Hozuki Castle? Night City!

As night deepened, the full moon, high in the sky above the cliffs on the border of the Land of Rain, cast its cold and bright light upon this desolate land.

The daytime rain had stopped, leaving only a few wisps of thin mist drifting slowly across the night sky.

The cliff top, which should have been untouched by anyone, had somehow become the domain of an uninvited guest.

Obito put his hands behind his head and lay flat on the rough rock.

He gazed at the bright, full moon in the night sky, seemingly lost in thought.

The night breeze ruffled Obito's messy, spiky hair, carrying a slight chill that brought Obito back to his senses.

"It's here already? It's faster than I expected."

He slowly sat up from the rock, turned his head, and coldly looked at Raiga Kurosuki, who was panting heavily behind him, clearly having rushed over at full speed with all his might.

"Heh, it seems the 'special training' I gave you before did have some effect after all..."

Raiga Kurosuki looked warily at Obito, who was casually making sarcastic remarks, and, panting heavily, said with difficulty to Obito:

"Stop talking nonsense! I've already told Uchiha Kuro about the 'Moon' organization, just as you said."

Now, it's time for you to keep your promise!

"No need to rush. We can set off after you've caught your breath."

Obito waved his hand at him unhurriedly:

"Don't worry, although that kid is currently in that infamous 'prison,' he's being looked after by people from the organization."

Apart from being a bit more taciturn than before, the kid was basically fine.

As long as you consistently do as I say and contribute your share to the Infinite Tsukuyomi plan, you can see him whenever you want.

As he spoke, Obito shifted his gaze from Raiga Kurosuki and turned it back to the full moon hanging high in the night sky, his voice becoming increasingly excited:

"In that beautiful dream world where there is no suffering, everyone, including you and that little devil, will find true happiness!"

"You, who have long been utterly disillusioned with this Ninja World, should understand this better than anyone else."

Raiga Kurosuki remained silent for a long time.

He stared intently at Obito's Spiral Mask, which looked particularly eerie in the moonlight, and said in a cold voice:

"That sounds nice, but putting aside whether your so-called 'dream world' is real or not, the things you ordered me to do are completely contrary to your plan."

Regardless of whether Uchiha Kuro is truly on your side, the fact that you deliberately made me reveal information about the "Moon" organization to him, no matter how you look at it, means absolutely no benefit to you or the plan you're talking about."

At this point, Raiga Kurosuki paused, then asked in a deep voice:

"Uchiha Madara, are you really doing this for the Infinite Tsukuyomi Plan?"

Hearing Raiga Kurosuki's question, which was full of doubt, Obito sneered, his eyes instantly turning icy cold:

"You dare to question me?"

Before he could finish speaking, a terrifying amount of Chakra, almost solidified, suddenly erupted from his body without warning!

Feeling the terrifying pressure that almost crushed him to the ground, Raiga Kurosuki's pupils suddenly contracted, and he quickly lowered his head deeply.

"I'm very sorry, Lord Madara."

"Snort."

Obito snorted coldly and withdrew the released Chakra back into his body.

Raiga Kurosuki breathed a sigh of relief, his forehead already covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.

"Don't do anything unnecessary. I won't remind you a second time."

Obito coldly looked down at him, his single eye beneath the mask gleaming with an unyielding light.

"You only need to know one thing: my purpose has never changed from beginning to end."

Everything I ask you to do has its own meaning in order to create a truly good world.

You just need to focus on what the tool is supposed to do.

"... yes."

Raiga Kurosuki lowered his head and remained silent.

Obito nodded in satisfaction as he watched Raiga Kurosuki finally become obedient.

He slowly shifted his gaze from Raiga Kurosuki, his tone becoming somewhat flatter:

"Now that you've completed the task I assigned you, I should keep my promise and take you to see the little devil next to you."

Perfect timing, I'll also introduce you to the other "comrades" in the organization.

Raiga Kurosuki suddenly raised his head, suppressing the excitement that was almost overwhelming his reason, and pressed his lips tightly together, not daring to say another word.

Obito strode forward and slowly walked past Raiga Kurosuki.

"Let's go, to Hozuki..."

He paused, his back to Raiga Kurosuki, and took one last look at the bright, lonely full moon in the night sky, a meaningful light flashing in his eyes.

"Don't let me down, knock."

You're not the kind of man who'll be easily defeated by this kind of pressure. Adversity will only make you stronger.

Obito murmured to himself, a faint smile slowly curving his lips beneath the mask:

"I'm really looking forward to the day when we can be completely honest with each other."

Under Raiga Kurosuki's questioning gaze, Obito slowly shifted his gaze from the full moon and calmly corrected his earlier statement:

"No, now it should be called... ' Night City '."

--

Meanwhile, in Amegakure.

Looking at the so-called "copybook drafts" spread all over the ground, with their appalling style, his face immediately darkened.

His lips twitched violently, and he mechanically turned his head to look at Konan, who was staring at him intently beside him.

"You... you want me to teach you... how to draw in a notebook?!"

Konan nodded solemnly and handed the set of professional comic tools produced by Kumogakure to Kouqian again.

Yes, his eyes looked very sincere.

Looking at Konan's earnest and sincere face, and then glancing down at the abstract sketches on the ground, he turned around without hesitation and ran towards the gate!

Konan watched the figure disappear through the door in an instant, tilting her head in confusion.

Did I say something wrong?

She muttered to herself, then turned her gaze to the pile of copied manuscripts behind her that she herself couldn't bear to look at a second time. She remained silent for a while, then sighed softly.

Oh well, he's my partner now, and I'll have plenty of opportunities to learn from him in the future.

Konan comforted herself in this way, feeling not even the slightest bit ashamed for plagiarizing Kakuzu's suggestion to become his apprentice.

Looking at the mountain of sketchbooks filled with abstract drawings behind her, the last trace of composure on her usually aloof face was replaced by deep sorrow.

What should we do with these "waste products"?