"Hey, excuse me, where is your village's Jinchūriki?"
The white-masked figure passed through the waterfall and appeared in the rather small shinobi village.
He looked at a passing ninja, presumably a Chunin judging by his clothing, and asked.
"You... Fū went out."
The Chunin had been about to demand Obito's identity, but the instant his gaze met those eyes, one red and one purple, he lost himself.
"Is that so? Then who would know where the Jinchūriki went?"
The two figures standing there had already drawn the attention of people nearby, but Obito did not particularly care.
He continued questioning the man before him, who was already completely under the control of genjutsu.
"The village chief. He's closest to Fū."
The man's expression was blank, his lips opening and closing as he proceeded to reveal exactly where the village chief was.
"I see. Thank you very much, then."
A gleam flashed through Obito's eyes. The man before him suddenly shuddered, and his eyes gradually regained their clarity.
"What happened to me... no! You're..."
The man looked down at his body in confusion, then abruptly raised his head, his throat vibrating as he tried to shout.
Shlk.
The sound caught in his throat. A sharp wooden spike shot from the palm of the white-masked man before him, piercing straight into his throat.
A few drops of blood trickled down, but more was absorbed by the splintering wooden spike.
The light that had just returned to his eyes dimmed once again.
In the final moment of his life, as though experiencing one last surge of vitality, he drew a kunai wrapped with an explosive tag from his waist.
Another one of these annoying things.
Obito looked at the swaying man before him and the kunai wrapped with an explosive tag in his