Outside the shop, in the shadows on the roof.
Obito stood quietly as a White Zetsu Clone emerged halfway from the ground at his feet.
White Zetsu spoke in a teasing tone:
"Did you hear that?"
"That blond brat has even forgotten who he should remember."
The corners of Obito's mouth curled upward beneath his mask. "Konoha's usual methods. Memories sealed, feelings twisted. In a world like this... the Eye of the Moon really is the only salvation."
White Zetsu tilted his head and asked:
"Don't you think it's a shame?"
"He should have become one of your pawns, just like Nagato."
"A pawn?" Obito sneered. "He's still a pawn, just one in Konoha's hands. But soon... he'll change hands."
He looked into the shop, his Sharingan turning slightly.
Naruto was getting up to pay, wearing that habitual, slightly goofy smile.
Obito remembered clearly that five years ago, when this child ran around the Uchiha compound, his smile had been far more genuine than it was now.
"Let's go," Obito said quietly.
White Zetsu silently withdrew underground.
Obito took one last look at Naruto, then slowly sank into the void, beginning to consider his next plan.
For the past three years, he had lived more cautiously than a rat.
Lin Ze's strength was terrifying, and that "Divine Crossing," which could enter the Kamui Dimension, made it impossible for him to eat or sleep in peace. He dared not stay anywhere for more than half a day, constantly changing his hiding place.
But the organization could not remain at a standstill forever.
The Eye of the Moon Plan had to move forward.
So, unlike Nagato and the other two, Obito, who possessed "Kamui," had been secretly recruiting people throughout these three years.
Unfortunately, powerful missing-nin were scarce. Most were small fry