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Chapter 15 Welcome to the War (Yay, Lucky Me)

War.

Honestly? I'd been dreading this day ever since I arrived in this world.

I knew it was coming, looming in the distance like a storm cloud on the horizon. And now? The storm had arrived.

No more training arcs. No more D-rank babysitting missions. No more escorting merchants who were probably criminals.

This was it.

This was war.

The air in the room was thick with tension. Dozens of shinobi—chunin, jonin, even a few ANBU—stood crammed together, waiting for orders. Maps covered the tables, marked up with circles, arrows, and ominous red Xs.

Minato-sensei stood at the front, arms crossed, looking serious. Which was bad. Minato looking serious meant we were screwed.

Then, the Third Hokage stepped forward. Hiruzen Sarutobi, the Professor, the man with a thousand techniques and (probably) the lung capacity of a chimney with how often he smoked that pipe.

"The war has intensified," he announced.

Wow. No way. What an absolute shock.

"Iwa is making aggressive advances near the Kannabi Bridge. If they secure their supply lines there, our forces will suffer major losses."

I felt my stomach drop.

Oh, great. Kannabi Bridge. The big one.

The one that led to everything falling apart.

"We will not allow that to happen," Hiruzen continued.

Yeah, I figured.

Minato sighed, already bracing himself for what came next.

"Effective immediately, teams will be deployed to enemy territory. Some of you will be fighting directly. Some will run intelligence missions. But make no mistake—this war will not be won through brute force alone."

I took a deep breath. Okay. Cool. No pressure. Just life and death stakes in a war that was way above my pay grade.

Awesome.

After the general briefing, Minato pulled Team 7 aside. Which, at this point, should've set off every alarm in my brain.

He gave us his best serious jonin look. "We're being sent on a special mission."

And there it was.

"A B-rank assignment, but with A-rank risks."

I exhaled slowly. "You could just call it an A-rank mission, sensei."

Minato smiled, way too calmly. "But then it would sound more dangerous."

I stared at him. He knew that was the problem, right?

Obito frowned. "But we're just a—" He stopped himself. Right. I was a jonin now. This wasn't just another training mission.

Minato continued, "We'll be infiltrating enemy territory, gathering intel, and, if possible… disrupting their operations before the larger forces move in."

Rin shifted uncomfortably. "So, this is it?"

Minato nodded. "Yes."

Silence.

Then, Obito clenched his fists. "Fine. Let's do it. We're not gonna let Iwa get away with this!"

I glanced at him. A few months ago, this idiot was whining about picking weeds for missions. Now he was ready to storm an enemy stronghold.

Not sure if I should be proud or deeply concerned.

Minato smiled, though it was tinged with something softer. "Alright, Team 7. Let's move out."

The journey to the frontlines was… weirdly quiet.

No dumb jokes. No Obito tripping over his own feet. No Rin scolding him for being an idiot. Just silence.

Which made sense. We weren't in Konoha anymore. This wasn't some civilian town.

We were officially in enemy territory.

And guess what? It sucked.

Minato suddenly raised a hand, and we all froze. "Enemy patrol ahead. Five of them."

I narrowed my eyes, scanning the area. I couldn't sense chakra like some bloodline-wielding prodigy, but I knew how to read the land—movement in the bushes, the faint glint of metal. Yeah, we had company.

"Five shinobi," Minato continued. "Mid-level threats. No jonin, but still dangerous if we're careless."

I nodded. "Understood."

Minato looked at me. "Kakashi, take point. Silent takedown. No unnecessary risks."

I was already moving before he finished speaking.

Obito, of course, had to add his two cents. "Hey—what about me?"

Minato gave him that patient trust me, you'll get your turn look. "Patience, Obito."

Obito grumbled but didn't argue. Good. The last thing we needed was him stomping around like a walking alarm bell.

I moved forward, sticking low, using the terrain to stay hidden. My Compression Weights were cranked high, but I'd been training with them long enough that the extra gravity barely slowed me down. I wove through the underbrush, light on my feet, making no more noise than the wind.

The first enemy stood near the treeline, distracted.

Bad move.

I struck fast—one clean slice across the throat, catching him before he hit the ground.

One down.

