Chapter 17 — Uchiha Obito: Yujiro, How Dare You Compete With Me for Rin!
"What now, Yujiro?"
That sensation again—that warped chakra, space being torn. This wasn't some random passerby. Whoever it was had locked onto them.
Shisui tightened his grip on his sword and glanced at Yujiro.
"You hold the convoy. I'll go check it out," Yujiro replied lazily.
It could be a diversion. It could also be an opportunity for negotiations. Either way, Yujiro moved with his usual calm.
The idiot system, as if glitching, pinged again:
[Emergency Quest: Crush the Uchiha!]
If Yujiro hadn't checked twice, he'd have thought the thing had crashed. The same mission—for the third time.
Just how much did the Senju hate the Uchiha? Was this damn system coded by Tobirama himself?
Yujiro cursed it out mentally, then vanished in a flicker. Trash system or not, rewards were rewards.
Same mission three times? That meant triple payouts. Chakra skyrocketing, stats breaking the ceiling—at this rate, he could punch an Ōtsutsuki straight out of the sky.
As he sped along, Yujiro's grin widened:
"Three runs means six. My clan might not lack for idiots, but we've got no shortage of geniuses.
Once Sasuke's born—I'll beat him up.
Then Fugaku, give him a good thrashing.
Dig up Uchiha Kagami, thrash him too.
Learn Edo Tensei, revive Madara, thrash him.
Revive Izuna, thrash him too…
Stack it all up, and my [Spirit] stat will hit a world-shattering 21 points!"
The thought of surpassing even the Sage of Six Paths had him bubbling over. He couldn't help it—an honest-to-god Uchiha-style maniacal laugh burst out of him, echoing across the mountains.
Obito: "..."
What the hell is he laughing at?
He stopped in his tracks. Yes, that aura—absolutely an Uchiha lunatic. And yes, far enough from the caravan now.
Time to strike. Under the guise of Madara, he'd reel Yujiro in, make him kneel, and enlist him for the Eye of the Moon Plan.
Once his elder brother figure, soon to be his junior underling—the thought left Obito with a strange little thrill.
Unfortunately… that was never going to happen.
Yujiro had rebellion carved into his bones. If he wasn't the one playing boss, he'd itch all over. Following anyone else was impossible.
Their first exchange of words went something like this—
Obito: "I am—"
Yujiro: "Yo, Obito. Still alive, huh?"
The sunny grin across Yujiro's face almost killed the "most devoted lover in shinobi history" on the spot.
What the hell?! My disguise is flawless! How did this bastard see through it in a single second?!
His heart raged like a storm, but his face betrayed nothing—thanks only to the mask hiding it.
Not even the Rinnegan could pierce through that mask. Perfect for flexing—and for hiding your face when your "serious expression management" completely collapses.
Obito spread his arms dramatically, voice heavy with fake gravitas:
"I don't know who this Obito you speak of is. I am Uchiha Madara—your great ancestor, the pinnacle of the Sharingan, the true answer of the Uchiha! This eye is proof!"
He punctuated the claim by flashing his Mangekyō, veins bulging with the effort of looking imposing.
Yujiro raised an eyebrow.
"Bruh. You serious? Just having a Mangekyō doesn't make you Madara. The convoy's got another Mangekyō user back there—you want me to call Shisui over to compare notes?
And even that aside… Madara's eyes were Eternal Mangekyō, thanks to his brother Izuna's transplant. Yours looks nothing like his. You trying to scam me?"
Obito's voice dropped low, desperate to maintain control.
"The secrets of the Sharingan are not for a mere junior like you to know!"
Yujiro frowned. "Oh, so we're doing that game, huh? Boring."
Then, with the calm of a man holding the uno reverse card, he leaned in.
Yujiro: "XSWL."
Obito: "…What?"
Before he could even process it, Yujiro followed up—
Yujiro: "YYDS."
Yujiro: "PK."
Yujiro: "XSWL."
By the time Yujiro capped it off with a smug: "YYDS."
Obito was trembling. "Y-You little…!"
Yujiro grinned. "Look at you—already malding."
"Shut the hell up!!!" Obito roared. And it was very clear he wasn't talking about shuriken.
Poor bastard had never touched the internet. He didn't stand a chance against the meme-combo. One YYDS PK XSWL YYDS later, and Obito was already on tilt.
Still, if Yujiro wouldn't kneel, then Obito would simply break him to the ground.
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The earth shuddered.
Not an earthquake—Obito's Mokuton tore upward, jagged spikes stabbing for Yujiro.
The sky rippled.
Not an illusion—Obito's Kamui distorted space itself, hurling chains of shuriken tethered by wires, his figure darting with frightening speed.
Power, speed, ninjutsu, chakra, summons, Wood Release, Mangekyō, even the Rinnegan's aura…
Compared to Shisui, Obito truly looked like the invincible Uchiha prodigy.
The battlefield itself seemed to turn against Yujiro, as if the world and nature had declared him their enemy.
Even Zetsu couldn't keep quiet:
"Uh… isn't this a bit much, Madara-sama?"
"Shut up! Don't distract me! I'm putting all my focus into this battle!" Obito snapped, drunk on the thrill of showing off.
Zetsu muttered internally: Sounds serious… except you still haven't won, have you? Sharingan, Mokuton—two trump cards, and you still haven't finished him. Kinda sus, not gonna lie.