He pushed the door open on tiptoe. Everything was just as it had been.
He carefully made his way to the second floor. Uzumaki Sanryo, the Nine-Tails' spare vessel, was still lying quietly in bed, not yet awake.
He reached up and wiped away the nonexistent sweat on his forehead. Luckily, nothing had happened.
Just as he was about to pour himself a glass of water to calm his nerves, a teasing voice came from behind him.
"Qingfeng, have you thought it through? Leave, or die?"
He was breaking down inside. Obito really did love his dear little brother "deeply." He had just been beaten up by the Fourth Hokage, yet he still dared to enter the village.
He really was impossible to shake off.
Luckily, it was Obito. Since he was his "dear big brother," he probably would not attack without a word.
Qingfeng forced himself to stay calm, finished the water in his cup, and turned around.
It was still that familiar Mask, revealing only one eye. His left arm, which had been shattered earlier, had already recovered completely.
He had even changed clothes, with no sign that he had just been taking a beating.
"Tobi, let me recommend someone to you—Uchiha Itachi. He's the true genius of the Uchiha. How about taking him with you to achieve peace in the Ninja World?"
Qingfeng knew this would not end peacefully. He had to stall for time and rely on the System's bugged potion, God's Blessing, which granted thirty minutes of damage immunity. He needed to find a chance to secretly drink it before Obito made his move.
"At such a young age, you already have talent for space-time ninjutsu. Though you only said a few words, the Fourth Hokage and his wife surviving had a great deal to