After being picked up by Madara, he spent several months in the dark underground base recovering from his injuries.
During that time, he neither ate nor drank instead, he survived solely on the energy provided by the cells in his right body.
Later, after swallowing the red items of Black Zetsu and Madara, even that need disappeared. Eating became unnecessary.
Still, every now and then, he allowed himself to taste food or drink, not for survival but simply to satisfy his tongue.
Without realizing it, seventeen years had passed since he came into this world. And nearly four years had slipped by since the day his true consciousness awakened.
As he gazed up at the stars, a strange feeling stirred within him. For the first time in years, he felt… nostalgic.
Though he had no friends left to remember, no family waiting in that other world, he couldn't help but miss it.
Since the Snow Country changed its daimyo and the Snow Hidden Village its leader, the nation had undergone a transformation.
Taxes had been lowered. Industry, fishing, and shipping were booming.
The Snow Country research team had designed a new class of deep-sea fishing vessels, capable of exploring waters previously untouched. Soon, fleets of these ships set out, rented at low cost to civilians.
Catches grew bountiful. Pockets grew heavier. Families once struggling now thrived.
Beyond fishing, the research team developed massive cargo ships. These weren't just sold to mainland shipping companies — Snow Country itself entered the trade.
Under the Daimyo's orders, a chamber of commerce was formed. They bought the fishermen's catch and shipped it across the seas.
Fresh seafood, preserved goods, and delicacies like deep-sea fish and polar krill soon became luxury favorites among elites across the continent.
On their return trips, the cargo ships brought back vital supplies from the mainland, further enriching the country.
Snow's prosperity fed into its defenses. Deep-sea voyages required protection from massive sea beasts.
Shipping routes demanded safety from pirates.
And so, the Snow Hidden Village's shinobi found steady work escorting, guarding, and securing the nation's growth.
Pipelines and railways spread across the snowy land, creating jobs and binding cities closer together.
Meanwhile, after more than a year of tireless research, the scientists perfected large-scale geothermal generators.
Their installation had already begun. A once frozen land would soon thaw, warmed by the very earth beneath it.
Compared to the bitter, hopeless past, the change was astonishing. The standard of living had risen so high that the people's hearts beat as one.
They cherished their new Daimyo, Kazahana Koyuki, and her vision for a future without suffering.
And yet, behind it all, stood the shadow of Obito.
Though he rarely interfered directly, and though his subordinates often cursed the workload he piled on them, it was his ideas that shaped this reborn nation. His vision guided their steps.
Looking up at the dazzling fireworks that painted the sky, Obito drained the last of his wine and set the empty bottle down.
Then, with a calm motion, he picked up the mask at his side and fastened it once again over his face.
Before White Zetsu or Tobi could say a word, he spoke calmly:
"I have something to do."
And with that, his figure blurred and vanished into Kamui's void.
The rooftop fell quiet.
White Zetsu and Tobi stared at the spot where he had stood.
Then, almost in unison, they grinned.
"Hehehe… he must be going on a date."
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The rain never changed.
No matter the season, no matter the year, it poured endlessly over Amegakure. Heavy clouds pressed low against the sky, muffling the city in a curtain of gray.
Raindrops hammered rooftops, rippled canals, and trickled down the rusted pipes of old factories.
Obito stepped from Kamui's void into the downpour, the water splashing across his black cloak.
The white mask concealed his face once more, his Sharingan glimmering faintly through it.
Seventeen years in this world… and still, this place looked the same.
The Land of Rain. A nation of sorrow.
Inside the tallest tower of Amegakure, the sound of rain against the steel walls was a constant rhythm... steady, unrelenting.
Konan stood by the window, her body draped in the familiar black cloak patterned with crimson clouds. A single blue origami flower rested in her hair.
Her amber eyes were fixed on the city below, seemingly deep in thoughts.
She didn't notice him at first, lost in thought, until the air rippled behind her. A subtle distortion, too familiar to mistake.
Her breath caught. For an instant, her body stiffened, startled by his sudden appearance.
Then she exhaled slowly, and without turning fully, she let her gaze drift back to the storm outside.
"…You."
The word was soft, almost drowned by the downpour, but it carried weight.
Obito's eye softened. A faint, almost invisible smile tugged at his lips beneath the mask.
He stepped forward without a sound.
Konan didn't move as his arms slid around her from behind, his cloak brushing against hers. The warmth of his chest pressed lightly against her back, steady and unhurried.
For a heartbeat, she remained rigid, her hands still resting on the windowsill. The rain outside drummed harder against the glass, filling the silence.
Then, slowly, Konan's shoulders eased. She leaned back, just enough to let herself rest against him.
Then, before she could stop herself, the words slipped out:
"…Why are you here?"
The question came quiet, almost casual, but as soon as it left her lips her heart lurched. Idiot… what if he thinks I didn't want him here?
Inside, she screamed at herself, panic twisting through her chest. What if he misunderstands? What if he thinks I don't...
But on the surface, she kept perfectly calm. Her voice had been even, her face composed, as though the question meant nothing.
