Naruto: Transmigrated as Obito with the System

Konan gazed at Nagato with tenderness, her fingers lightly brushing his cheek.

"Nagato, I want you…"

W-what?

Nagato's thoughts came to a sudden halt.

The woman he admired most was confessing to him out of the blue.

Faced with such a situation, anyone would be momentarily stunned, and Nagato was no exception.

And in that fleeting moment—

The delicate hand resting on his face abruptly darted toward his eye socket.

In a sweet yet chilling voice, she uttered words that made Nagato's blood run cold.

"I want your eyes!"

"Ahhh!"

Blood sprayed everywhere.

A single violet eye fell into Konan's hand.

How unfortunate...

Outside the hidden Akatsuki village, Setsuna clicked her tongue in mild annoyance.

Had Nagato not instinctively tilted his head at the last moment, there would now be two Rinnegan in Konan's possession.

"AHHHHHHH!"

Nagato screamed in agony.

A terrifying force suddenly erupted from him, blasting Konan away.

"Whoosh!"

Konan's body shattered into countless sheets of paper, fluttering to shield her from the overwhelming shockwave.

The white paper scattered like snow before she reformed at a distance, blood dripping from her lips.

Her voice was icy as she spoke.

"Nagato, are you planning to kill this woman?"

The appearance and voice were identical to Konan's, yet the demeanor and actions were entirely different.

This person… wasn't Konan!

Nagato clutched his left eye socket, glaring at "Konan" with fury.

"Who are you? What have you done to Konan?"

"Konan" remained indifferent as she replied.

"Who I am doesn't matter. What does matter is that those eyes are mine by right."

Nagato's lone eye burned with hatred as he gritted his teeth.

"So, it's you…"

"Konan" produced a container and placed the Rinnegan inside before tucking it away.

She cast a cold glance at Nagato.

"If you don't intend to kill this woman, she can come find me herself. Once I have both Rinnegan, I'll return her unharmed. Consider the remaining eye a parting gift."

Nagato's glare could have frozen fire, yet he dared not act recklessly. With Konan's life at stake, how could he gamble her safety?

His voice was icy.

"If anything happens to Konan, I'll hunt you down and make you pay—even if it means tearing the world apart."

"Relax," Setsuna said, controlling Konan's voice. "I have no desire to be your enemy. I only need one Rinnegan. Nothing more."

With that, Konan's form dissolved into sheets of paper, scattering toward the horizon.

"Don't try to follow me. Oh, and…"

She smirked.

"That woman seems to have preferred someone named Yahiko."

Nagato's fists clenched, his knuckles cracking audibly.

"Damn you… I'll uncover your identity!"

Outside the village, the drifting paper reassembled into Konan's form.

Setsuna extended a hand, and Konan obediently handed over the container.

Setsuna stashed it away, her lips curling into an emotionless smile.

"Heh. Easier than I expected."

She glanced at Konan, her Sharingan glinting crimson.

"Well done, Konan. Now, rest."

"Thud."

Konan collapsed lifelessly to the ground as the seed of desire controlling her dissipated.

Setsuna vanished into the distance, her silhouette quickly fading from sight.

Moments later, two figures emerged from the village—Nagato and Yahiko, both frantic with worry.

"There she is, Yahiko! Hurry!"

Even with only one eye, Nagato's Rinnegan proved more than capable.

They rushed to Konan's side, Nagato carefully cradling her.

After checking her pulse, he let out a heavy sigh of relief.

"She's alive… Thank goodness."

Yahiko's expression was clouded with worry.

"Then why hasn't she woken up yet?"

Nagato winced, clutching his throbbing eye socket.

"She's fine. Her mind was forcibly invaded, and her spiritual energy has been drained. She just needs time to recover."

Yahiko slammed a fist into the ground, fury blazing in his eyes.

"Those bastards! They used both of you as pawns! I'll tear them apart, piece by piece!"

Nagato remained silent, meticulously checking Konan for any lingering harm.

Later that night, Konan jolted awake.

Yahiko rushed to her side, pulling her into a comforting embrace.

"You're awake… Konan."

She looked around frantically, clutching his sleeve as tears streamed down her face.

"Where's Nagato? Nagato! I— I hurt him! I'm so sorry!"

Yahiko held her gently, patting her back reassuringly.

"This wasn't your fault, Konan. Nagato doesn't blame you. It's those monsters' doing. I swear I'll make them pay."

...

Meanwhile, in Setsuna's hidden base, she let out a relieved sigh as she removed the constricting bindings from her chest.

Walking the ninja world in Uchiha Madara's name came with its challenges.

After all, one couldn't exactly claim "greatness lies in embracing abundance," could they?

Setsuna retrieved the container from her… ample storage, staring disdainfully at the violet eye within.

"Uchiha Madara… what a joke."

"To fulfill your so-called dream, you turned your life into a nightmare and robbed me of everything. Someday, you'll realize it was all for nothing."

With a mocking smile, she tossed the container aside.

From the shadows, Black Zetsu emerged, deftly catching it.

"Oh, come now, Lady Setsuna. You shouldn't treat such treasures so carelessly."

Setsuna snorted, flopping onto the bed.

"I'm not planning to use it. Have you found a suitable host?"

Black Zetsu grinned.

"Thanks to your efforts, I've located an ideal vessel in the Land of Grass."

Setsuna pinched the bridge of her nose in exasperation.

"You've been snooping in my novels again, haven't you?"

Zetsu chuckled sheepishly.

"Well… I may have taken a peek during my downtime."

With a huff, Setsuna closed her eyes, her mind already planning her next move.

"Looks like a trip to the Land of Grass is in order. But first…"

Her thoughts wandered back to the day's events.

While controlling Konan, she had glimpsed a familiar figure in the woman's mind.

A certain relative of hers…

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