"What now, Yorin?"
There it was again—that same sensation, that same space–time ninjutsu. The other side wasn't just passing by; they had locked onto them.
After confirming it, Uchiha Shisui turned to Uchiha Yorin.
"You hold here. I'll go take a look," Yorin said.
It could be a luring maneuver. Or it could be a chance to make a deal with Obito. That was how Yorin framed it in the end.
As he spoke, the dumb system seemed to freeze and spat out:
[Emergency Quest: Overwhelm the Uchiha!]
If he hadn't looked closely, Yorin would've thought the thing had crashed.
The same quest three times—just how much do you Senju hate the Uchiha?
Was this dumb system made by the Second Hokage?
…
He cursed the system in his head, then body-flickered out of sight.
Complain all you want—rewards still get taken.
If the same quest could be cleared three times, the same reward could be claimed three times too: chakra surging, spiking, exploding, one punch knocking that Ōtsutsuki out of the sky.
As he flashed forward, he thought:
"Where there's three, there's six. If the Uchiha have anything, it's geniuses to farm!
Once Sasuke's born, I'll rough him up.
Then I'll find time to rough up Clan Head Fugaku.
Dig up Uchiha Mitsuo and rough him up.
After I master Impure World Reincarnation, revive old man Madara and rough him up.
Revive Izuna and rough him up too…
Do that, my [Stamina] stat hits an unprecedented 21!
We've had so many Mangekyō holders through history.
Each one deserves the title of prodigy, yeah? Kekekeke…"
Picturing his chakra surging, detonating, rocketing past the Sage of Six Paths, Yorin grew so delighted he couldn't help letting out a very Uchiha cackle.
Uchiha Obito: "…"
Why is that guy laughing?
He paused.
The look in those eyes—yep, Uchiha-grade lunacy. And they were far enough from the luxury caravan.
Time for the pitch: invoke the name of Uchiha Madara, make the man kneel, and use him to advance the Infinite Tsukuyomi plan.
His former "big bro," now to be a junior—Obito even felt a little flutter.
Too bad that was never happening.
Uchiha Yorin had rebellion in his bones; if he wasn't the boss, he was itchy all over. No way he'd ever be someone else's underling.
So their opening exchange went like this—
"This old—"
"Yo, Obito. Still alive, huh?"
The world's most lovestruck man nearly choked on the spot at Yorin's sunny grin.
Damn it, my disguise is flawless! How did he see through me in an instant?!
Waves crashed inside him, but his face didn't show it.
That wasn't deep scheming—just the mask doing its job. Not even the Rinnegan, never mind the Sharingan, could read him. Perfect for posing and for hiding your expression when it goes to pieces.
"I don't know who you're talking about. Obito? Who's that? I am Uchiha Madara—your exalted forebear, the apex of the Sharingan, the Uchiha answer. This eye is proof!"
Obito, clearly rattled, threw his arm wide with theatrical flair and unveiled his Mangekyō Sharingan.
"Come on, man. You think I'm stupid? Having a Mangekyō makes you Madara? There's another Mangekyō back at the caravan—want me to call Shisui over?"
"And even then, it doesn't match.
Madara had an Eternal Mangekyō. His pattern included his brother Izuna's eye as well. Yours doesn't look like that at all."
"The secrets of the Sharingan aren't for a junior like you!"
He still didn't want to speak plainly.
Boring.
If he wouldn't talk straight, Yorin would answer in kind.
"Lol."
"?"
Obito blinked behind the mask. One clipped syllable—what did that mean? Then he figured it out.
"Kneel, pledge yourself to me now, and I'll grant you endless glory!"
"Classic."
"Or do you crave power more? The secrets of the Sharingan—the ultimate Uchiha arts—don't you want them?"
"Seethe."
"So, you won't discuss this properly? Hmph. Then I'll crush you with power and show you the gulf between us!"
"You see? You're mad already."
"F***!!!"
Obviously, he didn't mean throwing shuriken.
To a ninja innocent of future internet culture, this was the easiest bait in the world. A few clipped taunts and Obito was tilted.
He still wanted Yorin as his underling—but first he'd force him to his knees.
…
The ground shook.
An earthquake?
No—Obito unleashed Wood Release.
Spears of timber erupted in a forest of spikes, lunging to pierce Uchiha Yorin.
The sky trembled.
An illusion?
No—Obito's Kamui swept across the field.
Shuriken on elastic cords whirled as he darted at impossible angles, launching relentless attacks on Yorin.
Was the sun covered by clouds?
No—the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path was rising.
That monstrous divine tree husk, former vessel of the Ten-Tails, the most terrifying summoning in the world, clawed up from the earth, its bulk blotting out the heavens.
…
Power, speed, ninjutsu, chakra, summoning, Wood Release, Mangekyō Sharingan and Rinnegan…
Compared to Shisui, this Obito truly looked like an invincible Uchiha prodigy.
Sky and earth—everything seemed to rush Yorin, as if the whole world itself were his enemy.
Even Zetsu, the yin–yang-faced homunculus, couldn't help shouting:
"Isn't this a bit much, 'Madara'-sama?!"
"Shut up!"
Drunk on the joy of showing off, Obito snapped at Zetsu and poured everything into the fight. "Don't distract me with trifles. I'm focusing all I have on this battle!"
"…You say that like you're dominating, but you haven't won," White Zetsu griped inwardly. "Mangekyō plus Wood Release—two trump cards on one opponent—and you still haven't closed it out. Is your gameplay bugged?"