High above the shinobi world.
Far beyond the clouds, beyond the atmosphere, beyond even the reach of ordinary chakra creatures…
The moon hung in silence.
Its pale surface stretched endlessly beneath the darkness of space, barren and lifeless, covered in craters that had existed since an age no human history remembered.
The celestial body that had never once been disturbed by outside interference since the day it came into being suddenly changed.
A spiral-shaped distortion opened across the desolate lunar plain.
Space folded inward.
From that warped darkness, a single figure stepped out.
His foot touched the moon's surface.
White dust rose beneath his sandal, drifting slowly through the airless silence before settling again.
Obito Uchiha stood beneath the black sky, his cloak hanging still around him.
His newly awakened eyes reflected the distant world with a cold, unreadable light.
The shinobi world.
The land where everything had begun.
War.
Hatred.
Betrayal.
False hope.
And his reincarnation.
"…So that's how it looks from up here."
A small stone floated near his feet, disturbed by his arrival.
Obito lowered his gaze, then bent down and picked it up.
The stone rested in his palm, weightless and pale.
He tossed it lightly.
It rose, spinning slowly under the moon's weak gravity, then fell back into his hand.
Obito caught it without looking.
Again.
Up.
Down.
Catch.
For several seconds, he simply played with the stone, almost like a child killing time.
Then he rolled it between his fingers.
Crack.
The stone broke apart in his hand.
Fine dust scattered from his palm, drifting silently across the lunar ground.
Only then did Obito suddenly move.
He raised one hand and pinched his nose shut.
"…"
He stood like that for a few seconds.
Then he released his nose.
A faint smirk appeared on his face.
"Kidding."
"I can breathe in space."
The joke vanished from his expression almost as quickly as it appeared.
His gaze shifted toward the vast emptiness ahead.
"So this is where you've been hidden from the world all this time…"
His voice was calm, but something cold moved beneath it.
"But don't worry. The day you witness the sun again is near."
Obito paused for moment.
Then the corner of his mouth lifted slightly.
"Although… for you, it'll be more than just witnessing the sun."
"Kaguya Ōtsutsuki."
Obito ran a hand through his hair, smoothing it back. Then he slipped both hands into his pockets and began walking across the pale wasteland, heading in a certain direction.
A place that could be of use to him.
As for releasing Kaguya…
That could wait a little longer.
First, he had to deal with that NTR Ōtsutsuki bastard who tried to cuck Naruto in the anime.
....
At the same time…
Deep within the moon, inside a palace built in an ancient yet breathtakingly beautiful style…
A young boy slowly opened his eyes.
Or rather…
He turned his face toward the disturbance.
His eyes were not his own.
They were pale artificial eyeballs set into empty sockets, crude imitations created only to let him perceive the world in a limited way.
The still-young Toneri Ōtsutsuki sat upon a striking throne, his face calm and cold.
He had not yet fully grown into the arrogant, merciless descendant of Hamura who would appear years later.
But even now, his pride as an Ōtsutsuki had already been carved into his bones.
The moon was his domain.
This palace was his territory.
And someone had stepped into it without permission.
Around him, dozens of puppets stood in silence.
Their bodies were carved from ancient material, their joints marked with delicate patterns, their hollow faces showing no emotion at all.
Toneri raised one hand.
"The intruder has entered from the surface."
His voice was young, but cold.
"Bring him before me alive."
The puppets lowered their heads.
Toneri's expression did not change as he maintained the aura of someone born above others.
"If he resists…"
"Break his limbs first."
The order had barely left his mouth.
Then...
BOOOOOOM!
The entire palace shook.
The massive front gate, carved from stone that had endured for countless years, was blasted inward as if it had been kicked open by a Tailed Beast.
Fragments of white stone flew through the hall.
Dust and smoke rolled in like a wave.
The puppets instantly turned toward the entrance.
Toneri's expression finally shifted.
A shadow appeared within the smoke, slowly lowering the leg that had kicked the gate in.
Obito Uchiha stepped through the shattered entrance with both hands still in his pockets.
His white hair caught the pale glow of the palace.
And his strange, divine eyes looked directly at Toneri.
A smile appeared on Obito's face.
"Yo…"
His voice echoed through the hall.
"NTR-kun."
For some unknown reason Toneri couldn't quite understand, hearing those words made him feel strangely uncomfortable.
It was instinctive.
As if someone had exposed a shameful hobby even he himself didn't know he had.
His expression turned cold.
He did not understand the title.
But that did not mean he failed to catch the mockery buried inside it.
The puppets reacted immediately.
Their bodies blurred forward, weapons forming from chakra as they rushed toward the intruder from every direction.
Obito didn't even look at them.
