Uchiha Fugaku brought Uchiha Shisui to Konoha Hospital to undergo an eye transplant.
Inside the sterile operating room, a medical ninja delicately placed Shisui's right eye into the socket, then began to channel medical chakra into the area, carefully healing the surrounding tissues.
Watching this process unfold, Uchiha Obito tilted his head in confusion.
"So... the recovery ability of ordinary people is really this weak?"
He muttered to himself, clearly puzzled. In his opinion, something as minor as an eye transplant shouldn't require such an elaborate procedure.
"Isn't it enough to just put the eye back in the socket and blink a few times?"
Seeing the medical ninja concentrate so seriously on something he viewed as trivial left Obito slightly annoyed. Did they really need all this effort?
Uchiha Fugaku, standing by and overseeing everything, couldn't help but be startled by Obito's words. He looked at him with a mixture of surprise and curiosity.
"Wait, are you saying your recovery ability is extremely powerful?" he asked, not fully understanding Obito's tone.
Obito nodded without hesitation. Then, under Fugaku's shocked gaze, he slowly raised his right hand.
Before anyone could react, Obito dug his fingers into his own eye socket and forcibly removed his right eye. Blood spurted out instantly, painting his cheek and soaking into his clothes.
"AHHH!!! DOCTOR! DOCTOR!" Fugaku shrieked in horror.
His face turned pale. He had only made a casual remark, never imagining Obito would actually gouge out his own eye.
And not just any eye—this was the Mangekyō Sharingan, the Uchiha clan's most precious treasure! What if he damaged it?
Fugaku was trembling with anxiety. If Obito really ruined those eyes, he might just cough up blood in sheer frustration. These eyes weren't just powerful—they were the pinnacle of Uchiha combat prowess!
Meanwhile, the medical ninja who had been operating on Shisui stood frozen, his chakra flickering as his concentration shattered. The scene before him was unlike anything he had ever witnessed.
Who in their right mind would voluntarily tear out their own eye?
This was complete madness!
All around the room, other medical staff rushed over, their faces painted with panic and disbelief. They gathered around Obito, trying to assess the damage.
But Obito merely smiled and waved them off.
"It's fine, I'm okay. I can handle this myself."
His voice was calm and full of confidence, as if ripping out an eye was as routine as brushing one's teeth.
Then, he carefully placed the eye back into its socket and looked at the others with a relaxed expression.
"Don't be so nervous. Just put it in and blink. That's all."
He blinked once. Then twice.
Silence filled the room.
Nothing happened.
The expected return of vision didn't come. Everything remained pitch-black in front of his right eye.
"Huh?" Obito furrowed his brows. "Why can't I see anything?"
He began to mentally retrace his steps, thinking back to every time he had disassembled and reassembled his eyes before.
Then, a realization struck him like a thunderclap.
"...I put it in the wrong way."
He sighed and gently removed the eye again, shaking his head with an embarrassed grin.
"Heh… Just a little mistake. I'll get it right this time."
Uchiha Fugaku: "…"
The medical ninjas nearby let out sharp, exasperated yells.
"Aaahhh! What is wrong with this guy?!"
They were now fully convinced that Obito wasn't just reckless—he was mentally unstable.
Yet before they could stop him, Obito calmly reinserted the eye, adjusted it with a surgeon's precision, and opened his eyes again.
And then…
Miraculously, the eye settled back into place perfectly.
Vision restored.
Everyone was stunned.
Uchiha Fugaku stared, wide-eyed. "???"
The head medical ninja gawked at Obito in disbelief. "How… how is this possible?"
This wasn't recovery—it was regeneration at a level that defied everything they understood about biology and chakra.
To them, Obito was like a walking medical anomaly straight out of a myth.
Obito simply smiled and turned to Fugaku.
"What do you think, Clan Leader? Not bad, right?"
Fugaku, still reeling from shock, forced out a dry chuckle.
"Heh... yeah. Not bad at all."
Shisui, who had just undergone a careful transplant and was now lying with his right eye wrapped tightly in gauze, looked up with sheer admiration.
"Senior… you're amazing!"
Obito turned to him, his expression softening.
"Shisui, get some rest now. I have something important to take care of."
Shisui blinked. "Senior, what is it?"
Obito placed a hand on his chin thoughtfully.
"Hmm... I need to get my eyes back."
Fugaku, who had now fully composed himself, nodded firmly.
"You're right. Those are your eyes. We have to retrieve them."
Shisui, still lying on the hospital bed, sat up with determination in his gaze.
"Senior, I'll be waiting for your return."
Obito nodded lightly, then turned and left the hospital without another word.
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Konoha Cemetery
Rain drizzled softly over the quiet grounds. The sky was a blanket of grey, adding a somber mood to the already melancholic scene.
Hatake Kakashi, dressed in a black cloak, walked slowly through the cemetery, a bouquet of fresh flowers held in his hands.
He reached a familiar tombstone and gently laid the flowers in front of it.
Then, standing tall and silent, he gazed down at the engraved name.
The minutes ticked by. Kakashi didn't move.
He simply stood there, his expression unreadable, lost in deep thought.
Finally, he broke the silence. His voice was low and hoarse.
"Obito… A lot has happened in the village lately. I haven't had time to visit."
Behind the cover of the nearby trees, hidden in the shadows, Uchiha Obito watched.
He didn't reveal himself.
This wasn't the first time he had caught Kakashi visiting his grave. Over the years, whenever he'd secretly entered the village to check on Rin's grave, he would often find Kakashi already there—alone, whispering into the silence.
Sometimes Kakashi would sit by the tombstone for an entire day, as if hoping the dead could hear him.
A storm of emotions swirled in Obito's heart, but he quickly locked them away.
His gaze shifted from the tombstone to Kakashi, his eyes brimming with a cold resentment.
He clenched his fists.
Kakashi… it was because of your decision not to save Rin that she died.
You can talk all you want now, but what's the point? Rin is gone.
And you killed her yourself!
You don't deserve forgiveness.
Kakashi continued speaking to the gravestone.
"Obito, did you know? The head of the Uchiha clan became Hokage recently."
"If you were alive, I believe… you could've become Hokage too."
He chuckled softly, a bitter smile creeping onto his lips.
"Wasn't that your dream? To be Hokage?"
But before he could continue, a voice interrupted from behind.
A voice Kakashi hadn't heard in years.
"Oh? Are you so sure that my dream was to become Hokage, Kakashi?"
Kakashi froze in place. His breath caught.
He slowly turned around, eyes widening as he saw the one person he thought was lost to time and memory.
Uchiha Obito—alive.
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