Minato and Obito's Untold Stories

Minato's voice sank.

This minister had sent the intelligence out, but he hadn't held on until Konoha's reinforcements arrived.

Hearing that, Obito immediately forgot about playing it cool, his expression turning serious.

A moment later, he raised his head. The Mangekyō Sharingan in his eyes spun rapidly as his gaze fixed on the stone pillars and corners of the hall's ceiling.

Following his line of sight, countless densely packed pale-blue Chakra threads clung to the surrounding pipes like a spiderweb.

In the end, they all poured like a waterfall into the pitch-black elevator shaft deep within the hall.

Obito couldn't help sucking in a cold breath, his voice drifting slightly. "Sensei, we might've run into a tough one... That bastard down there is a puppeteer."

Before Minato could respond, Obito pointed at the tangled mass of Chakra threads, barely able to hold himself together.

"But isn't this way too ridiculous?!"

"A normal puppeteer can control maybe eight or ten puppets with ten fingers. But the number of his Chakra threads... Is he planning to raise an entire allied army by himself?!"

"This isn't about whether his hands are fast or not. Is that bastard some kind of centipede?!"

Rin listened from the side, her brows tightly furrowed as she surveyed their surroundings.

"But... This isolated desert heartland of Rōran barely even has sand rats. How could a puppeteer of this level suddenly appear here?"

Minato didn't answer. With a flick of his wrist, a specially made Flying Thunder God Kunai slid into his palm.

He said nothing, his gaze piercing the bottomless darkness.

Boom!

Before the words had even faded, the bluestone floor beneath their feet began shaking madly!

Dust and sand burst from the cracks between the stones. Then, a layer of dazzling purple light surged up from the