Click.
"I'm in a hurry, so I'll make this quick."
The moment those words fell…
All the puppets exploded.
Their bodies simply burst apart in place, as if the very rule that allowed them to exist had been locked away and erased.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
One after another, the puppets vanished in bursts of shattered fragments and pale smoke.
Toneri's artificial eyes widened.
But that was not the only thing he had to worry about.
Before he could react—
An invisible pressure seized his throat.
His body was pulled forward violently.
The distance between them disappeared in an instant.
By the time Toneri understood what was happening, Obito's hand had already closed around his neck.
"Gah—!"
Toneri's feet left the ground.
His hands grabbed Obito's wrist, but it was useless.
The strength holding him was not something he could resist.
Obito looked at him with mild disappointment.
"NTR-kun, is this all you have?"
Toneri struggled, his face twisting as chakra surged from his body.
"You… who are you…?"
Obito tilted his head slightly, then answered with complete confidence.
"NTR Police."
Toneri's expression changed once again at those words he could not understand.
But Obito had no interest in continuing the conversation.
He had come here for one reason.
And it was not to explain himself.
A dark distortion opened behind Obito.
The shape of a coffin appeared in the void.
Its surface was covered in strange red markings that pulsed like living veins.
Toneri felt it.
That immense sensation of…
Death.
No.
Something worse than death.
His artificial eyes trembled.
For the first time, the young Ōtsutsuki felt true fear.
"Wait—"
A pity.
Toneri did not even have the luxury of finishing his words before reaching out his hand, like so many others had before him…
And like many more surely would in the future.
After dealing with that minor inconvenience, Obito slipped his hands back into his pockets and walked forward.
"Now then…"
"Let's see the real thing worth looking forward to."
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The sound of footsteps came to a halt as Obito finally stood before the greatest treasure of the moon's Ōtsutsuki clan.
The Giant Tenseigan.
Obito stood there for several seconds, staring up at it with mild curiosity.
After all, this thing really had left an impression on him in the anime.
"Not bad."
"This thing really does have some weight to it."
Obito gave a genuine compliment and walked closer.
"With this much energy stored inside it, no wonder Toneri could move the moon in the future."
"Countless Byakugan fused together… then refined for generations until they became something close to a divine core."
"The Hyūga would probably cry blood if they knew what their distant relatives did up here."
With those words, he stopped beneath the Giant Tenseigan.
"Though I suppose they spent generations nurturing something, only for it to be taken by someone else in the end…"
Obito's smile turned faintly amused.
"Fate really does play dirty."
Although his words sounded as if he were sympathizing with them, his actions were anything but.
"Devouring Coffin."
The black coffin surfaced once again, opening its bottomless maw toward the gigantic eye filled with power.
In the span of a few breaths, everything was over.
The Giant Tenseigan vanished completely.
Obito stood in place, quietly feeling the changes within himself.
A tingling sensation came from his eyes.
Then his pupils began to change again.
This time, even without consciously activating them, Obito finally lost his ordinary eyes forever.
"So what is this…?"
He touched the corner of his eye, his expression turning speechless.
"Have I become like those Saiyans in Dragon Ball? Except instead of changing hair, I keep changing eyes?"
Obito couldn't help but complain at his ever-changing eyes.
And somehow, he had a feeling there would be even more changes in the future.
"Sigh…"
"Nevertheless, this was worth the trip."
After sorting through his memories, Obito confirmed that aside from Toneri and the Giant Tenseigan, there was really nothing else worth taking here.
Which meant the plan to rescue Kaguya should be placed on the agenda now.
"Let's go meet Black Zetsu's mommy."
Obito's smile slowly widened.
Then he turned toward one direction, tilting his head while maintaining that same lazy posture.
"You've been watching long enough, haven't you?"
"I was wondering how long it would take you to show yourself…"
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"But even when I left that opening on purpose just now, you still didn't have the guts to make a move."
"How pathetic."
"Sigh…"
A faint sigh echoed through the silent space, carrying the exhaustion of countless years.
Then a pale light appeared before him.
Soon, that light spread outward, forming a humanoid silhouette.
Short brown hair.
A short beard.
Two horns extending from his head.
A long robe marked with magatama patterns.
A staff floating beside him.
And eyes that carried both the depth of the Rinnegan and an ancient sorrow, as if they had watched the shinobi world suffer for far too long.
The Sage of Six Paths.
Hagoromo Ōtsutsuki.
"You have mistaken my intentions, young man."
Hagoromo spoke in the tone of an old grandfather, eyeing Obito with a complicated look.
"I did not come here to fight you."
His gaze rested on Obito's eyes, then on the place where the Giant Tenseigan had once been.
