was essentially a Shinobi World version of the Huan Shi Water Pavilion.

Whenever Uchiha ninjas encountered a novel ninjutsu, they would always use their Sharingan to copy it, then return to the clan to record their own bootleg version; what was on these shelves was clearly the accumulation of centuries of Uchiha history from the Warring States era.

Beyond that, one shelf held several handwritten copies of True Explanation of Fire Style: Izuna's Annotations, along with a set of custom-made traditional Uchiha battle gear and a precious blade.

This must have been the mementos of Izuna that Madara had kept.

Finally, Uchiha Chen fixed his gaze on a gourd-shaped fan, and he couldn't look away.

The gourd-shaped fan featured three tomoe on the left and right sides of its moon-white surface, and the long handle was wrapped in layers of white bandages for a better grip.

[Flame Gunbai], also known as the Uchiha Gunbai.

It was a divine artifact crafted by the Sage of Six Paths from a branch of the God Tree and gifted to the Uchiha ancestor, Indra.

It had witnessed a thousand years of Uchiha glory and history, and it was also the symbol of the Uchiha clan head.

Ever since the battle at the Valley of the End between the patriarch from three generations ago, Uchiha Madara, and Senju Hashirama, this item had been lost.

Therefore, after the battle at the Valley of the End, the three patriarchs including Fugaku could all be said to have "attained their positions illegitimately"!

"Is this a branch of the God Tree?"

Uchiha Chen gently stroked the surface of the Flame Gunbai, feeling its texture—which seemed like gold and iron yet remained remarkably resilient—and the smile at the corners of his mouth could not be suppressed.

If his true body were here, he would surely be unable to resist laughing out loud.

The God Tree and the Ten-Tails were two sides of the same coin; one symbolized the Yang that plundered all things, while the other symbolized the Yin of the Infinite Tsukuyomi.

Even if the Flame Gunbai was merely a small twig taken from the God Tree, its essence was still a part of a Six Paths-level life form!

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

Uchiha Chen was like a mouse that had fallen into a rice granary, his eyes turning red with excitement.

He stowed away one treasure after another from the collections of Madara and Obito into his Sealing Scroll, leaving only the most precious Flame Gunbai for last.

Uchiha Chen performed hand seals rapidly toward the Flame Gunbai, sealing the original Summoning Technique markings left by Madara and Obito, and then carved his own Summoning Technique markings onto it.

"It's a pity there's no Sharingan. Is Obito's Sharingan hidden somewhere else?"

The insatiably greedy Uchiha Chen sighed softly. After taking one last look at the overturned cabinets and confirming that not even a single scrap of paper remained, he waved his hand and vanished from the Kamui dimension, leaving not a single trace behind.

I do not know how much time passed before a vortex suddenly appeared within the Kamui dimension.

Obito had been riding high lately, and his mood was quite excellent.

First, Konan of the Akatsuki had recruited Sasori of the Red Sand, who had assassinated the Third Kazekage, further strengthening the Akatsuki; then, he had easily used genjutsu to control the leader of Takigakure, bringing the Seven-Tails into his possession.

This was the proper way for a mastermind to operate; the losses he had suffered at the hands of Uchiha Chen before were merely accidents!

Huh?

Where did all my data go? Where is the Flame Gunbai that Madara left for me?

Uchiha Obito rubbed his eyes in disbelief, but the scene before him remained a mess.

Was my home robbed?

The insight of the Mangekyō Sharingan was the strongest in the Shinobi World, but it could not see everything that had happened in the past, nor could it make things etched in memory reappear.

"Ahhhhhhh! No~~~"

Obito slammed his fist into the ground with all his might, blood seeping from his knuckles.

The empty Kamui dimension would not rain, but at this moment, this colorless world trembled slightly, as if it too were weeping.