Kakashi didn't hesitate. Without a second thought, he reached out and shook Obito's hand.
Looking at his old comrade with a complicated expression, he asked, "Obito… do you really have a way to bring Rin back?"
Even though Rin's death had left a permanent scar in Kakashi's heart, he couldn't bring himself to believe there was a way to resurrect her. The only reason he had come here, agreeing to meet Obito, was because of a momentary lapse—an emotional impulse.
Obito let go of Kakashi's hand and gestured toward the seat across from him. Once Kakashi sat down, Obito poured a glass of wine and calmly began to explain.
"Originally, I thought about using the Infinite Tsukuyomi. I wanted to cast everyone in the world into a beautiful illusion—a dream world where Rin was still alive."
Kakashi's eyes widened in disbelief. His pupils shrank as he stared at Obito.
Was he serious?
This was sheer madness. Relying on a massive illusion to bring someone back? It was absurd. Just when Kakashi was about to open his mouth to protest, Obito continued—this time, with a bitter smile that made Kakashi pause.
"But later… I realized that the Infinite Tsukuyomi was nothing more than a lie. We were being used."
Kakashi slowly exhaled the breath he hadn't realized he was holding. The tension in his shoulders eased slightly, and he looked at Obito with renewed curiosity.
"We?" he asked. "There were others involved?"
Obito nodded. "Yes. It was Uchiha Madara who told me about it. He was the one who saved me."
Kakashi's jaw dropped. "Uchiha Madara?! The same Madara who co-founded Konoha with the First Hokage? The one who turned against the village and was supposedly killed decades ago?"
Obito nodded again, his expression solemn. "Yes. The very same. Turns out he wasn't dead. He survived until the Third Great Ninja War… and that's when he saved me."
Kakashi was silent for a long moment, trying to process what he had just heard.
Obito's voice took on a tinge of regret. "Madara spent decades preparing for the Infinite Tsukuyomi, but in the end, even he was just a pawn. He used me to bring himself back, but he didn't realize that he too was being used by someone else."
Obito's eyes darkened as he recalled that shadowy figure: Black Zetsu.
If it hadn't been for Peter revealing the truth to him, Obito might still have been dancing to someone else's tune, blindly pushing forward the so-called "Moon's Eye Plan."
He thought back to those early days—how Black Zetsu had first manipulated both him and Madara, spinning lies and controlling the game from the shadows.
Later, Black Zetsu had even lured him into a shady business scheme. He promised Obito quick profits and glory. But the moment the venture began generating real money, Black Zetsu showed his true colors—kicking Obito out like a discarded tool.
Worse still, Black Zetsu publicly humiliated him.
He called Obito a petty thief, a parasite who leached off others' success. He said Obito brought shame to anyone associated with him.
The hypocrisy was maddening.
Obito could never forget—it was Black Zetsu who came up with the whole "Ninja Thief" plan in the first place. He was the one who personally recruited Obito into the organization.
Remembering that betrayal, Obito felt his blood pressure spike. If Peter hadn't helped him calm down, he might have had a stroke from sheer rage.
Since then, Obito had been keeping tabs on every move Black Zetsu made.
But he wasn't in a hurry for revenge. No—Peter taught him something valuable:
> "When you strike, make it count. Lay low until the perfect moment. Then blow them away."
That saying stuck with Obito. Peter had a better way to describe it: "If you don't make a sound, you'll be amazing."
So Obito waited, patiently watching the value of Black Zetsu's company grow.
And when the time came, he struck with fury.
One afternoon, while Black Zetsu's hired thugs were away collecting debts, Obito and Shisui infiltrated the company headquarters.
The place was crawling with White Zetsu clones, but they were all weaklings with no real combat skills. They couldn't stop the two avengers at all.
Obito and Shisui made quick work of them.
In a matter of minutes, Obito had transferred all the company's money into his Kamui dimension. Every single coin.
Then, for good measure, he summoned his Susanoo for the first time and flattened the building Black Zetsu had spent years building.
Standing amid the ruins, Black Zetsu fell to his knees, wailing in disbelief.
From inside the glowing, armored form of Susanoo, Obito laughed and shouted:
"Haha! Times change! Don't look down on the poor and desperate!"
With that, he and Shisui rode away on Susanoo, crushing a few dazed White Zetsu underfoot as they left.
Black Zetsu remained kneeling on the ground, a broken man watching his enemies vanish into the horizon.
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Back in the present, Kakashi asked the one question still haunting him.
"If Infinite Tsukuyomi was a lie… is there any real way to bring Rin back?"
Obito nodded, his tone turning serious again. "I met a mysterious man—Peter. He said he could resurrect someone… for 80 billion."
Kakashi nearly choked on his breath.
"E-eighty billion?! Are you serious?!"
Obito gave a helpless shrug. "I know. It's outrageous. But for some reason, I feel like Peter's the real deal. He just really, really wants money. My gut tells me he knows cheaper ways to resurrect someone, but he's holding back because he's greedy."
Kakashi rubbed his temples. The number alone was enough to make anyone dizzy. But a part of him believed Obito.
Obito continued, "I figure that if I pay him 20 billion upfront, he'll at least be willing to talk. Maybe then I can get a discount or a better deal."
Kakashi fell silent, deep in thought. Despite the insane cost, this was a chance he couldn't ignore.
Finally, he reached into his cloak and pulled out a scroll, setting it carefully on the table.
"This is everything I've saved over the years."
Obito didn't hesitate. He took the scroll and stored it safely in his Kamui space. Then he stood up.
"The time for reminiscing is over," he said. "Let's go make some money."
He placed a hand on Kakashi's shoulder. Space rippled around them, and in a blink, the two vanished into thin air.
A nearby waiter, watching the scene, gasped loudly and dropped his tray.
He blinked and rubbed his eyes, then looked again—but the table was empty.
"Wha… What the hell? Did they vanish into thin air?" he stammered.
He looked around wildly. "Boss! Some drunks just disappeared!"
The owner came rushing over, holding a wooden club. "Where? Who disappeared?!"
"They ran out without paying!" the waiter wailed.
The boss's face twisted in rage. "You idiot! You let them escape?! The cost of that wine's coming out of your wages!"
The owner stormed off, muttering curses under his breath.
The waiter stood there, frozen, as if the world had collapsed around him.
"Damn it!" he screamed. "Only orphans would dine and dash! I hope their whole family goes bankrupt!"
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Land of the Uchiha Clan
In a hidden base under the ruins of the Uchiha compound, Obito introduced Kakashi to their newest partner.
"Shisui, meet Hatake Kakashi—our new partner in crime. I mean… business partner."
Shisui gave a respectful nod. "Kakashi-senpai, I've heard a lot about you."
Kakashi shook his hand. "Likewise, Shunshin no Shisui. Your reputation precedes you."
After exchanging pleasantries, Shisui turned to Obito with a gleam in his eye.
"So, senpai, where are we going to strike it rich this time?"
Kakashi looked at Obito curiously too. He was finally starting to understand Obito's strange new lifestyle.
Obito grinned. "Big news. According to reliable intel, the Fourth Kazekage, Rasa, recently discovered a massive gold mine in the Land of Wind."
Shisui's eyes lit up. "A gold mine?! Jackpot! With that, we'll be filthy rich!"
Obito nodded. "And there's more. Rasa has a unique ability—he can refine gold sand into pure gold. If we capture him, we'll have a never-ending gold source."
Shisui's breathing quickened with excitement. "I'm rich… I'm rich!"
Meanwhile, Kakashi could only gape at the two like a villager seeing a television for the first time.
Was this really what his life had become?
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