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The next moment, the masked man let out a low chuckle. Then his entire body began to fade, gradually disappearing from sight.
Kamui.
Uchiha Haru recognized it instantly. This was Uchiha Obito's Mangekyō Sharingan technique—Kamui, the space-time ninjutsu capable of transporting objects and people into a separate dimension. It could be used to phase through physical attacks, pass through barriers, or instantly relocate.
It was an extremely advanced and deadly ninjutsu.
Just then, a swirling vortex formed behind Haru. The masked man emerged silently, his presence like a shadow—silent and lethal. A kunai gleamed in his hand as he thrust it forward with deadly intent.
From start to finish, Haru seemed completely unaware.
The kunai stabbed straight into him.
But the burst of blood never came.
The figure of Haru shattered like a fragile illusion—dispersing with a soft pop.
A clone?!
Obito's eye narrowed behind the mask. His Sharingan hadn't detected it at all.
This kid… No wonder he could kill Kurosuki Raiga—one of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen. He's dangerous.
But before the masked man could react further, his body stiffened. A chilling sensation crawled up his spine. A powerful sense of crisis surged—intense and undeniable.
Kamui!
Obito's Sharingan flared as he instantly activated the Mangekyō technique again. A vortex spun into existence, his body rapidly turning intangible.
At the same time, he twisted his torso and looked behind him.
There—Haru!
He'd used the clone to distract and bait him, then circled into the masked man's blind spot. Everything was a trap from the beginning: the clone, the feigned ignorance, the delayed ambush. And now came the kill.
The timing, the positioning, the calculation—it was all perfect.
Shit!
Obito cursed internally. He had underestimated the boy.
Haru's kunai fell like lightning—fast, precise, brutal.
Since unlocking the Mangekyō Sharingan and combining it with his Otsutsuki-enhanced physique and mastery over Wood Release, Haru had already surpassed the realm of ordinary Kage-level shinobi.
Even without resorting to Wood Release or his Sharingan, his base physical prowess—enhanced by his unique bloodline—was terrifying. His taijutsu alone was deadly.
And in that moment, Obito wasn't fast enough.
The Kamui phasing was still in progress, his body not fully intangible.
Hissss—!
A burst of blood sprayed into the air like a slashed blossom.
Obito grunted in pain as the kunai slashed across his arm, cutting deep through the sleeve. But he completed the phase just in time to avoid a fatal blow, and disappeared into the swirling void.
When he reappeared, he was several meters away—wounded, but alive.
The torn sleeve revealed several blood-streaked wounds—precisely where Haru's kunai had struck.
This time, the masked man stared at Haru with newfound respect—no longer underestimating him.
"You've been hiding well," Obito said with narrowed eyes. "I didn't expect someone like you to reach this level."
"Your taijutsu alone rivals most Kage. For someone from the Uchiha clan to rely so heavily on physical combat… ha, interesting."
Although his voice was light, there was no ease in his tone. No amusement.
Because internally—he was rattled.
He had encountered countless prodigies in his time. Genius shinobi from every corner of the world. Some with explosive ninjutsu, others with unorthodox jutsu, terrifying kekkei genkai…
But Uchiha Haru was different.
The way he moved, reacted—it was not textbook. It wasn't a product of polished training or refined technique.
It felt instinctual. As though his body didn't think—it simply moved.
There were no unnecessary motions. No discernible pattern. No hesitation.
In battle, Haru didn't seem to "perform" techniques—he became them.
That kind of unpredictability... was almost impossible to counter.
It was unnatural.
It was inhuman.
Haru, unfazed, stared coldly at Obito.
He'd wanted to stay low-profile. He had no intention of stirring the waters before the inevitable Uchiha Massacre.
But being followed, surveilled, and targeted—he couldn't tolerate it silently.
And if a little bloodshed could send a message? All the better.
For now, he still had cards to play—cards no one knew about.
His Mangekyō Sharingan, his Wood Release, and the Otsutsuki physique—the divine, immortal body.
Of the three, only his physical strength had been exposed—during the battle with Raiga. But even then, no one had guessed the truth behind it. Most chalked it up to extraordinary taijutsu.
And that was good.
Deception was a weapon. As long as his true abilities remained hidden, the advantage was his.
So today, he'd chosen to reveal only his physical strength again. Familiar, deceiving. Let them believe that was the extent of his power.
Let them remain blind to the rest.
And the result? Not disappointing.
The Otsutsuki physique—the body of a god.
Now that he'd stepped into the shadow-level ranks, his speed, endurance, regeneration, and durability had ascended to a realm most couldn't fathom.
Even Obito—armed with Mangekyō Sharingan and Kamui—had been caught off guard and wounded.
"Good," the masked man muttered. "Very good…"
He stared at Haru a moment longer, then activated Kamui again.
His body flickered, vanishing into the swirl of his personal dimension.
Not because he was afraid. But because he understood now—Haru wasn't someone he could just crush in a test of strength.
No, Haru's presence changed the equation.
His strength shifted the balance.
And a battle like this wouldn't go unnoticed. If he stayed longer, he'd be detected. His presence in Konoha would be exposed.
And that… that couldn't be allowed. Not yet.
So he retreated.
But it wasn't a loss.
Now, he knew—within the Uchiha clan lurked a Kage-level shinobi with monstrous physical capabilities.
That kind of threat needed planning. Strategy.
Because fighting Haru alone might be difficult.
But two against one?
And if two wasn't enough—what about four?
Obito's lips curled under the mask.
Unknown threats were the most dangerous.
Known threats?
They could be eliminated.
Once the masked man vanished, Haru stood in silence, senses still heightened. He scanned the area for chakra fluctuations, subtle shifts in the air.
Nothing.
The presence was gone.
He turned and began walking home.
He was confident that, after tonight, neither the masked man, nor Root, nor Zetsu would dare to tail him again so carelessly.
They'd learned their lesson.
And the clock ticked closer to that fateful night—the night the Uchiha would fall.
But until then, Uchiha Haru walked alone in the shadows.
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