In an unnamed mountain hollow several dozen kilometers outside Konoha.
Whoosh.
Space warped, and Obito's eerie figure emerged.
He still wore the familiar Akatsuki robes, but his Swirl Mask now had an extra hole, revealing a complete pair of Mangekyō Sharingan.
Standing before him was a sinister-looking middle-aged man: Shimura Danzō.
"Made up your mind?"
Obito's cold eyes betrayed not the slightest emotion.
"I have no other choice."
Danzo's expression was frighteningly grim, his voice resolute. "If not for that damned brat Hatake Shinichi, I would never have ended up like this! Do not forget what you promised me. I will have my revenge!"
"Rest assured. Hatake Shinichi is my enemy too."
At the mention of that dreaded name, resentment inevitably surfaced in Obito's eyes.
If not for that man, his flawless plan would never have gone wrong, nor would he have been reduced to this pitiful state, hiding in dark corners and licking his wounds.
After discussing matters a little longer, Danzo swept his sleeves back and left.
For some reason, Obito acted on a sudden impulse and used Kamui to travel to Amegakure.
But when he entered the familiar secret chamber and saw the scene before him, his face beneath the mask darkened once again.
The place was deserted.
That was exactly how it felt to Obito at that moment.
The Demonic Statue of the Outer Path stood quietly as it always had, but Nagato, who was connected to it, and Konan, who always stayed by his side, were nowhere to be found.
Obito initially assumed Nagato and Konan had been attacked and temporarily left Amegakure.
But when he saw the note left on the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path, he nearly spat blood in fury. It read, "Konan and I are tired. Handle the rest yourself."