Just then, a White Zetsu suddenly emerged, its clear eyes locking with Sasuke's.
Obito, ever the slippery one with years of experience fleeing with the Sharingan, reacted instantly. Taking advantage of the brief window White Zetsu had bought with its life, he slipped into the Kamui dimension and vanished before Sasuke's eyes.
Sasuke didn't bother chasing him down. Only the living can continue to suffer. Death ends the fun.
He had long since abandoned any trace of humanity or conscience. After the fall of Konoha, he found himself adrift without a clear direction. Torturing his enemies with cold-blooded cruelty had become his greatest source of amusement.
After thinking it over, Sasuke casually tossed the souls of Shimura Danzō, Koharu Utatane, and Homura Mitokado into a cesspit. Let them feast on filth! Of course, souls couldn't actually consume anything—but the humiliation and disgust were enough. He even took a few photos of their miserable state, planning to show them to Hiruzen Sarutobi one day.
Dragging the barely conscious Kakashi behind him, Sasuke begrudgingly made his way to a hospital. After all, this man was an important tool in his ongoing torment of Obito. He couldn't afford to break him just yet.
...
In the warped space of the Kamui dimension, countless platforms floated in the void. On one such platform lay a broken, gasping figure. The spiral-patterned orange mask had shattered, revealing his true face—Uchiha Obito.
He had been barely clinging to life in this dimension for over a day. Alive, but beyond recovery.
"Uchiha Sasuke..." he muttered through clenched teeth, voice full of barely restrained hatred.
"Don't provoke him again for now," a raspy, strange voice said as a shadow slithered up beside him. It was Black Zetsu. "As long as we gather all the Tailed Beasts, what is a single Uchiha Sasuke? Once the Infinite Tsukuyomi is complete, he'll be nothing more than an ordinary person in the perfect new world."
"Shut up and help me, Black Zetsu! Heal me!" Obito barked, his voice twisted with rage.
"Heh... I'm afraid there's not much I can do for such strange wounds," Black Zetsu replied, sounding sheepish. "Maybe I can try patching you up with another White Zetsu?"
White Zetsu was a bizarre creature, useful not just for reconnaissance, but also for bodily repairs—a very convenient tool.
But even that failed this time. Sasuke had shattered the half of Obito's body made from White Zetsu, and any new grafts mysteriously rotted away, even corroding his remaining human half.
In the end, Black Zetsu had no choice but to seal the wound with fūinjutsu to delay the spread of decay. But Obito was suffering. Half his body gone, the wound never healing... and to make things worse, a humiliating new affliction had set in—hair loss.
Not just the thick, black hair on his head—everywhere. His entire body was going bald. If he had looked bad before, now he looked downright grotesque.
Once Obito's wounds and emotions were barely stabilized, both he and Black Zetsu fell into a grim silence.
Obito, of course, was a mess. Not only had he failed to rescue his old friends or the girl he loved, he'd nearly died at Sasuke's hands. Just remembering that terrifying assault sent a chill through him—yes, fear.
That's right. Fear.
He knew exactly what Sasuke was doing—torturing him, inside and out, as revenge.
Sasuke must have uncovered the truth behind the Uchiha massacre. Without hesitation, he destroyed Konoha, branding it with the label of "reactionary faction," crushing its name so thoroughly it could never rise again.
If Sasuke could be that ruthless toward his own village, Obito didn't dare imagine what else he was capable of. The death of his loved ones? Probably just the appetizer.
But when Obito thought about what Sasuke had done to Rin... his hatred flared beyond control. The bloodlust overwhelmed the fear.
Still, Sasuke was just too strong. Abnormally strong. Many of his strange jutsu didn't even seem related to his Uchiha bloodline.
Obito wanted to kill him—but right now, he was just a weakling in Sasuke's presence.
Black Zetsu, too, was uneasy. If even Obito could sense the abnormality in Sasuke's power, how could he not? He was deeply worried that Sasuke might upend the plans he had spent years building for the Infinite Tsukuyomi.
If they missed this window, who knew how many more years it would take for another Rinnegan to emerge?
"Obito—"
"I told you. Call me Uchiha Madara!" Obito snapped.
"Right, right... Madara. Have you thought about how we're going to deal with Sasuke? He's bound to interfere with our plan in a major way," Black Zetsu said, feigning concern.
Obito clenched his fists. Of course he knew that. But Sasuke was a nightmare—overwhelmingly strong, completely unpredictable, and utterly unrestrained. The man had no moral boundaries. Normal tactics like political games or spreading rumors wouldn't work. Those tricks were only effective against good people with a conscience. When facing monsters like Danzō or Sasuke...
Heh.
"I've made up my mind. We mobilize Akatsuki immediately and begin capturing the Tailed Beasts," Obito said, forcing himself to rally.
The current situation was too dire to fix. All he could do now was accelerate the Infinite Tsukuyomi. In that dream world, he could finally be with his loved ones and Rin again.
The real Rin and his family were gone—scattered into nothingness. The dream world was his only hope now.
Truth be told, Obito had never been all that mentally stable to begin with. That was probably why he awakened Kamui—a space-time dojutsu that allowed him to run from reality itself.
"Madara, I agree. We need to act quickly," Black Zetsu nodded.
...
Meanwhile, at Mount Myōboku, a massive, dark-red toad wearing a scholar's cap snoozed contentedly atop a stone platform. On either side, smaller stone pedestals supported two elderly toads, each about the size of a child.
Not far from the Great Toad Sage stood a tall man with long white hair, a forehead protector marked with the kanji for "oil," and two red streaks painted across his cheeks.
This was none other than Jiraiya—one of the Legendary Sannin of Konoha, and a famous author throughout the ninja world.
He had returned to the village for the Chūnin Exams... only to witness its destruction firsthand.
External attacks could be rebuilt from. But the Daimyō of the Land of Fire had officially abolished the shinobi village system. Unless the ninja revolted, Konoha would remain a relic of the past.
Jiraiya never expected that Kakashi and the Ino-Shika-Chō trio would be the first to defect. Even Might Guy, usually steadfast to the core, had chosen his personal bonds over the village without much hesitation.
Hiruzen Sarutobi had led the Sarutobi and Shimura clans into exile. Jiraiya had followed his old teacher. It wasn't just because the Third Hokage refused to bend the knee to the Daimyō—but because with Sasuke's ruthless eradication, there was no way the Sarutobi or Shimura would have been spared. Escaping had been their only option.
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