Naruto: Reborn as Uchiha Obito

"Everyone, good evening~"

When the fog cleared, the bright moonlight shone down, casting a hazy glow across the blood-soaked forest.

Obito appeared atop the trunk of a large tree, backlit by the moon, and greeted them with a smile.

"Why'd you show up?" Yugao's figure dropped from above, landing at his side.

"Relying on the defense of chakra armor while going full berserker mode... exchanging injuries for injuries? You're gonna burn out your chakra fast."

Obito gave her a casual glance, noting the subtle pant in her breath, and shrugged.

Hearing this, Yugao snorted with mild annoyance.

"Hmph! That's the most efficient way to use chakra armor."

"And I almost had them all."

"Alright, alright... don't get cocky."

Obito chuckled faintly.

"You did great."

She wasn't even twelve yet. More than thirty Chunin, four Jonin down, and another Elite Jonin seriously injured.

Sure, she had the help of her purple artifact blade, but still that kill count? Not bad. Not bad at all.

She was becoming a proper tool-person. Plenty of potential still to unlock.

Obito was thoroughly satisfied.

The two of them chatted like it was coffee break, while the remaining Terumi clan members below stood frozen in tense silence.

Only now did they finally get a clear look at who had been slaughtering them.

A masked kid. Petite frame. Purple blade. That immature voice they'd heard slicing through the fog...

No way. They were wrecked this hard... by a damn child?

Eyes widened. Mouths dropped.

"She's... Murasaki!" someone blurted out in disbelief.

The middle-aged leader squinted up at the pair, then turned to his comrade beside him.

"You know her?"

"Wearing a mask, using a purple blade, clearly a kid... yeah, it's her. Murasaki. She's been rising fast in the underground market lately," the shinobi whispered.

"A bounty hunter. Started showing up about a year ago. Record's spotless—100% mission completion rate. I also heard she has a partner. Also masked. Mysterious, never seen clearly…"

He trailed off, but his eyes flicked toward Obito his meaning obvious.

"Huh~"

Up on the tree branch, Obito raised an eyebrow.

"Well, look at you. Getting famous."

He chuckled. In the missions Yugao couldn't handle, he'd stepped in and finished them without leaving a trace. That 100% completion rate? Well-earned.

"...I feel like you're making fun of me." Yugao narrowed her eyes, face flat.

"Me? I'd never." Obito raised his hands like he was innocent, grinning behind the mask.

Down below, the leader's face shifted. He finally pieced things together.

"So... they're not from Mist. Not part of the Fourth Mizukage's forces..."

Then his face twisted in fury, and he shouted upward,

"If you're not from Mist Village why attack us?!"

Obito clicked his tongue.

"Heh. So what if we're not? Who says I can't kick your ass just because I'm not from Mist?"

Then, with a little theatrical pause, he added,

"Well… actually, I don't mind telling you the truth."

"We were hired by the Fourth Mizukage himself."

"A full Kage-rank commission. Now that's the good stuff. Rare business, you know?"

And with zero shame, Obito dove headfirst into the lie smooth as ever.

"It's actually the Fourth Mizukage!? Could it be that he expected we'd come and try to kill him?"

After hearing Obito's words, the middle-aged man's heart sank.

After all, Shota Terumi had only followed the Fourth Mizukage out of the village this afternoon.

Even if he was captured and spilled everything, half a day wasn't enough time for a black market mission to be posted, a bounty hunter to be found, and then rushed all the way into the Land of Water to prepare an ambush.

There could only be one explanation.

The Fourth Mizukage had long anticipated that if he left the village, the Terumi clan would try to intercept him.

Today...this whole thing, it was all a trap. The Fourth Mizukage had used himself as bait.

After piecing that together, the middle-aged man's expression turned pitch dark.

"So... your mission is to exterminate us?"

"What do you think, Patriarch of the Terumi clan—Mr. Terumi?"

Obito didn't know what kind of fanfic plot this old man had cooked up in his head, but he still replied casually.

Then, he watched as the Terumi Patriarch glanced around at the corpses of his clansmen. His teeth clenched.

"I wonder..." the man growled, voice low with grief, "...what reward did the Fourth Mizukage offer the two of you?"

"If you're willing to stop here, I'll pay double."

The words nearly cracked under the strain of suppressed rage.

After all, that little masked girl had single-handedly devastated them and now there were two of them.

And it was obvious the masked man who came later was the real threat. The way he wielded that large-scale Wind Release? Yeah, this one was the leader.

"Tsk-tsk..."

Obito clicked his tongue after hearing Terumi Jun's offer.

"He really is a clan leader. So wise, so generous~"

Then he tilted his head and looked at Yugao.

"This patriarch's trying to buy us. Do I look like that kind of guy?"

"..."

Yugao didn't even answer. She just glanced at him silently through the hole in her fox mask.

Her expression?

It said everything.

"..."

Obito blinked.

Did this little brat just give me the 'yeah, you do' look?

Tch. Rude.

He turned his head and looked back at Terumi Jun, his tone casual:

"Mr. Patriarch, we're professionals. What you just said? That's insulting."

"So... better brace yourself and start struggling."

He smiled faintly.

"Of course, I suggest you just cut your own neck. It'll hurt less."

"Damn you!"

The shinobi below erupted in anger at Obito's taunt.

"In that case—do it!"

"Water Style: Water Dragon Bullet Technique!"

With Terumi Jun's order, a massive water dragon rose behind Obito and Yugao, surging forward like a roaring beast.

"Huh~"

Without hesitation, Yugao vanished in a blur of purple, slipping away into the night as if melted into the tree trunk.

Obito lightly hopped to another tree branch—calm as ever.

"Boom!"

The water dragon smashed into the branch he was just on, obliterating it.

But then... whoosh!

Two shinobi flanked him from both sides.

Their kunai were enhanced with high-speed rotating water blades, and they thrust them directly at Obito.

"Water Style: Water Tooth Blade!"

They aimed with precision, closing in fast.

Obito didn't move.

He just... stood there.

"Got him!"

The two attackers grinned. Victory flashed in their eyes.

But as the blades stabbed into Obito...

...they felt nothing.

No resistance. No blood. Just... air.

Their attacks passed right through him like he was smoke.

Then before they could even register the horror... a pair of scarlet eyes locked with theirs.

And that familiar, sinister red glow filled their vision.

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