"What do we do, Yorin-nii?"
There it was again—that same feeling, that same space–time jutsu. Whoever it was wasn't just passing by; they'd locked onto them.
After confirming it, Shisui turned to Uchiha Yorin.
"You hold the line here. I'll go take a look," Yorin said.
Could be a decoy to draw them off… or a chance to cut a deal with Obito. That's where Yorin landed.
As he spoke, the dumb system glitched like it froze and popped a quest:
[Emergency Quest: Outshine the Uchiha!]
If he hadn't looked closely, Yorin would've thought it crashed.
The same quest three times—just how much do you Senju hate the Uchiha?
Was this thing made by the Second Hokage?
…
He roasted the dumb system in his head, then Body-Flickered away.
Ranting is ranting—but you still cash the rewards.
If it lets you clear the same quest three times and pocket the same reward three times, then chakra surge, spike, explode—one punch to knock the Ōtsutsuki out of the sky.
Flickering along, he mused:
"Where there's three, there's six. If the Uchiha lack anything, it's not prodigies!
Once Sasuke's born, I'll tune him up.
Then catch Clan Head Fugaku when I can and tune him up.
Dig up Uchiha Kagami and tune him up.
Learn Edo Tensei, bring back Old Man Madara—tune him up.
Bring back Izuna—tune him up…
Do that and my Stamina stat hits an unprecedented 21!
We've had so many Mangekyō wielders in our history.
Each one's a bona fide prodigy, right? Kekekekeke…"
Thinking about his chakra swelling—spiking—exploding—far beyond the Sage of Six Paths, Yorin got giddy and let out a bright, classic Uchiha cackle.
Uchiha Obito: "…"
"Why the hell is he laughing?"
He couldn't help wondering—and stopped walking.
Yep, eyes confirmed: peak Uchiha nutcase. And far enough from the luxury convoy.
Next step: invoke Madara's name, make the guy kneel, and draft him for Infinite Tsukuyomi.
Enemy turned worker—Obito felt a twinge of excitement.
Too bad—that wasn't happening.
Yorin was all gristle and contrarian streak; if he wasn't the boss, he'd itch all over. No way he'd play second fiddle.
So the first exchange went like this—
"Old man—"
"Yo, Obito. Still alive, huh?"
The world's most lovesick man almost choked on his own breath at Yorin's sunny grin.
The hell? My disguise is flawless—how did he see through it in a second?!
He was roiling inside, but outwardly didn't show a thing.
Not because Obito was that deep—his mask just did its job.
Not even the Sharingan, heck, not even the Rinnegan could see through it. Perfect for flexing—and for hiding your face when your expression control fails.
"I don't know what you're talking about. Obito—who's that? I am Uchiha Madara, your great forebear—the pinnacle of the Sharingan, the Uchiha's answer. This eye is proof!"
You could hear the urgency. He struck a dynamic pose and flashed that Mangekyō.
Yorin: "Buddy, you take me for an idiot? Mangekyō equals Madara now? There's a Mangekyō back with the convoy—want me to call Shisui over to take a look?
And even if—your pattern's wrong.
Madara had the Eternal Mangekyō—his own plus a ring of his brother Izuna's design. Yours looks nothing like it."
"The secrets of the Sharingan aren't for kids like you!"
Apparently Obito still wasn't going to talk straight.
That irked Yorin.
Lame.
If you won't speak properly, I'll answer another way.
So—
Yorin: "Lol."
Obito: "?"
The single syllable threw Obito for a beat—then he got it.
Obito: "Kneel now and swear loyalty to me, and I'll grant you endless glory!"
Yorin: "Classic."
Obito: "Or do you crave power? The Sharingan's secrets—the Uchiha's ultimate arts—don't you want them?"
Yorin: "Numb."
Obito: "So you won't discuss this like adults? Hmph. Then I'll crush you with power and show you the gulf between us!"
Yorin: "See? You're pressed."
Obito: "F—!!!"
He clearly didn't mean "throwing a shuriken."
A simple ninja with zero exposure to the modern internet is just too easy to bait. One quick combo of "classic / lol / you're pressed / I'm numb" and his guard shattered.
He still wanted Yorin as his underling—but first, he'd pound him to his knees.
…
The ground trembled.
An earthquake?
No—Obito unleashed Wood Release.
Endless needle-sharp trees erupted, lancing for Yorin's body.
The sky quivered.
An illusion?
No—Obito spun up Kamui.
Hordes of shuriken trailed elastic cords, letting him stay hyper-mobile while pelting Yorin nonstop.
…
Power, speed, ninjutsu, chakra, summoning, Wood Release, Mangekyō Sharingan, Rinnegan…
Compared to Shisui, Obito really did look like an "unbeatable Uchiha prodigy."
Sky, earth, everything seemed to be crashing down on Yorin—as if the whole planet, the whole of nature, had turned against him.
Even Zetsu—the yin–yang face—couldn't help griping:
"Bit much, isn't it, Madara-sama?!"
"Shut it!"
Drunk on the joy of showing off, Obito snapped, "Don't bother me with trifles—I'm putting everything into this fight!!"
"…You sound serious. Problem is—you still haven't won."
White Zetsu couldn't help the internal rant: "Mangekyō from the Uchiha, Wood Release from the Senju—two signature trump cards to one guy—and you still haven't closed it? Something's off about this fight."