Didn't Senior Obito Already Die?

"Hatake Kakashi-senpai!"

Soon, an Anbu ninja with purple hair rushed over. She first saw Sasuke lying on the ground, then immediately noticed Kakashi clutching his face.

"Senpai, your eye..."

"Quick, take me to see the Third."

Kakashi grabbed her, speaking at the fastest speed possible.

"Understood!"

The purple-haired Anbu did not dare to hesitate for a second; she hoisted Kakashi up and dashed toward the Hokage Building.

Shadow Space.

"I didn't expect it to go so smoothly this time. Arashi, how did you know it was him?"

Izumi asked curiously.

This attack had been sudden, a decision Uchiha Arashi had made only a short while ago. At first, Izumi hadn't understood what was happening, but upon seeing this eye, she immediately understood everything.

Hatake Kakashi, the only outsider on the surface who had received permission from the Uchiha clan to legally possess a Sharingan.

Coupled with his status as a Konoha genius, there weren't many people who didn't know him, especially among the Uchiha; even if they hadn't seen him, they had at least heard the name.

"Because I sensed his Sharingan."

Uchiha Arashi said.

"You can even do something like that?"

Izumi was somewhat surprised.

"Yes, ever since he stepped into the range of the Shadow Space, I faintly felt the unique chakra fluctuations of a Sharingan."

It was interesting, come to think of it.

Although Uchiha Arashi could confirm that Kakashi hadn't left the Anbu during this period, he had long since forgotten what Kakashi's mask looked like. Besides the mask, the attire of many Anbu ninjas was identical, and white hair wasn't exactly a unique trait. Thus, his ability to recognize Kakashi really did rely on that mysterious, inexplicable perception.

The specific origin was unknown, but it was highly likely related to his own eyes.

Even though he wasn't even at the one-tomoe level yet, geniuses were often meant to be different—chakra, isn't it magical?

"With this ability, you'll never have to worry about being ambushed again."

Izumi remarked with emotion.

"It's more than that. I can also feel that this is no ordinary Sharingan."

Uchiha Arashi casually bluffed.

"You mean..."

Izumi slowly widened her eyes.

"Mm, this is a Mangekyo."

Uchiha Arashi nodded.

"A Mangekyo outside of the Uchiha? How, how did he manage that?!"

Izumi was greatly shocked.

One had to know that many Uchiha couldn't even awaken their eyes in their entire lives, and those who did often stopped at three tomoe. On average, a pair of Mangekyo might not even appear once every twenty years.

Now, a Mangekyo had actually appeared on an outsider. It was fortunate that the Uchiha were basically all dead; otherwise, if this news got out, who knows how many clansmen would die of shame.

"I don't know, but that's not important. After all, it's the famous Hatake Kakashi... Izumi, prepare for the surgery."

"Are we really going to transplant the eye?"

"Yes!"

"But, if you transplant the eye, what will happen to your original eyes? Are you going to use someone else's eyes forever? Then your own ocular techniques..."

"It's still up in the air whether I can even awaken my own eyes. Let's transplant it first; we can always switch back once things stabilize. The Konoha ninjas have already found this place, so solving the immediate problem is more important."

Uchiha Arashi handed the eyeball to Uchiha Izumi.

Izumi gritted her teeth and ultimately agreed to Arashi's decision.

"My medical ninjutsu has been improving by leaps and bounds lately, all just to transplant eyes for you..."

Arashi lay down with a smile.

"That's a good thing. Medical ninjutsu isn't just for transplanting eyes; if any of us get sick in the future, we'll have to rely on you to fix it."

Izumi asked, seemingly casual: "Do you trust me that much? Aren't you afraid I might harm you?"

Arashi laughed, "Of course I'm not afraid. You are my Izumi-nee, after all."

Izumi's hand trembled imperceptibly, "Is it really okay to change eyes so frequently? I'm worried your body will have complications."

Arashi shook his head, "Don't worry. If it were anyone else, there might be problems, but we are Uchiha. The ability to swap eyes at will is something only the Uchiha have ever been able to do."

"...True."

The logic was sound; there was no refuting it.

The surgical process was somewhat bloody, but the younger siblings did not turn away; instead, they took the initiative to gather around, gritting their teeth as they watched the entire procedure.

This was not Uchiha Arashi's request, but their own decision.

As ninjas, as avengers, if they dared not even look at blood, they would truly be useless.

The surgery was completed quickly. After patching up the wound, Uchiha Arashi sat up.

He blinked, and his left eye suddenly shifted into the Mangekyo state, the pattern within it completely different from that of his right eye.

"Huh?!"

The moment the shift completed, he let out a cry of surprise.

"What is it? Is something uncomfortable?"

Izumi became nervous immediately.

The other younger siblings also wore panicked expressions.

"No, the eye is fine... it has nothing to do with the eye itself. I am surprised by the ocular jutsu; this eye is actually of the space-time type."

Arashi said.

"Isn't that great? Space-time ninjutsu is the most difficult type to deal with."

Izumi breathed a sigh of relief, taking the opportunity to swat Arashi, complaining that he had scared her into thinking his surgery had failed.

"No, it's not that simple. This eye connects to another space. Do you remember? Not long ago, we just encountered a space-time type Mangekyo."

"I remember, that masked man... wait, you mean to say?!"

Izumi reacted instantly.

"That's right, they should be the same pair of eyes. The abilities are identical, and the feeling they give me is very similar."

Arashi began to guide the conversation once more.

Izumi said with a blank expression, "But if I remember correctly, this eye should belong to Obito, but didn't he die in action?"

Arashi grinned, "Only officially. A Mangekyo Sharingan, someone extremely familiar with the Uchiha, suspected to be an Uchiha clansman—if he happened to awaken the Mangekyo before his death, he could very well have survived by relying on space-time abilities."

Izumi was even more confused, "Then why didn't he come back? And why didn't he take the eye back?"

Uchiha Arashi shook his head, "I don't know about that; I am only guessing... Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. Now that the eye is fine, you stay here and continue to open the passage in the direction we discussed. I'm going out for a bit."

"Where are you going?"

Izumi asked subconsciously.

"Being on the receiving end of attacks is not my habit. The passage is about to be completed, but before that, I want to leave a souvenir for Konoha. Besides, the Daimyo is in the village, and we will need him for our next move."

Arashi stretched his arms.

"Don't do anything reckless, that's the Daimyo..."

Izumi looked at him nervously.

Uchiha Arashi smiled and stroked her cheek.

"Rest assured, I am not a reckless person."

Having said that, without waiting for Izumi to respond, Uchiha Arashi activated his ability and left the Shadow Space.