"Big Ball Rasengan!"
The massive chakra sphere slammed directly into Doto's face.
A transparent chakra shield flared to life from his armor, repelling the attack like an invisible barrier.
"Haha! I told you, ninjutsu is useless against me!"
Kazahana Doto laughed wildly.
Click…
A small cracking sound cut his laughter short.
He froze. A fracture appeared across the yin-yang fish pattern on his armor's goggles.
"What…?"
His eyes widened.
Then bang! the goggles shattered into pieces. The transparent shield flickered and vanished instantly.
Obito tilted his head.
"Why did you have to say that, dude…? Isn't that just setting up a red flag?"
"Red… flag?" Doto started, confused. He didn't even have time to ask what that meant—
The Big Ball Rasengan was about to crush him.
Then, suddenly, the spinning blue sphere dissolved in Obito's hand.
"Huh?" Doto blinked in disbelief, his heart pounding… only for a fist the size of a cannonball to fill his vision.
BAM!
CRACK!
Obito's fist smashed into his face. His nose broke instantly, and he was sent flying.
BOOM!
He crashed through the wall like a ragdoll, smashing into the corridor outside and leaving rubble scattered everywhere.
Obito strolled over the debris, stepping lightly on broken tiles, until he stood above the fallen Doto.
In the rubble, Kazahana Doto lay motionless eyes rolled white, mouth open, drooling like a broken puppet.
"What kind of King did you say you wanted to be, Uncle…?"
Obito tilted his head, mimicking Kaido-sensei's swagger as he recalled the line he dropped after pounding Luffy with the Thunder Bagua.
"C'mon, say it now."
Obito stared down, lips curling in a cold snort.
"But you… you're not Luffy."
He paused, then continued flatly:
"You're just trash."
He gave Doto a casual kick.
"Your broken armor isn't very good."
He clicked his tongue, annoyed. This clown bragged about this junk so much…
Even a Big Ball Rasengan nearly broke it. He'd canceled it midway just to keep the guy alive a little longer.
If he'd gone full power, the fight would've been over too fast and way less fun.
Obito glanced at the armor with open disgust.
Maybe it's useful for a regular ninja… he thought. But me? Useless.
Amplify chakra? He already had an absurd amount of it. What could this thing add?
Defense? Please. He had the Mangekyō Sharingan, Flying Thunder God, and Susanoo. No one in the ninja world could even touch him if he didn't feel like it.
And above all…
Ugly.
"This thing has zero drip… Even Sung Jin-Woo wears invisible armor because ugly gear ruins the aura-farming aesthetic."
He shook his head.
What are these Land of Snow designers smoking? Their sense of style is in the negatives.
No matter how strong armor is, if it's hideous, it's a crime.
After all, being handsome is a lifelong commitment.
If it had looked like a cool heroic spirit outfit from Fate, he might've actually worn it for fun.
"Huh?"
Obito's eyes suddenly lit up.
Wait a second… that's it!
If he combined the technology of the Land of Snow's chakra armor with his own ideas, he could make a copycat version of heroic spirit outfits.
Since the Land of Snow would belong to him now anyway, why not take the fashion up a level?
Wasn't there a "Twelve Guardian Ninja" for the Daimyo?
He could create Twelve Heroic Spirit Guardians for the Land of Snow, armor that looked stylish, terrifying, and totally unnecessary but extremely cool.
The mental image alone made him grin. His inner chuunibyou was fully ignited.
It can't be helped… no matter how old a man gets, some dreams never die.
And when a man finds a new source of fun, the speed at which he acts on it is terrifying.
Obito immediately squatted down and started tugging at Kazahana Doto's armor.
"Uh… did he die?"
Koyuki Kazahana slowly walked up, her face a mix of joy and lingering fear. Her eyes were still slightly red as she stared at her fallen uncle.
"Not yet." Obito didn't even glance back, his tone flat.
"Don't worry. After dawn… it'll be his time to die."
"Hmm!"
Koyuki nodded firmly. A single tear slipped down her cheek, but she quickly wiped it away.
Then, without hesitation, she jumped onto Obito's back, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her cheek against his mask.
"Onii-san… thank you."
Onii-san?
Obito froze for a second. Huh?
…Then it hit him. He never actually told her his name.
A faint smile curved his lips.
"Oh, don't thank me. I already said, I want this country."
"From now on, you'll be the face of the Land of Snow, but in truth… you'll be my puppet. My tool to control this place from the shadows."
"Now… do you still want to thank me?"
Koyuki didn't hesitate. She only hugged him tighter, resting her face against the side of his mask.
"Thank you."
Obito paused for a moment, silently staring at the armor pieces in his hands.
Then, with a small grin, he continued dismantling the armor.
"…Well, you're welcome."
Time passed slowly.
Obito sat on a pile of rubble, calmly disassembling the broken armor.
Beside him, Koyuki sat on a rock, chin in her hands, watching him quietly.
Eventually, two figures descended from the ceiling and landed lightly in the corridor.
"All done?" Obito asked, without looking up from the armor.
"Yes," one replied. "All the Snow shinobi in the fortress have been eliminated."
"And the researchers?"
"Temporarily locked in the dungeon."
"Good."
Obito nodded, tossed aside the half-dismantled armor, and finally raised his head to look at the two women.
"So," he said, a mischievous glint in his Sharingan, "what do you think of this armor?"
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