Obito looked over the pools of blood on the ground, then turned his gaze to the gaping wound in your chest pierced through by Wood Style. Finally, he stared directly into your eyes, his expression blank—as if he were trying to extract a reasonable explanation from your silence.
You didn't say a word.
That silence seemed to enrage him. Obito raised his foot and brutally kicked the hole in your chest. At first, you managed to grit your teeth and endure through sheer willpower.
But Obito, a Kage-level shinobi with a White Zetsu-enhanced body, possessed Strength far beyond your imagination. With a single kick, he sent you flying into the side of a nearby stone platform, smashing a crater into it. Blood spurted violently from your mouth.
Then, with a single leap, Obito caught your body just before it could fall into the bottomless chasm between the cracks in the stone. He lifted you high, then slammed your back hard into the ground.
Blood gushed uncontrollably from your mouth and nose. It didn't spurt as fiercely as before, but now it was laced with fragments of your shattered internal organs...
Just two strikes—your bones and organs completely crushed. Consciousness teetered at the edge of death.
Obito loomed over you. No... not over you—he was staring into your Sharingan, which had begun to spin involuntarily, slowly.
You saw the hope in his lone eye almost dripping like water.
You realized—he was trying to replicate the conditions under which he awakened his own Sharingan.
So, you played along. With your last ounce of strength, you spoke, saying the blood on the ground was from your attempt to crawl your way out of this place...
Obito's gaze softened at your words. He then asked if you could see the future.
You nodded, and asked how he knew.
But that simple question seemed to touch a nerve. A slap lashed across your face. With your bones crushed and organs shattered, there was no way to dodge.
A roaring rang out in your right ear, your skull trembled from the impact, your vision went black—and your head slumped to the side as you passed out...
...
Suddenly, a wave of icy pain jolted your body awake. A bucket of salt water had been poured over you.
What followed was the agonizing sting of salt eating away at your wounds. But compared to the pain in your heart—it was nothing.
Obito pulled a human head from a cloth bag and showed it to you, saying he learned the truth from its memories.
That head—was none other than Uchiha Setsuna.
He tossed it to the ground.
Then stomped it to pieces.
Your heart felt like it was being torn apart. Your first instinct was to shut your eyes, but Obito was faster. He grabbed your eyelids and forced them open, making you watch—forcing you to witness Setsuna's weathered, tired face, still carrying a sliver of hope, being crushed inch by inch before your eyes.
Rage and a burning need for vengeance filled your soul. Your Sharingan spun violently, the twin tomoe whirling into a blur. A stream of blood-tears ran down your cheek.
Obito finally nodded.
But he still wasn't satisfied.
He laid the black cloth bag flat, reached in, and dragged out another figure by the hair—a one-eyed old woman, limbs bound tight, still barely clinging to life.
It was Granny Yukina—the head of the orphanage who had cared for you since you were a child.
Without hesitation, Obito pulled out a small knife. Starting from her limbs, he began to peel her alive.
And he made sure you watched every second.
You had always known the Uchiha Clan Massacre was inevitable. That all your kin would die at the hands of Obito and Uchiha Itachi.
But the two people he chose to torture and desecrate in front of you—
One was a man who treated you like family after knowing you for less than a day, who taught you selflessly like a mentor and a father.
The other was the one who had raised you since childhood, who understood you better than anyone. No blood relation, but you saw her as a grandmother.
And Obito didn't even grant them a swift death. He defiled and murdered them in front of you—just to verify the memory he'd extracted from Uchiha Setsuna, that you might possess the ability to foresee the future.
Maybe, once upon a time, Obito had been innocent and kind.
But the masked man standing before you now had become a monster who would do anything for his goals—who took pleasure in slaughter and cruelty.
Some might forgive him.
But you weren't Kakashi.
You weren't Rin.
You weren't the self-righteous heir to some noble ideology.
You were just another Uchiha, one more victim of the clan's massacre.
