"What did you just call me?!"
"Obito."
Kabuto Yakushi said, "Uchiha Obito."
"The entire Ninja World knows by now... Don't tell me you still didn't know?"
Obito truly hadn't known about it.
Ever since he had dug out the One-Tail chakra Itachi Uchiha had left behind, Obito had been unable to eat or sleep for the past two days, pouring all his focus into the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path.
Whenever he was tired or sleepy, he thought of the humiliation Lin Qing had brought him, thought of Rin waiting for him in the Tsukuyomi world, and somehow squeezed out more motivation to keep working.
As the black box opened, the timelines and memories overlapped. Obito did remember the "man of light" from the night of the massacre, and he also recalled that his mask had shifted slightly.
But... there was no way to verify it, nor was there any way to deal with it.
Obito simply treated it as an illusion.
He figured that even if Lin Qing had seen his face, he probably would not recognize him.
After all, the teenage Obito had merely been an unknown nobody.
Almost everyone who knew him—the Uchiha clan, Minato Namikaze, Rin—was dead. Only Kakashi remained.
Yet sometimes, even Obito could not recognize himself in the mirror, much less Kakashi.
Thinking that way, Obito relaxed.
What he had not expected was that Kakashi was both sentimental and clever.
As early as when he had awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan and learned that Kamui was a space-time ability, Kakashi had begun to harbor a trace of suspicion.
One had the left eye, while the other had the right. Together, they just happened to make a pair of Sharingan.
At the time, though, Kakashi had wondered whether the Masked Man had stolen Obito's eye