Naruto: Reborn as Uchiha Obito

A new day. Evening.

On a hillside in the Land of Grass, Obito and Yugao Uzuki stood on a large tree, gazing down at the smoke-curling cottage nestled below.

"Oh, see that cottage down there? That's your first mission."

"Kill them all. Not a single one left."

Obito said it casually, like he was assigning her homework.

Before being abducted by him, Yugao was a fifth-year ninja student. All the basics? Pretty much done.

Her strength was already about Genin-level.

Now, after a month under Obito's brutal "training regime," she had clawed her way up to Chunin-level strength.

But theory was one thing. Real life-and-death battle? That's where things got... bloody.

So tonight's little field trip? It wasn't a test. It was a lesson.

Objective: murder. Method: solo. Evaluation: survival.

"All... all of them?"

Yugao blinked up at him.

"Yes. All of them. Men, women, old, young... no survivors."

Obito glanced down at her.

"You're not scared, are you?"

"Who's scared?! Just bandits, right? I'll kill every one of them!"

She gripped the hilt of her blade like she was about to duel the concept of fear itself.

"Good," Obito nodded. "We'll do it once the sun's down."

He tapped her shoulder, almost gently.

"And remember... if you leave anyone alive, there will be punishment~."

"Oh, and I won't help you. Even if you're about to die."

"If you die here, it means I overestimated you."

"…Got it."

And so the sun dipped. Night crept in.

By the early hours, with the stars watching overhead, a shadow zipped past the sentry post of the cottage.

Blood sprayed silently. One down.

"Ugh…"

"Arghh…"

"Damn… why?!"

"You little bitch…"

Under flickering torchlight, the sentry bandits gasped their last, their eyes frozen in confusion before they slumped to the ground.

The smell of blood leaked through the air like spilled wine.

"Waaahh…"

A baby cried somewhere. Loud and disturbing.

Then came shouting. Screams. Clanging steel.

And then... fire.

The cottage lit up in flames as chaos took over.

Eventually, all went quiet except the crackle of burning wood.

In front of a scorched hut, a purple-haired loli stood in the open, head bowed, clutching a blood-soaked ninja blade.

Then whirr, space distorted, and Obito appeared beside her.

"Hmm… well done."

A rare compliment.

Yugao slowly raised her head.

Eyes red. Blood smeared across her cheeks like war paint. Trails of it streaking down.

If this girl had the Uchiha bloodline, Obito mused, she would've awakened her damn Sharingan by now.

He looked past her, into the house behind.

Inside: a young woman sprawled in a pool of blood, eyes wide in horror.

In her arms a small child, maybe three. Silent. Lifeless.

Obito looked back at the little killer in front of him.

Then sighed, stepped forward, and gently pressed a hand to her head.

"Good job."

He repeated it again.

She was shaken, sure. But she'd done it.

"Wooo…"

Feeling his hand, Yugao suddenly sniffled and hugged him around the waist, burying her face in his chest.

Right now, she wasn't the future elite ANBU sword-wielder.

She was just a ten-year-old girl.

Obito didn't say anything. He just held her and gently stroked her hair.

"That was a bandit's child. Raised by bandits, trained to become one."

"Think about the villages they raided. The people they murdered. What did they do wrong?"

"So don't let it eat you up."

He sighed. His tone was calm, but the words were laced with the same darkness that molded him.

"Mm-hmm…"

Yugao nodded in his arms.

…Until she suddenly snapped out of it, slapped his hand off her head, and yanked herself away.

"I… I completed the mission, okay?! L-let's go!"

Her face was red. Eyes darted sideways. The classic "don't look at me!" combo.

"Huh~"

Obito chuckled.

"Alright, let's go."

After a night of fire and blood, the two continued on their path... one step closer to turning a traumatized little loli into a weapon.

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This time, Obito didn't rush through space with Kamui. Instead, he decided to travel the old-fashioned way, dragging Yugao with him on foot through the ninja world.

"Actually, I didn't finish what I was saying last night," Obito said casually as they walked.

"The villagers? Yeah, they're also at fault."

"Huh? What's wrong with the villagers?"

Yugao Uzuki blinked at him, genuinely puzzled.

"They're wrong," Obito replied, "because they don't have the strength to protect themselves. No power to resist the bandits."

"Same way those bandits couldn't resist you when you went in there with a sword because they had no strength."

"Same way the tiny nations in this world can't resist the big five when they stomp through their borders like it's open buffet."

"Same way you can't resist me because... well, you're weak."

"In this shitty world, being weak is a sin. Just existing without strength? That's the mistake."

"I… this…" Yugao opened her mouth, eyes wide.

She wanted to refute him. Really. But the more she thought about it, the less she could actually argue.

...Damn it. He made a good point..

And just like that, another month passed.

Obito took her all the way to the edge of the Land of Fire, where they watched the war between Konoha and Cloud Hidden unfold from a safe distance.

Then they looped back through the Land of Grass, visited several small countries wrecked during the Great Ninja Wars—places like the Land of Fields, the Land of Rain, the Land of Birds, the Land of Rivers.

Everywhere they went?

More broken people. More broken places.

More bandits.

Obito let her clear out each nest, one after another, until the blood on her blade was routine.

Now, once again, they stood in the Land of Grass. Another cottage burned behind them, and Yugao returned without flinching.

"How's it been these past few weeks?" Obito asked casually.

"It feels… miserable." Yugao replied, her voice flat but honest.

She'd seen it all. Villagers starving. Kids with nothing. Bandits laughing while they looted. Lawless valleys where survival meant killing first.

"That's right," Obito said with a shrug. "The three great ninja wars? All started by big nations. And when they're done fighting, they go home like nothing happened."

"But the small countries? The ones caught in the middle? Yeah, they don't get to 'go home.' They're just... gone."

"Wiped. Trampled. Broken beyond repair."

"That's what happens when you've got no power. No say. No future."

"So… get stronger."

He looked down at her, voice calm but weighty.

"Get strong enough to control your own fate."

"When the day comes that you're strong enough to defeat me... you'll be free."

"You won't need to take orders from anyone ever again."

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