And your only feeling toward this beast in human skin was a hatred that screamed for blood—for flesh—for soul!
But you knew… now wasn't the time to act.
You had to endure.
Enough!!!
You roared. Your fury and guilt, fused with your thirst for vengeance, reached a breaking point. Blood shot from your eye as your Sharingan spun faster and faster—until the twin tomoe nearly formed a solid black ring.
You shouted at Obito: if he really wanted to know the future, then at least give Granny Yukina a swift death!
To stop him from tormenting her further, you practically screamed, vomiting up blood and bits of your shattered insides as you hurled every insult you could at him: that he'd murdered his master and loved ones, let someone plant a curse on his heart, and didn't even dare to resist—that he was nothing but a bootlicking, green-haired turtle.
Enough!!!
Obito brought the blade down and ended Yukina's suffering in a flash.
Then, with a burst of speed, he was at your side, trembling hand clenching your throat.
But you just smiled.
While your Sharingan still spun, you said: not only could you see the future—you could also see the past.
And if he wanted to break free of his fate as Uchiha Madara's loyal dog, he'd have to listen to you.
Right, Obito?
The moment you spoke his name, Obito froze. His limbs gave out, and he dropped you to the ground, stumbling back several steps, eyes wide with fear—and... excitement.
Excitement that quickly turned to reverence.
His attitude shifted instantly. He stripped the white mass of Zetsu from his body and ordered it to begin treating your wounds. Then, gently, he whispered:
As long as you could help him regain his freedom, break the curse mark Madara placed on his heart, then you would be the most important partner in the Eye of the Moon Plan. Once it was complete, the two of you would create a world with Rin, Uchiha Setsuna, and Granny Yukina in it.
You stared at this version of Obito and knew it clearly—
He had only been deceived because you struck while his emotions were unstable and his mind disoriented.
The moment he calmed down, he would start picking apart the holes in your lies.
You had to eliminate him now—while the opportunity remained!
So, you gradually let your hostility fade from your face, and instead, you asked him:
What exactly is the Eye of the Moon Plan? Could it really bring the dead back to life?
A question meant to further lower his guard.
Obito, stirred by emotion, didn't suspect a thing. Instead, he cast Genjutsu and pulled you into a shared illusion space—just like Uchiha Madara had once shown him the Eye of the Moon Plan within Tsukuyomi.
For Obito to wield such an advanced genjutsu didn't surprise you.
After all, if Madara could use the true Tsukuyomi, it was only natural for his student—especially one capable of Limited Tsukuyomi—to perform this weakened version of the Kekkei Genkai.
Seeing you fully engrossed by the plan, Obito finally asked the question he cared about most:
How could he remove the curse mark on his heart?
Expressionless, you replied:
Only Uchiha Madara himself could undo that seal. No one else—not even if the entire Uzumaki clan rose from the dead—could remove it.
Just as Obito's expression began to darken, you calmly added:
If Madara died completely, there would be no one left in this world who could trigger the curse mark. That would effectively nullify it.
Then, you told him something true—and something false.
You recited, word for word, the truth: that Uchiha Madara would be revived through Nagato's Rinnegan.
And then came the lie: you claimed your eye, which could observe both past and future, had seen that Madara's chakra had already reincarnated.
If he could be killed before his memories awakened—if the reincarnated vessel were sealed and destroyed—then even if Madara were revived with the Rinnegan, he'd be nothing more than a chakra-less husk.
As for the identity of Madara's reincarnation—
It wasn't you.
It wasn't Obito.
It wasn't even Uchiha Itachi...
So the only answer was: Sasuke must die.
And the power capable of truly killing Sasuke?
That lay in his older brother's hands—Uchiha Itachi, wielder of the legendary Totsuka Blade.
With that blade, Sasuke could be utterly and completely destroyed.
As you wove your tale—nine parts lies, one part truth—your logic flawless, your thoughts jumping from point to point with eerie precision...
Obito believed you more and more.
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