Inside the Daimyo's mansion, the sudden outburst from Noble Son #3 caused the smile on Daimyo face to freeze.
He coughed twice.
"Cough, cough!"
The room fell silent.
"I'm an old man. And today, I'm in a good mood. I want to speak to my granddaughter and her husband first."
"Is there a problem?"
"Why are you in a rush, when I'm not?"
With the Daimyo's loud voice, the farce came to an end.
The Daimyo, Tsunade, and Uchiha Hikaru made their way toward the inner residence.
Meanwhile, across the sea, in the Hidden Mist Village of the Land of Water—
Inside the Mizukage's office…
A pale, spiral-faced White Zetsu phased out from the wall.
"Ohhh~ Uchiha Hikaru and Tsunade are in the Daimyo's mansion~"
"The plan can begin now!"
Yagura sat rigidly at his desk, his eyes blank and face expressionless.
A deep, calm voice emerged from behind him.
"You weren't seen, were you… ?"
Obito's form slowly appeared from the spiral distortion of space.
The White Zetsu——unraveled into a cloak-like layer that wrapped around Obito's limbs and torso.
Obito removed the tiger-striped mask from his face. In its place, a new spiral-patterned mask formed, centered around three Sharingan tomoe.
Two aligned with his vision; the last sat above his forehead—like a third eye.
"I'm the most elite White Zetsu. How could I be caught~?"
smug answer earned a cold smirk from Obito. With a flicker of space-time, both vanished from the office.
Moments later, several Mist ninja entered.
"Lord Mizukage! Our forces are assembled!"
"This is the perfect time to strike the Land of Fire—while the new Hokage is still consolidating power!"
"My Samehada is thirsty!"
The voice came from a large, brutish man with orange hair tied into buns, a twisted grin stretching across his vicious face.
A tall, voluptuous woman with long brown hair frowned.
"Lord Mizukage, are you really planning to go to war with Konoha now?"
"Tsunade's appointment may stir internal conflict over power, yes—but for the shinobi corps, her return has boosted morale."
Behind her, Ao nodded in agreement.
"She's right, Lord Mizukage. Launching an attack now is dangerous. The outcome is far from certain."
"Why don't we just—"
BANG!
Yagura slammed his staff into the ground, silencing them all.
"The bloodline clans' discontent is at its peak!"
"This war isn't just about carving a piece out of Konoha—it's about redirecting that anger outward!"
"This is an order!"
The command sealed the fate of many.
Mei Terumi clenched her fists tightly.
This damned Fourth Mizukage… How could he make such a reckless decision?!
Meanwhile, the brutish swordsman—Samehada swordsman—grinned.
He didn't care about politics or consequences. He wanted blood.
The last time he fought a Konoha Genin, the trauma had lingered far too long.
This time, he would turn that fear into pain—and unleash it tenfold on their comrades.
There was no way Konoha had another physical monster waiting for him… right?
By evening, the Mist's massive shinobi force set sail, launching a direct offensive toward the eastern coastline of the Land of Fire.
Obito and the Zetsu-possessed Ah Fei appeared in the coastal region ahead of the invasion.
From the earth before them, a strange figure emerged—half black, half white.
"Obito. Nagato supports your decision."
"He believes this is a prime chance to weaken Konoha's forces."
"All for the goal of collecting the Tailed Beasts."
"Kakuzu and Hidan will arrive tomorrow."
Obito looked down at Black Zetsu, a cold smile twisting beneath his mask.
"Oh~?"
"So Nagato wants the fire to burn hotter, does he…"
"That's convenient."
"But let's be honest. It's not about the plan—it's about revenge."
"His parents died by Konoha's hands… he's just dressing up vengeance in ideology."
Black Zetsu's face twitched.
You idiot.
You think this is about you?
If it weren't for Uchiha Hikaru, I'd let you play your little war games however you wanted.
But now, with three Mangekyō Sharingan awakened under Uchiha Hikaru's banner, your arrogance is suicidal!
And yet, he couldn't say any of that.
In his heart, he cursed.
Madara… why the hell did you choose this thick-headed brat?
On the surface, he kept smiling.
"Obito, don't forget. This is all for Madara-sama's Infinite Tsukuyomi."
"Don't let your emotions ruin the plan."
Obito stiffened—something had hit a nerve.
"Tch…!"
"You don't have to remind me."
"No one is more committed to the Infinite Tsukuyomi than I am!"
Without another word, Obito vanished into his Kamui dimension, taking Tobi with him.
But the sting from Black Zetsu's words lingered.
Within the darkness of Kamui's world, memories erupted—
That night.
The laughter.
The betrayal.
The wounds.
"What? You're not actually in love with me, are you?"
"Obito… Rin likes me."
"Seriously, look at yourself. You're not even half as handsome as Kakashi. Why would Rin like you?"
Uchiha Hikaru's mocking voice.
Kakashi's blunt honesty.
They echoed like knives.
"AAAAAAGGHHHH!!!"
Obito screamed, unleashing a storm of Wood Style inside Kamui.
Rocks shattered. Dust clouded the air.
He rampaged for minutes.
Eventually, silence returned.
The chaos subsided.
He stood in the debris, panting.
He activated Kamui again and emerged back on the coastal cliffs.
Far in the distance, through the mist, his Sharingan could already see the sails.
Dozens of Mist ships.
Hundreds of shinobi.
The hunger for destruction reignited in his chest.
Behind the mask, his face twisted into a mad grin.
"Konoha…"
"Hikaru…"
"Kakashi…"
"Kirigakure…"
"Rin…"
"This war… is for you."
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