The Three's Bad Premonitions

In the masked man's eyes, a fleeting glint of vigilance reflected the tense atmosphere and the deathly shadow cast by the Kunai.

Without a moment's hesitation, he acted immediately. The masked man's movements were fluid and seamless, his hands tracing elegant paths through the air, each swing striking the incoming Kunai with perfect precision.

The clash of metal against metal sparkled with tiny points of light, appearing exceptionally dazzling in the hazy smoke.

The Kunai deflected one by one; some embedded themselves in the ground, while others flew past the masked man's clothes, but none of them managed to touch his body.

The masked man's movements were both swift and steady. His hands moved like a magician's, producing sharp Shuriken, each one radiating a chilling killing intent.

With a flick of his wrist, the Shuriken seemed to come alive, darting through the air and hurtling towards where Koki was hiding.

Koki's figure moved through the forest like a phantom, his speed so fast that it was almost impossible to catch.

His Three-Tomoe Sharingan spun rapidly, those eyes seemingly able to see through all the secrets of the world.

Although the trajectory of the Shuriken was swift, under the Sharingan's perspective, it was like a slow-motion video, with every detail clearly visible to Koki.

Kunai each swing of his kunai, Koki accurately struck the incoming Shuriken.

The clash of metal sparked dazzling sparks, which, like twinkling stars, adorned the battle stage and illuminated Koki's calm face.

The battle continues, and the contest between Koki and the masked man intensifies.

Soft sunlight filtered through the treetops, dappling the quiet afternoon streets of Konoha.

Rin Earth Flow softly beside Obito, her hair swaying gently in the wind, looking tender and beautiful.

However, Obito's gaze did not seem to be drawn to this picturesque scenery.

Ever since they finished enjoying the delicious Ichiraku Ramen together, Obito had fallen into deep thought. His eyes were sometimes unfocused and sometimes filled with grievance, as if he were hiding some unspeakable secret in his heart.

"Hey, Obito." Rin's voice was soft and sweet, like a spring breeze, trying to awaken Obito's wandering thoughts.

However, Obito seemed completely absorbed in his own world, as if he hadn't heard Rin's calls.

Lin couldn't help but frown slightly, a hint of concern flashing in her eyes.

She stopped and gently tugged at Obito's sleeve, trying to get his attention.

Obito's body trembled slightly, as if he had suddenly woken up from a dream. He quickly took a step back, freeing himself from Rin's hand, and his gaze finally focused on Rin's face.

"Obito, what are you thinking?" Rin's tone carried a hint of reproach and inquiry.

Obito has been spacing out since we were eating, and Obito's still like this now that we're out for a walk after dinner, I wonder what he's thinking about.

"Rin, I'm sorry." Obito's tone was tinged with guilt, but his gaze went past Rin's shoulder and straight up to the sky.

A flock of crows circled in the clouds, their cries sharp and mournful, as if foreshadowing an ominous sign.

A strange anxiety welled up in Obito's heart, and his bad premonition grew stronger, like a heavy stone pressing on his chest, making him breathe rapidly.

"Koki..." His fingers unconsciously touched the pink Kunai in his bag. The cold metal brought him a sense of comfort, calming Obito's heart a little.

He turned around, gave Lin an awkward smile, and his words betrayed a hint of haste.

"Lin, I'm so sorry, I suddenly have some urgent business to attend to. Next time, I'll definitely treat you to a proper meal with Koki to make up for it."

Before Rin could respond, Obito had already leaped onto the rooftop like an arrow.

He leaped across the rooftops, each step steady and swift, as if racing against the unease in his heart.

Rin stood there, stunned, watching Obito's departing figure, her eyes filled with confusion and worry.

Obito raced across the rooftops, his heart pounding with each step. He knew that such a bad premonition rarely came without reason.

He didn't know what he would face, but one thing he was very clear about was that he had to find Koki as soon as possible, or something irreversible might happen.

Shisui Shui sat quietly under the corridor in the courtyard. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting shadows on him. A gentle breeze, like a lover's whisper, swept by, adding a pleasant coolness to the tranquil afternoon.

However, in this peaceful moment, as if time had stood still, Shisui's heart suddenly clenched violently, as if something precious was silently slipping away from his life.

"What's wrong with me?" He raised his hand in a daze and gently pressed it against his chest, trying to soothe his unusual heartbeat.

His brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes.

This feeling was unusual and unfamiliar to him, as if an invisible thread was quietly connecting him closely to some unknown destiny.

He closed his eyes, trying to calm his inner turmoil through deep breathing and meditation, but the premonition surged like a tide, growing stronger and stronger, as if he were about to lose something of utmost importance.

When he opened his eyes again, the courtyard was still quiet, the outlines of the trees and flowers unchanged, but his heart no longer held the same tranquility.

Shisui's gaze moved slowly across the courtyard. His heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and the oppressive feeling made it impossible for him to maintain his calm sitting posture.

Just then, his gaze inadvertently met Kakashi's.

Kakashi, who had been intently practicing Ninjutsu in the courtyard, stopped what he was doing, his brows furrowed, and his eyes revealed the same anxiety and sorrow.

Their eyes met in mid-air, as if an electric current was passing between them.

In that instant, they seemed to sense each other's unease, and that resonance made their hearts race.

They didn't speak, but the messages conveyed in their eyes were more profound than any words.

Suddenly, a name echoed in their minds simultaneously— Koki.

"Kakashi-senpai." Shisui quickly rose from the shadows in the corridor and instantly appeared in front of Kakashi.

Kakashi stood in the courtyard, his gaze sharp as a knife, his cold voice carrying an undeniable seriousness. "Shisui, what exactly did Koki and Obito do today?"

Under Kakashi's gaze, Shisui felt an invisible pressure; he could sense the worry and urgency in Kakashi's words.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, and then slowly said, "Actually, Obito-nii was going to confess, Koki went with him. I'm sorry, Kakashi-senpai, I..."

Kakashi frowned slightly, interrupting Shisui, his voice tinged with anxiety. "Did they mention any specific plans? Or an estimated return time?"

"No, but it seems that Koki said she would come back early to play with Itachi."

"It's already noon, and he still hasn't come back!"

"Walk!"

Their eyes met, and without a word, they vanished together outside the door.