Who Are You?

Who Are You? Obito Uchiha stood silently where he was.

Within the orange mask's single eyehole, a scarlet three-tomoe Sharingan slowly turned.

He looked at the sacrifice inside the container, his voice utterly flat.

"The progress is too slow."

"What I want is an immortal army capable of sweeping across the shinobi world. You do not have much time to squander."

Orochimaru chuckled softly.

There was undisguised mockery in his laughter.

He turned his head, his golden snake eyes fixed intently on Obito's eye beneath the mask.

"An immortal army... what a grand ambition."

Orochimaru drew out his words as he slowly stepped forward.

"You know Hashirama Senju's cells inside and out, and Tobirama Senju's forbidden techniques are no secret to you either."

"You even possess such an unfathomable space-time dōjutsu."

Orochimaru stopped three steps in front of Obito.

The stench of formalin in the air seemed to grow even more pungent.

The flickering candlelight on the walls stretched their shadows long, twisting them together.

"However..."

Orochimaru's gaze sharpened to an extreme, as though he intended to see through the orange mask.

"According to the rumors, that man who looked down upon the world and regarded all things as mere grass was tyrannical to the extreme."

"And yet you..."

A curve full of probing curiosity rose at the corner of Orochimaru's lips.

"Hide your face and scheme from the shadows."

"Are your methods truly the same as the legendary Madara's?"

Dead silence.

Even the sound of dripping water could be heard clearly in the laboratory.

The air seemed to freeze completely at that moment.

Obito said nothing.

Yet the look beneath his mask turned utterly cold in an instant.

The next second.

The three tomoe in his right eye spun madly, joining end to end as they instantly transformed into