The next two were just as easy. A kunai to the spine. A shuriken to the temple. Silent, efficient, and so much better than chasing dumb cats for missions.

The last two finally noticed something was wrong.

Too late.

Minato teleported behind them. A flash of yellow. Two clean strikes. Over in seconds.

Obito and Rin finally caught up. Rin looked a little pale at the sight of the bodies. Obito just exhaled, his usual bravado momentarily gone.

"That was… fast," he muttered.

I shrugged. "They were slow."

Minato gave me an approving nod. "Good work."

Just like that, we kept moving.

The deeper we went, the worse things got.

Burned villages. Bodies abandoned in the dirt. Blood soaking into the rivers.

We passed a destroyed settlement, and for the first time in a while, Obito was completely silent.

"...Those were civilians," he whispered.

Minato placed a hand on his shoulder. "I know."

Rin covered her mouth, eyes wide with horror. "This is awful…"

I didn't say anything. Just stared at the wreckage.

I had read about war. I had trained for it. I had expected it.

But this?

This wasn't just fighting. This was destruction.

I stepped over a broken kunai half-buried in the dirt. The blade was stained red. Probably someone's last weapon. Someone who thought they could fight back.

Spoiler: They didn't win.

Minato sighed. "Come on. We have a mission to complete."

We kept moving.

But I could tell—Obito wasn't the same after that.

It happened fast.

One second, we were moving through the trees, and the next—

Boom!

The ground exploded beneath us.

I barely had time to react before shrapnel and dirt rained down. I twisted midair, landing hard on one knee. Minato was already up, kunai drawn, his eyes sharp.

Rin hit the ground beside me, coughing through the dust. Obito—

"Ugh!" Obito groaned from where he was face-first in a bush.

Of course.

I pulled him up just as figures emerged from the smoke—six Iwa shinobi, their hitai-ate gleaming under the moonlight.

"Leaf ninja," one of them sneered. "You should've stayed in your village."

I straightened, kunai in hand. "Yeah? And you should've picked a better hiding spot. That explosion was not subtle."

The Iwa shinobi scowled. "Tch. Kill them."

And just like that, the fight was on.

Minato disappeared in a flash of yellow. One Iwa shinobi fell before he even realized what happened. The others panicked, trying to track him, but they were too slow.

I blocked a kunai strike and countered with a quick kick to the ribs, sending my opponent stumbling back. The Compression Weights made my movements heavier, but I'd been training with them long enough to compensate.

Rin stuck close, throwing kunai to keep enemies at bay while Obito—

Was struggling.

Great.

He was holding his own, but barely. His movements were just a little too slow, his reactions just a little too late.

And then—

Crack!

A fist slammed into his face, sending him flying. He hit the ground hard.

I swore under my breath. Come on, Obito…

The Iwa shinobi who hit him—Taiseki—grinned. "You're pathetic."

Obito groaned, wiping blood from his lip. "Shut up…"

I watched him struggle to get up. My hands clenched into fists.

I could end this fight. Right now.

Taiseki wasn't a threat to me. I could blitz him, take him out before he even registered what happened.

But I didn't move.

Because this—this—was Obito's moment.

This was when he was supposed to awaken his Sharingan. This was the first step toward the path that would lead to… everything.

His growth. His losses. His downfall.

The part of me that cared about timelines, about history, told me to wait.

The part of me that just saw my idiot teammate getting wrecked wanted to jump in and save him.

I stayed put.

And Obito…

He pushed himself up, fists trembling.

Taiseki sneered. "Stay down, brat. You're not even worth—"

Then his face froze.

Because Obito looked up, and his eyes—

Red.

And just like that, the real fight began.

Taiseki's smirk vanished the second Obito's Sharingan flared to life.

Obito took a slow breath, his body still shaking, but something was different now. His stance steadied. His eyes tracked every movement Taiseki made. And for the first time… he wasn't hesitating.

Taiseki scowled. "Tch. A Uchiha brat? So what? That won't save you."

He disappeared.

I tensed. That was fast.

"Obito!" I barked.

Too late.

Taiseki reappeared behind him, kunai flashing—

But Obito moved.

He twisted at the last second, ducking under the strike with a sharp pivot. His Sharingan swirled, tracking everything. Seeing everything.