Of course, he noticed.
Obito's head tilted slightly, and from behind the mask came the faintest chuckle.
"Because I do have something to do here," he said at last, his tone calm and blunt, as though there could be no other answer.
Before Konan could form a reply, Obito moved.
He released her gently, stepped around her, and with a simple motion placed a small, lacquered box on the table beside the window.
Then he looked at her. Nothing more. No explanation. No words. Just that steady, unblinking gaze through the hole of his mask.
Konan blinked, startled for the second time that night. Her eyes lowered to the box, then back up at him.
"…What does this mean?" she asked in a careful tone.
Still, he said nothing.
That silence made her cheeks grow warm, a flush creeping across her face.
The implication was clear enough, and she hated how easily he could make her feel cornered without uttering a single word.
"Tch…" she breathed softly, but she reached for the box anyway.
Inside was a carefully folded dress... simple, but undeniably beautiful.
It was a deep indigo silk kimono-style dress, with flowing sleeves that brushed just past her wrists and a sash of soft silver tied at the waist.
The fabric shimmered faintly, like the reflection of moonlight on rainwater.
Small embroidered patterns of paper cranes traced the hem... subtle, elegant, and unmistakably chosen with her in mind.
Konan's fingers lingered on the fabric, then gave him a look... sharp and pointed, as if to say clearly, I'm going to change now.
But Obito didn't move. He didn't turn away, didn't even pretend to be considerate. He simply stood there, silent and unmoving, the hole of his mask fixed on her.
"…Haa." Konan exhaled a helpless sigh. There was no winning with this man.
Resolutely, she set the box aside and began to change right there, her movements calm and fluid, like unfolding origami.
She didn't bother with shyness... not with him.
She knew full well that even if she asked, he wouldn't step outside.
When she finally slipped the indigo fabric around her shoulders and tied the silver sash at her waist, Konan stood tall again by the window.
The dress fit her perfectly... graceful, dignified, and quietly radiant, just like her.
Obito's gaze lingered, silent for a moment. Then, finally, he spoke.
"…This dress suits you quite well."
The compliment, blunt but sincere, made Konan's breath catch.
She drew in a deep breath, fingers lifting nervously to brush through her blue hair.
"Well… thank you," she murmured softly, her voice steadier than she felt inside.
And so, without another word, Obito placed a hand on her shoulder.
Space folded, and the two vanished.
When they reappeared, the endless rain of Amegakure was gone. In its place stretched a quiet town in the Land of Snow, alive with lanterns and laughter.
The air was crisp but no longer bitterly cold the geothermal generators spread warmth even here.
Families strolled the streets, children tugged their parents toward vendors, and the smell of roasted fish drifted through the air. Fireworks from earlier still lingered faintly in the sky.
Konan's amber eyes widened ever so slightly.
Though she didn't say it aloud, she was moved. This was a place reborn, no longer the rain wasteland it once was.
Then her amber eyes shifted toward the man beside her.
It clicked instantly.
He had brought her here… on a date.
For a heartbeat, surprise flickered in her chest but it was quickly replaced by something else.
Her lips curved into the faintest smirk, subtle yet undeniable, a rare crack in her usual calm.
That tiny smile made her already striking face glow even more, as if the falling snowflakes themselves had chosen to frame her beauty.
Obito, as usual, said nothing. But he walked beside her, and that alone was enough.
They passed through the streets, Konan pausing to watch the children tossing paper lanterns into the sky, Obito standing by was slightly awkward at first then he also adjusted.
She lingered by a stall selling folded paper charms, fingers brushing the designs.
He glanced at them once, then looked away, as though the sight was far too obvious.
Eventually, Konan's gaze was drawn to the new "cinema hall," its wooden frame buzzing with excitement from the gathered crowd. A poster out front showed a heroic samurai in dramatic brush strokes.
"…" She gave Obito a small glance, and without needing to ask, he let her lead the way inside.
The hall was simple... wooden benches, a faint smell of oil lamps, and a white sheet stretched taut against the wall.
When the reels began, the flickering images of samurai and tragic romances danced across the screen.
Konan sat still, her eyes following every moment with quiet focus. Her posture softened as the story played out, the flickering light painting her face in pale hues.
Obito, on the other hand, looked utterly unimpressed. Beneath the mask, his Sharingan blinked slowly, the faintest twitch at his brow betraying his boredom.
His thoughts wandered to far more important things. This is supposed to be entertainment?
But he still held on.
Because as he sat there in the dim hall, Konan's hand shifted almost imperceptibly on the bench between them. Then, with a careful, almost shy movement, her fingers brushed against his.
For a moment, Obito didn't react. His gaze remained fixed on the screen.
But Konan's hand pressed just slightly closer, and her fingers slipped between his, locking together in a gentle, sneaky intertwine.
She kept her eyes on the movie, her expression calm and composed, but her heart beat faster.
Obito finally turned his eyes toward her, studying her profile in the glow of the projector.
He smiled slightly and held her hand tightly.
After the cinema, the two wandered through the streets lit by lanterns until the smell of food drew Konan's steps toward a small open-air restaurant.