"And now, even if I had come here with such intent…"
Hagoromo's voice grew quieter.
"You carry power great enough to ignore almost anything I could do."
Obito's lips curved.
He was amused by the appearance of this old man, who seemed to know what he had done…
And what he was going to do.
"So you know."
"How long has your old ass been watching me?"
"For quite a while now…"
Hagoromo's voice was calm, but his gaze carried a weight that had crossed countless years.
"Ever since you became involved with the reincarnation of my son… Madara Uchiha."
He looked at Obito closely.
"You are not… Obito anymore, are you?"
The old sage's expression remained complicated.
"I have been curious for a long time about what brought this change upon you. Although I do have some guesses."
"Hooo? Guesses, you say?"
Obito's eyes sharpened, a cold light flashing through them.
"Let's hear them before I end you."
He spread his hands widely, gesturing for Hagoromo to continue.
The Sage of Six Paths' old face twitched with faint embarrassment.
But he still spoke.
After all, the child before him—young in appearance though he was—had already reached a point where Hagoromo could no longer interfere casually.
At first, he had intended to stop Obito when he decided to devour the Ten-Tails.
But who would have thought this boy could gain so much power without the Ten-Tails at all?
By the time Hagoromo realized it, the situation had already slipped beyond his grasp.
"Well, young man…"
Hagoromo slowly opened his mouth.
"As far as I can guess, you should be from the same place as my mother, correct?"
"The Ōtsutsuki clan."
"My mother possessed strange methods of transferring consciousness into another body. Because of that, I cannot deny the possibility that you may have done something similar."
His gaze lowered slightly.
"And your ability to devour things only makes that guess easier."
"So…"
"You are not really Obito anymore, are you?"
Hagoromo paused.
"Or perhaps I should say… you were never Obito from the very beginning."
Clap. Clap. Clap.
"Impressive."
Obito clapped his hands slowly, his expression carrying genuine amusement.
"I have to say, old geezer, you do have a sharp mind."
"It seems living for so long actually did something good for you after all, huh?"
Hagoromo did not reply to the young man's mischievous words.
What he wanted to know was something else.
"Young man…"
"I do not care who you are, or what you are."
His voice deepened.
"What I want to know is your reason for unsealing my mother."
"Do you intend to do the same to her as you did to the others?"
"Or is it something else?"
Hagoromo's gaze became solemn.
"She is not merely a mother waiting to be rescued."
"She is the origin of chakra's calamity in this world."
Obito chuckled softly.
"I know enough."
"Kaguya Ōtsutsuki. The chakra fruit. The beginning of every curse this world inherited."
His eyes clicked faintly.
"But here's the thing, old man…"
"I didn't come here to ask for permission."
Hagoromo looked at the young Uchiha before him.
That's not right...
Calling him only an Uchiha was no longer accurate.
The existence standing in front of him had already become something twisted and unnatural.
A being of such caliber that Hagoromo could no longer see through him…or hope to stop him.
That much was already clear to him.
But the Sage of Six Paths was still worried about one thing above all else.
"Then take this as the dying wish of an old man."
Hagoromo's voice grew quieter.
"Tell me one thing."
"What do you intend to do with this shinobi world?"
"That is the only answer I wish to know."
Then, under Obito's slightly unexpected gaze…
Hagoromo actually bowed his head.
Obito looked at the old man seriously for the first time.
This man had watched over the shinobi world for thousands of years.
Obito knew it clearly.
If he answered with something like "destroy the world" or "cast the Infinite Tsukuyomi," then this humble old man would no longer care about the gap in strength.
He would do everything possible to stop him.
No matter what.
The being who had once stood at the beginning of ninjutsu…
Divided the Ten-Tails.
Spread chakra.
Created the foundation of the shinobi world.
Watched over the reincarnations of his sons for countless generations…was now bowing to him.
Not because he feared death.
But because he truly had nothing left except concern for the world he had failed to guide.
"Hagoromo Ōtsutsuki…"
Obito's voice echoed through the silent chamber.
"You really are different from those rotten old men down there."
He placed one hand on his waist and tilted his head slightly.
"Most people who live too long either become arrogant, go insane, or start thinking the world belongs to them."
"But you…"
"You watched your own legacy turn into war."
"Watched your sons kill each other through generation after generation."
"Watched your mother's shadow crawl beneath the earth."
"And even after all that, you still haven't completely given up hope for this world."
Obito's smile returned.
But this time, it carried a trace of genuine appreciation.
"That's a will I'm willing to acknowledge."
Then he spread his hands lazily.
"Fine. So be it."
"You want to know what I'll do with the shinobi world?"
"Then hear it loud and clear…"
Obito's eyes gleamed.
