Somewhere in a dark underground chamber.
Crack.
Obito viciously crushed a stone beneath his foot, the eye visible through his mask blazing with fury. "You damned bastard! Hatake Shinichi, do you just have to get in my way?"
With intelligence support from the White Zetsu Army, how could he not know about the outrageous reports that had been spreading like wildfire lately?
The descriptions of him in particular cut him to the core, every single word!
"Obito, you seem angry."
A pitch-black figure emerged from the ground. It was Black Zetsu, the devoted son whose filial piety could move heaven and earth. Wearing a thoroughly punchable grin, he said, "This Hatake Shinichi really is troublesome. You've dealt with him before. Do you know his weaknesses?"
Despite the constant smile on Black Zetsu's face, he was far from calm inside.
Having lurked in the shinobi world for countless years, his ability to anticipate danger was second to none. His instinct for danger told him that Hatake Shinichi might well become the greatest obstacle to his plans.
"I'm no match for him."
Obito took a deep breath and said, his voice full of frustration and helplessness, "I don't know much about him either, only that he's Kakashi's older brother. But back when he was in Konoha, he was clearly just an ordinary Chunin. There was nothing special about him at all."
"I hear this fellow seems to like adopting children..."
Black Zetsu considered it, then suggested, "Perhaps we could target the people around him!"
"No!"
Obito immediately rejected his suggestion, saying gravely, "His Mangekyō Sharingan has the same ability as mine, and it's even more powerful. If we act recklessly, we could alert him! Most importantly, we have no confidence that we can beat him..."
Although Shinichi's only publicly known feat in