"You mean Sasori has taken no action within the Umbrella Organization and is only focused on puppet research?"
Beneath the swirling Uzumaki mask, a cold, emotionless Three-Tomoe Sharingan gleamed—sharp enough to freeze the world.
Black Zetsu bared a jagged grin.
"He's constructed a colossal mechanical puppet—dozens of meters tall. Its combat capabilities seem impressive. But… he hasn't shown the slightest interest in gathering intelligence on the Umbrella Organization."
Obito relied on Black Zetsu for intelligence. In the entire shinobi world, no one could match Black Zetsu's skill in reconnaissance and manipulation.
By now, most information concerning the Umbrella's branch bases had been gathered—except for the three primary bases.
And beyond those core facilities, the Umbrella Organization's purpose seemed strangely… benign.
Many of its outer bases were dedicated to improving civilian life or creating simple technological advancements. The true complexities were hidden inside the main bases—those untouched by Black Zetsu's influence.
"So they worship this thing called 'scientific technology,' right? Pathetic. Chakra is the foundation of everything—they've already strayed from the only correct path."
Obito's understanding remained limited by the intel he had. From what he knew, the Umbrella sought to empower ordinary civilians—encouraging them to rise against the current shinobi hierarchy and overturn the existing world order.
"Madara… should we push forward the Eye of the Moon Plan ahead of schedule?"
Black Zetsu's tone was respectful—but in truth, he was guiding Obito's thoughts.
The Umbrella's sudden rise was an unpredictable force. And Black Zetsu would not allow any variable to threaten his millennia-long plan. He was closer than ever to freeing his mother—closer than he had been in a thousand years—and he would tolerate no interference.
Obito's mind wavered.
A force as powerful as the Umbrella would undoubtedly impact their plan. The Eye of the Moon was originally intended to begin in six months…
"Inform Nagato about the Umbrella," Obito ordered, voice icy with absolute authority.
"But unless we face critical disruption, the plan will not begin early. The Eye of the Moon Plan must not fail."
"Yes!"
Black Zetsu sank into the shadows and disappeared, leaving Obito alone with his own desires and delusions.
"Rin… I'll create a world for us," he murmured.
"A world with you, with Kakashi, with sensei… Everything will be perfect…"
Black Zetsu arrived in the Land of Rain soon after, reporting the Umbrella news to Nagato. He deliberately omitted Sasori—pawns squabbling among themselves was beneath concern.
After all, in matters of intelligence… who could rival him?
Nagato listened in silence, troubled.
The Umbrella's ambitions conflicted with the grand design entrusted to him by "Madara."
Worse yet—Uzumaki Naruto was currently sheltered by the Umbrella Organization.
More importantly… the Nine-Tails within Naruto.
The Tailed Beasts must be united. Only with the revival of the Ten-Tails could they impose peace upon the Five Great Nations—a world where war was deterred by absolute power.
To Nagato and Obito, the Umbrella sought to seize the world by stirring civilian upheaval. Even if the current rulers failed… how could anyone guarantee peace? New leaders could still lead villages into war.
But neither of them understood the Umbrella's true intent.
They did not seek to stand above the Five Great Nations…
They sought to abolish the system itself.
To unite all villages.
To reshape the shinobi world entirely.
True unification.
After long contemplation, Nagato reached his decision:
"Convene an Akatsuki meeting."
A day later, every member returned to Amegakure.
"Leader," Sasori muttered darkly, "why summon us now? I still have work to do."
Nothing was more important to him than perfecting his "Eternal" body.
Itachi remained silent, scarlet eyes deep and unreadable.
He had searched for Sasuke recently… and found nothing.
Just then, Konan stepped into the room — skin pale as paper, icy and expressionless like a winter sculpture.
"Allow me to introduce our new member," she said calmly.
"This is Hiruko. He will replace Kakuzu and take the position of the new Ursa Major."
"And this is Tobi. He will replace Hidan — codename San-tai."
Her clear voice echoed across the chamber.
Obito — now fully masked as Tobi — was unexpectedly elevated to full Akatsuki membership. In the original timeline, he had only ever posed as a harmless intern. Yet here, the situation had already changed.
"Ahem. Silence. We have important matters to discuss."
Pain's Rinnegan swept across the gathering. The room fell instantly quiet. Under Pain's absolute dominance, none dared entertain disobedient thoughts — his power had already been proven beyond doubt.
This was the authority of a god.
"Due to the unpredictability of the Umbrella Organization, and to ensure the absolute execution of our plan — I have decided to begin early."
"And… take a look at these documents."
Pain scattered a stack of dossiers across the table. He turned toward Black Zetsu and White Zetsu.
"Zetsu, deliver this information to the daimyō of each of the Five Great Nations. The Umbrella Organization must be exposed… let them draw attention away from us."
The documents were passed from hand to hand.
The conclusion was unanimous:
The Umbrella's ambitions were vast.
"Hahahaha — with the Umbrella taking the spotlight, our plan is guaranteed to succeed!"
Deidara shouted, excitement burning wild in his eyes. The prospect of chaos thrilled him — the world would finally witness his art.
Around the table, expressions varied:
Itachi — calm, unreadable
Deidara — manic and eager
Hiruko — intrigued
Kisame — grinning, sharklike delight on his face
Tobi — acting goofy and harmless
Sasori — emotionless within his puppet shell
Nagato — radiating divine confidence
Pain continued issuing orders with firm resolve:
"Mission assignments:
Deidara and Tobi — capture the One-Tail and the Seven-Tails.
Hiruko and Sasori — capture the Three-Tails and the Six-Tails.
Uchiha Itachi and Kisame — capture the Two-Tails and the Eight-Tails."
"As for the rest — Konan and I will handle them personally."
Nagato's voice reverberated within the dim chamber. Beneath their masks, Obito and Zetsu exchanged a silent spark of anticipation.
"Meeting adjourned."
Pain offered no further explanation — his will was absolute. The members dispersed one by one.
The butterfly effect created by Naruto and the Umbrella had already sent the shinobi world drifting into an unpredictable future.
Outside, in the Land of Rain… drizzle fell endlessly, blanketing the nation in sorrow.
This country was sick.
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