"This ninja world…"
"…is my playground."
Hagoromo's gaze changed slightly.
But Obito continued before he could speak.
"And because it's my playground, I won't let anyone ruin it anytime soon."
"Not the Ōtsutsuki."
"And... neither Kaguya."
Obito placed both hands back into his pockets after he finished speaking.
Hagoromo's eyes widened in astonishment.
Then, a quiet chuckle escaped him.
His expression carried a strange sense of relief as he slowly stroked his beard.
"I see…"
His face softened.
"So that is how it is."
Obito frowned, not understanding what this old bastard was suddenly getting at.
Had he misunderstood something?
"What?"
Hagoromo looked at him with an almost grandfatherly expression.
"You speak as though you see the world as a toy… and yet, you still call it something worth protecting."
Obito's eyebrow twitched.
"Don't twist my words, old man."
Hagoromo chuckled again.
"Perhaps you have changed more than you realize."
His gaze became oddly meaningful.
"Maybe the women around you have softened your heart more than you would ever admit."
The chamber went dead silent.
Obito's face darkened.
His voice dropped dangerously low.
"…Old man."
"Did you spy on me when I was with them?"
A cold pressure filled the air.
The palace itself trembled faintly under it, as if the moon beneath them had been struck by an invisible hand.
"Answer carefully."
Hagoromo blinked, then immediately raised both hands.
"I do not have that hobby."
His expression remained calm, but there was a faint trace of embarrassment on his ancient face.
"I am far too old for such things."
"Too old?"
Obito's smile turned colder.
In his mind, this old bastard had already been thrown into the same category as Hiruzen Sarutobi.
"That sounds exactly like something a suspicious old pervert would say."
"I am not lying."
Obito's eyes narrowed.
"Only the dead can give me honest answers now."
The moment those words fell, darkness rippled behind Obito.
The Devouring Coffin appeared once more.
Its surface pulsed with crimson markings, and the black mouth of the coffin slowly opened, as if ready to engulf the Sage of Six Paths whole.
But surprisingly, Hagoromo Ōtsutsuki made no move to evade.
He did not resist either.
Obito's expression shifted again.
At this point, even he had forgotten how many times he had been surprised today.
"Hm?"
The darkness spread around Hagoromo's spiritual body, but the old Sage only closed his eyes.
"You're not resisting?"
Hagoromo's voice remained calm.
"I have lingered for far too long."
"My duty should have ended long ago. Yet I remained, unable to let go of the world I helped shape."
"If you are truly willing to protect this world in your own way, then perhaps…"
A faint smile appeared on the old Sage's face.
"…I can finally rest."
Obito looked at him for a moment, then sighed.
"Any last words?"
Hagoromo opened his eyes again.
"Obito Uchiha…"
His voice carried the weight of regret, worry, and the failure he could never fully leave behind.
"I have one final request."
"End the cycle of hatred between my children."
"Asura and Indra have fought for far too long. Their will, their resentment, their misunderstandings… all of it has been inherited by generation after generation."
"Hashirama and Madara."
"Naruto and Sasuke."
"And countless others whose lives were bent by the conflict that began with my failure as a father."
"Fine. I'll do it."
Obito suddenly interrupted him midway.
His answer came so quickly, so eagerly, that even Hagoromo's expression became slightly suspicious.
Obito's smile returned, wide and wicked.
"Isn't it obvious?"
"I'm their stepdad, after all."
Then, before it fully closed, Obito added one more sentence.
A sentence that nearly made even the Sage of Six Paths want to curse him in anger.
"And yours too."
"So don't worry. Go in peace."
"Your mother and your children will be plenty happy."
"…"
Hagoromo fell silent.
The ancient Sage, who had watched the rise and fall of countless generations, actually looked as if he had been struck speechless.
"…Mother."
His anger finally settled into something closer to exhaustion.
His voice was barely a whisper.
"What has fate brought to your prison?"
With that unanswered question, the Sage of Six Paths finally received the rest he had long deserved.
The darkness closed.
The Devouring Coffin swallowed Hagoromo's spiritual body completely.
A moment later, Obito clapped his hands.
The coffin dissolved into black ripples and sank back into his body.
Only then did Obito hurriedly take out the item condensed from the power of the Six Paths and gulp it down without hesitation.
After that, he stood silently for a while, carefully combing through the memories and traces left behind.
Only after confirming everything did he finally let out a breath of relief.
"So he really wasn't lying about it."
Obito's expression turned complicated.
To be honest, the thought that someone might have been watching him in 4K while he was doing that kind of stuff had genuinely made him uncomfortable.
It seemed he should be glad.
At the very least, the Sage of Six Paths still had some decent character.
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