"Tch."
He didn't expect to run into that person at this time.
For so long, that guy had been too well-behaved, so much so that if it weren't for this incident, Obito would have thought that guy had died long ago.
As soon as he sensed a situation similar to that person's, Obito would immediately become alert.
Although he didn't know that person's name, Obito had a very clear impression of his face.
A young man with a rather arrogant silver hair, wearing an eye patch.
The man who appeared on the night of the Uchiha clan massacre, he stopped Uchiha Itachi, who had come to negotiate with him.
Although he didn't know what he was plotting, the Uchiha clan massacre was not changed, and Uchiha Itachi even joined Akatsuki with him, even though he didn't help at all.
At that time, he felt that Zetsu was very strange. Now that he thought about it, that person already met the condition of knowing Uchiha Itachi.
In Kirigakure, that person directly heavily injured Obito, and in terms of strength and teleportation, it could also be matched.
So troublesome, that guy is indeed a very difficult opponent.
Moreover, all along, he had been very quiet, not making any big moves, and he hadn't heard of him causing any trouble.
He was such a powerful person, yet he was so well-behaved and didn't cause any trouble.
There were two possibilities for this: either this person was not well-behaved at all, but their intelligence simply didn't involve that person.
The other possibility was that that person might not have done anything for such a long time.
Damn it, this guy was a significant turning point, but Obito never noticed him.
This time, he had retrieved Uchiha Itachi's eyes in advance, so no major problems occurred.
If Zetsu had not retrieved those Sharingan in advance, things would have become troublesome.
Although they were quite good at tracking, that was tracking people. That man's whereabouts were strange, and he didn't seem like someone who could be found.
Moreover, he dared to snatch people directly under their noses, which showed that he had enough strength to get himself out of it cleanly.
Even after such a long time, Obito still felt a bit uneasy about that person.
If he hadn't escaped quickly at that time, that guy might really have killed him. Even after so many years, he could still so calmly bother him like this.
And the most unbearable problem was that he had no reason to snatch Uchiha Itachi's corpse back.
The eyes had been obtained, and it didn't matter where Uchiha Itachi's body was.
But the person who got the body was that man. If that person could do anything, it wouldn't be surprising.
This situation was a bit too tricky.
It would be a waste of manpower to go look for the body, as their goal now was to deal with the tailed beasts.
Most of the manpower had been lost, and they were basically consumables. After they were used up and the tailed beasts were obtained, these people would have mostly died.
It was obviously unwise to spend more manpower chasing an irrelevant corpse.
As expected of that man, he either didn't make a move, or when he did, he would definitely bring some trouble to Obito.
While Obito was contemplating this issue, he found a doctor to treat Sasuke's injuries.
In fact, Sasuke wasn't seriously injured. It was clear that Uchiha Itachi had held back significantly, but Sasuke still showed clear signs of chakra depletion and would probably need to rest for a while.
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Hatake Satoru burst into the research lab with a smell of water and blood. Several people inside were adjusting equipment.
Hatake Satoru stood abruptly amidst a pile of equipment, looking strangely out of place. A few of the researchers surrounding the equipment couldn't help but let out startled cries at his sudden appearance.
"You can scream later. Start the equipment and the blood system."
"Stop his bleeding as quickly as possible and check his vital signs."
Hatake Satoru, rarely joking with these people, snatched the forehead protector from Uchiha Itachi's forehead and then placed him on the patient's bed, calmly instructing the surrounding researchers.
Hatake Satoru's clothes were stained with a lot of blood, but fortunately, his dark clothing didn't show the color much, so the red wasn't too eye-catching.
If he were wearing light-colored clothes, appearing here with blood on his hands would probably have caused more screams.
Although Hatake Satoru's sudden appearance would startle many people, these researchers were obviously experienced doctors.
Upon seeing the person lying on the patient's bed, the previously noisy researchers quickly quieted down and connected tubes and equipment to the person on the bed.
Drip sounds echoed one after another, along with buzzing sounds, and people holding alcohol bandages also came over.
Hatake Satoru casually tossed the forehead protector onto a nearby table. He didn't know if it would be useful later, so he'd just put it aside for now.
A drop of scarlet blood rolled down from the scratched metal plate on the forehead protector, falling onto the table and appearing particularly striking.
He would leave the rest to these doctors, as it was better to let those who knew how to save lives handle it.
Hatake Satoru was only someone who could decide the outcome and use strategies. Detailed life-saving methods should be left to those who should do them.
After walking out the door, Hatake Satoru belatedly smelled a scent of blood.
Then, the slippery feeling on his arms and wrists became more noticeable. He could clearly see diluted bloodstains on his wrists.
Because Uchiha Itachi's body had completely cooled down, his exposed wrist was also stained with this chill.
His clothes stuck to his arms, soaked with blood.
Hatake Satoru also looked down at his own clothes. Although they weren't completely soaked, they were clearly stained with blood.
"...Ew."
Hatake Satoru pouted slightly and looked at the nearby research lab, then at his sleeves.
Never mind, it would be better to go change.
Hatake Satoru felt a bit awkward, but still decided to go back and change his clothes.
To be honest, ever since he had skillfully mastered the Limitless jutsu, it was rare for him to get his clothes dirty.
Even fine rain could be completely blocked, let alone occasional accidental smudges.
Hatake Satoru's eye hidden by the eye patch narrowed slightly, then he frowned and walked towards the adjacent studio.
A strange feeling, the blood had soaked through his clothes.
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