·Chapter 62
"You're planning to act in three days?"
Zzzt—!!
Not long after Uchiha Itachi left, a faint spatial fluctuation rippled through the air as the masked man, Uchiha Obito, appeared in Shimura Danzo's office, his voice cold and indifferent.
"That's right..."
Danzo, already accustomed to the masked man's unpredictable arrivals, didn't even raise his head. He spoke calmly, "This time, the Third Hokage will turn a blind eye. The Anbu will also assist us by erecting a large-scale barrier over the Uchiha clan district. We need to strike quickly—wipe out the Uchiha clan in the shortest time possible."
"Got it..."
Obito nodded without emotion, then added with a hint of sarcasm, "If you're worried, I can bring in some mercenaries to join the grand feast of annihilation."
"No need."
Danzo rejected the offer without hesitation.
He wasn't about to share the spoils. The fewer people involved, the more Sharingan he could claim. Though the Uchiha clan was numerous, only a few members had awakened their Sharingan.
"Suit yourself."
Obito shrugged indifferently. He hadn't expected the self-serving Danzo to accept anyway.
"By the way, what about Uchiha Yuta? Will you handle him?"
Danzo's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Seven years ago, Uchiha Yuta was already an elite taijutsu shinobi. By now, he might be Kage-level. A ninja at that level who specializes in physical combat isn't easy to take down."
"Tch... don't worry. He's going to die."
Obito's tone shifted—low and venomous—as he gritted his teeth. "This time, I'll show the Uchiha what a true genius looks like."
Zzzt—!!
Without waiting for a response, Obito vanished in another spatial ripple.
Danzo frowned.
"What's with that reaction...? Uchiha Yuta is known to be a genius rivaling Kakashi, but Obito has never shown this kind of emotion before."
He couldn't quite understand it.
The usually detached Obito had shown a flash of deep resentment—almost like a scorned rival from a distant past.
"Hmph. Whatever it is, he'd better not screw it up. Time to prepare the final strike."
Danzo turned his attention back to the detailed map of the Uchiha clan district. Marked across it were the patrol schedules, defensive positions, and guard shifts.
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Elsewhere in Konoha – Training Ground
Uchiha Obito stood alone in the center of a deserted training ground, fists clenched tight, his expression twisted with barely contained rage.
"Obito, you're too weak!!"
"Too weak... didn't you eat today?!"
"You're hopelessly weak..."
These scornful voices echoed through his mind—haunting remnants of the past.
Again and again, Obito remembered those painful moments. Uchiha Yuta, the prodigy, was always leagues ahead. Despite being the same age and clan, Yuta was the golden child—while Obito remained the clan's embarrassment.
He had challenged Yuta dozens of times.
Every time, he was beaten senseless. No contest.
Over time, Uchiha Obito had stopped trying. The relentless defeats had carved a permanent scar in his heart. That humiliation festered inside him, right beside the pain of Rin's death.
Now, with the Uchiha clan on the verge of annihilation…
He would kill Uchiha Yuta himself.
He would erase that lingering obsession with his own hands.
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Suddenly, the ground rippled, and Black Zetsu and White Zetsu emerged.
"Your emotions are unstable," White Zetsu commented, frowning.
"There's nothing wrong," Obito snapped.
White Zetsu smirked. "Nothing? Don't tell me you're still bitter about getting launched across the training ground by Yuta all those years ago?"
"Shut up!"
Obito's voice was low and threatening.
"Heh," White Zetsu laughed.
"It's odd, though," Black Zetsu rasped. "Every time we monitor Uchiha Yuta, he's always training in taijutsu—like a machine. He never rests."
Black Zetsu still found it hard to believe.
In fact, when choosing Madara's successor, there had been two potential options—Uchiha Obito and Uchiha Yuta.
But after extended observation, Madara had rejected Yuta. "No matter how strong taijutsu is, it's useless in the end," Madara had said coldly.
"Doesn't matter now," Obito muttered.
His eyes narrowed, the crimson glow of hatred flickering within.
"This time, I'll settle all old debts. The Uchiha clan will vanish… and Uchiha Yuta with it."
"Fine with us," both Zetsu halves said in unison.
A blackened Obito was far from the weak, naïve boy he once was—and this time, Uchiha Yuta might not be able to survive the storm.
As for the clan?
They had long been written off in the plans of Madara and the Eye of the Moon project.
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