The wooden tables were set beneath paper lanterns, steam rising from hot bowls of soup and grilled skewers sizzling over the fire. Families and couples filled the place with quiet chatter.
Obito followed without a word, letting her choose the spot. They sat at a low table tucked into the corner, where the lanternlight flickered against the falling snow outside.
When the food arrived... grilled river fish, warm rice, and steaming broth, Konan picked up her chopsticks gracefully, as though it were the most natural thing in the world.
Obito, however, made no move to remove his mask. Instead, he lifted his hand, and with a subtle flicker of Kamui, the space just before his mouth distorted.
He casually slipped a piece of fish into the void and chewed in silence, the mask never shifting.
Konan froze for half a heartbeat, then her amber eyes softened. She exhaled through her nose, a tiny sound between disbelief and amusement, before shaking her head speechlessly.
"…Honestly," she murmured, lips curving into a small, rare laugh.
The sound surprised even her. It was warm, unguarded...something she rarely allowed herself.
But just as quickly, she pressed her lips together again, forcing her composure back in place, her expression smoothing into its usual calm.
Yet the faint pink on her cheeks and the sparkle in her eyes betrayed her.
Obito paid no mind to the slight, joking look in her eyes.
He simply used Kamui once more to take another bite, calm and composed as ever.
The usefulness of Kamui, after all, was never lacking.
After finishing her meal with graceful composure, Konan picked up a napkin and wiped the corner of her lips. When she finally lifted her gaze, Obito was already looking straight at her.
For a moment, neither spoke. The lanternlight flickered between them, quiet and steady.
Then Konan's lips curved into a faint smile. "Thank you," she said softly.
Before he could respond, she reached delicately into the inner sleeve of her indigo dress and pulled out a neat bundle of money. With a slight blush warming her face, she set it down on the table.
"I'll pay for it this time," she added, her tone calm but betraying just a hint of shyness.
Obito's eyes twitched slightly.
He had forgotten. Konan wasn't just the Angel of Amegakure. She was also one of the richest women he knew.
Obito's eyes lingered on the bundle of money, then shifted back to her. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
"…It's not over yet," he said quietly.
Konan tilted her head, her blue hair brushing against her cheek. "Hm?"
But Obito only shook his head, as if to say he wouldn't reveal anything more.
Though puzzled, Konan rose gracefully and followed him out of the restaurant without another word.
She had long since learned that trying to pry answers from him was useless if he wanted her to know, he would show her.
A ripple of space swirled into existence, and Obito led her through.
When the distortion faded, they stood in a place unlike the bustling streets of Snow's town. Instead, the world opened into a quiet, untouched lake deep within the Land of Snow.
The water stretched wide and still, a flawless mirror reflecting the night sky. Above them, the full moon glowed silver, its light rippling across the lake's surface.
Snow-dusted pines circled the shore, the entire scene hushed, serene, and breathtaking.
Konan's lips parted slightly. The reflection of the moon in her amber eyes shimmered with quiet wonder.
Obito didn't speak. Instead, he lifted a hand subtly, signaling to the shadows at the treeline.
White Zetsu and Tobi slipped out, having followed him this far. They grinned at each other knowingly, then set to work.
Within moments, the stillness of the night was broken by a streak of light.
Bang!
A flower of crimson fire bloomed high above, scattering sparks that painted the lake in dazzling color.
Another followed, then another... gold, blue, violet, bursting one after the next until the heavens themselves seemed alive.
The lake below captured it all, doubling the beauty as the fireworks danced across the mirrored water.
Konan stood in silence, her amber eyes wide, the fireworks painting shifting colors across her face. The lake reflected it all, turning the night into something almost dreamlike.
Obito, for once, wasn't watching the sky. His gaze lingered on her instead... on the rare, unguarded joy in her expression, on how the light caught her indigo dress, on how she looked even more breathtaking than the scene itself.
Then he felt it.
Konan's hand tugged at his cloak, pulling him down toward her. Their eyes met, amber meeting crimson, the fireworks painting them both in fleeting colors.
Her lips curved into a small, mischievous smile.
"Although you're just mean… a bastard and incredibly annoying sometimes," she began softly, her voice sharp but trembling with warmth.
"So annoying that you made me yours. But even then, you weren't satisfied, were you? You lustful man… you even went and stole my heart, too."
Obito's eyes widened slightly, caught off guard by the mix of bite and tenderness in her words.
Then her smile softened, turning sweeter, almost fragile.
"I love you… mask bastard," she whispered.
Boom!
A deafening firework split the sky, brighter than all the rest. Crimson and gold burst overhead, their reflection blazing across the moonlit lake.
The light danced across Obito's mask, across Konan's radiant face, and his own stunned expression.
Before he could gather himself, Konan leaned closer. He instinctively used Kamui, bending space just enough for Kamui to part his mask.
And then, without hesitation, her lips pressed against his.
The fireworks roared above, the lake shimmered below, and for that single moment, the entire world seemed to fall away leaving only the two of them.
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