Naruto: Uchiha Destroys Konoha at the Start.

Obito now faced Kaito another wielder of time and space and found himself overwhelmed. Every strike, every shift, was matched with clinical precision.

He vanished into the void, flickering across the battlefield to gain distance. But Kaito was already there.

The moment Obito reappeared, a blade sliced toward him in a cold, unforgiving arc.

Steel rang against flesh. The world seemed to stop.

Obito barely reacted before the blade bit deep. But his body shimmered—reality twisted—and the wound vanished like smoke.

Izanagi.

It saved him. Again.

Each time he escaped death, it rewrote the fatal moment but the cost was mounting. His vision blurred. Breath rasped through his throat. He couldn't keep this up.

And Kaito knew it.

The boy pressed forward mercilessly. His blade didn't just strike, it pursued. Every movement was a threat calculated to corner him, to exhaust his tricks.

Obito's world narrowed to a single truth: he was being hunted.

The battlefield felt smaller by the second, suffocating under Kaito's rhythm. There was no pause. No flaw. Just that blade, carving closer to inevitability.

And then—

Eyes in the dark.

Figures emerged from the shadows, silent and cloaked in stillness. Watching.

Among them, one pair of eyes gleamed with cold, clinical malice.

Danzo.

He crouched within the rubble, half-shrouded by mist and falling ash, his lone visible eye locked on the clash ahead. The scene reflected in the glassy red of his stolen Sharingan.

"So... that's the one who dares wear Madara's mask," he muttered. "And the other—"

His voice thinned to a whisper.

"Kaito Uchiha."

The name burned in his mouth.

Danzo's fingers clenched tight around his cane, joints popping. The boy's chakra was suffocating, his Mangekyō unmistakable. The power emanating from him turned theory into terror.

"He's awakened it," Danzo hissed. "Another one."

The ghost of a sneer crept across his lips. Of course, it would be him. The one Root could never touch. The one whispered about alongside Itachi.

"As expected. The Uchiha plague evolves faster than we can bury it."

He didn't blink. Didn't move.

Kaito's speed, those vanishing steps, that blade singing through space—it was Minato's brilliance reborn in Uchiha flesh.

No seals. No markers. Just raw manipulation.

Danzo had planned for Obito. He had files. Intel. Theories. But this?

This wasn't in the reports.

"So it was you..." he murmured. "The counter-ambushes. The leaks. The disruption in Rain. You were pulling strings from the dark."

Danzo's eyes widened suddenly.

Space distorted.

Kaito appeared meters away—then not at all—and then his blade punched through Obito's chest in a spray of blood.

But the body dissolved into nothingness. Reformed. Whole again.

"Izanagi," Danzo breathed, voice laced with reverence and disgust.

To force the masked man to burn a Sharingan…

Danzo felt it then.

Fear.

A taste he hadn't known in years.

Even Shisui's eye buried beneath his wrappings—ached at the sight.

If Kaito could corner him… what could stop him?

His Root agents shifted in the shadows, silent as ghosts. Fingers spoke in hand-sign language—kill gestures, retreat signals, flanking positions. They waited. Not for a command.

For an opening.

Danzo's knuckles whitened on the cane.

Every jutsu has a flaw.

Even the Yellow Flash had needed markers. Kaito's technique had to break somewhere—distance, delay, cooldown.

He would find it.

He would carve it out.

His Sharingan pulsed behind the bandages.

Just one clean opening.

Just one.