Taiseki's eyes widened. "What?!"

Obito didn't waste the opening. He countered. A vicious right hook, aimed straight at the bastard's jaw. Taiseki barely got his arms up in time to block, but the force still sent him stumbling back.

And Obito wasn't done.

He lunged. A kunai in his grip. His Sharingan spinning—seeing through every feint, every shift in movement.

Taiseki tried to retreat, but it didn't matter. Obito was on him.

One step.

Two.

A clean slice across the chest.

Taiseki choked, blood spilling from his mouth. "H—how…"

Obito exhaled. "Because I'm not a loser."

Then he drove the kunai into Taiseki's throat.

The Iwa-nin collapsed, gurgling. Dead.

Obito stood there, panting, eyes still glowing red.

For a long moment, none of us spoke.

Then Rin whispered, "Obito…"

He turned to look at us. His hands were still clenched around the kunai. His breathing was still uneven. But there was something else.

Something new.

I let out a slow breath, feeling something heavy settle in my chest.

This was it. The first step.

Obito had awakened his Sharingan.

Obito stood over Taiseki's body, his breathing still uneven, kunai gripped so tightly his knuckles had turned white. His newly awakened Sharingan flickered, the tomoe spinning ever so slightly as if adjusting to his movements.

He looked different now.

Not in the physical sense—same dumb goggles, same ridiculous orange outfit—but there was something in his expression. A weight.

A realization.

This wasn't just training anymore. This wasn't some mission where we'd go home, get scolded by our sensei, and laugh about it later. This was war.

And Obito had just taken his first life.

Rin hesitated before stepping closer. "Obito…"

Obito exhaled sharply and turned away from the body, stuffing his kunai back into his pouch like he hadn't just killed a man. "We should keep moving."

Minato's gaze lingered on him, unreadable, but he nodded. "He's right. We don't have much time."

I glanced down at Taiseki's corpse before stepping past it. I could already tell—this moment was going to stick with Obito. Maybe not now. Maybe not tomorrow. But eventually, this was going to sink in.

We barely made it a few steps before a kunai came hurtling out of nowhere.

I barely managed to deflect it before another flew, whizzing past my cheek and embedding itself into a tree.

"We've got company!" I called out, immediately dropping into a defensive stance.

From the shadows, two more Iwa-nin emerged. Kakkō and Mahiru—Taiseki's teammates.

And judging by their expressions? They were pissed.

"You brats just killed one of ours," Kakkō growled, cracking his knuckles. "That was a mistake."

Mahiru smirked, glancing down at Taiseki's body. "Well, well. Guess the little Uchiha actually grew a spine."

Obito tensed beside me. His Sharingan was still spinning, but his breathing was uneven. He was tired.

And that wasn't good.

Minato frowned. "Kakashi, Obito, stay alert. This won't be easy."

That was an understatement.

Kakkō's hands blurred through hand seals. "Earth Style—"

Then he disappeared.

I blinked. No—he didn't disappear. He blended.

"Hiding with Camouflage Technique," I muttered, jaw tightening.

Damn it. That was a problem.

"Rin, stay close—" I started.

But before I could finish, a blur shot past me.

Then—

A scream.

I turned just in time to see Kakkō dragging Rin away. One arm locked around her waist, the other pressing a kunai to her throat.

Obito's breath caught. "RIN!"

Rin struggled, but Kakkō tightened his grip, smirking. "We have what we need. Let's go."

Then they vanished.

Obito was already moving before I could stop him. "GET BACK HERE!"

I grabbed his arm. "Obito, wait—!"

Before I could hold him back, the ground exploded around us. A wave of Iwa shinobi surged from the trees, kunai flashing. Minato flickered forward—only to be forced back by an onslaught of attacks.

Damn it.

Minato's expression darkened as he dodged, parried, and countered. "They planned this," he muttered.

Of course they did.

A trap to keep Minato occupied while they took Rin.

Which meant we were on our own.

Obito stood frozen, fists clenched, his Sharingan blazing with fury and something else—desperation.

I sighed, already knowing where this was going.

"Alright," I muttered, drawing my tanto. "Let's go save Rin."

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