The Forgotten Uchiha
"Shisui is dead?"
The news took Obito by surprise. He had to find out the truth.
From Obito's perspective, Shisui Uchiha was not someone who would die so easily. Even against a Kage-level opponent, Shisui's abilities—enhanced by his Mangekyō Sharingan—made him an overwhelming force. His mastery of the Body Flicker Technique and the fearsome Kotoamatsukami made him a near-impossible target to eliminate.
With this in mind, Obito began to suspect that the news was nothing more than a smokescreen, perhaps a trick by Shisui himself to disappear from the world.
However, after infiltrating Konoha and lurking in the shadows for several weeks, Obito confirmed the grim reality.
Shisui was truly dead.
He had chosen to take his own life to prevent a civil war between the Uchiha clan and Konoha.
Obito found this laughable.
Uchiha Shisui—the only Uchiha Obito had considered a true threat after Minato Namikaze's death—had not fallen by his hand, nor on the battlefield, but had died in such an absurd and meaningless way.
Yet, as Shisui's enemy, Obito felt an undeniable sense of satisfaction.
With Shisui gone, nothing stood in his way. He could now manipulate Konoha's Uchiha clan as he pleased. The perfect pawn had already been prepared—Uchiha Itachi.
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While the Uchiha held a clan meeting, Obito sought out Itachi at one of Konoha's training grounds.
Even from the shadows, Obito could see that Itachi's training was relentless. His discipline was far beyond that of an ordinary Jonin. Every movement was precise, every strike calculated. It was as if he was dancing on the edge of a blade.
To Obito, it was a performance—one executed with such perfection that even a veteran warrior would pause to admire it.
As Itachi finished his routine, Obito emerged without a sound.
A shuriken flew toward him, whistling through the air. Obito caught it effortlessly between his fingers, his gaze settling on Itachi, who remained wary.
Obito chuckled. "This isn't the first time we've met. Why the hostility?"
Itachi said nothing. Instead, he leaped back and launched a barrage of shuriken, weaving hand seals in an instant.
"Fire Release: Phoenix Sage Fire Technique!"
A flurry of fireballs shot toward Obito, the heat distorting the air. But the true danger wasn't the flames—it was the hidden shuriken embedded within them.
Yet, Obito remained motionless. The projectiles passed through his body harmlessly. A smirk formed beneath his mask.
Itachi's eyes narrowed. Though unsurprised, he knew for certain—this masked man possessed the Mangekyō Sharingan.
Obito observed him with amusement. "Still bitter that I killed your teammate? If I hadn't, you wouldn't have awakened your Sharingan. In a way, you should be thanking me."
Itachi remained impassive. Long ago, he had learned that anger was meaningless.
After a brief silence, he spoke. "You didn't come to Konoha just to see me. What do you want?"
Obito tilted his head. "You. You are the Uchiha I've been looking for. The one who will leave this village and follow me."
Itachi's expression didn't change. "Become a rogue ninja? Be branded a traitor? I have a family."
Obito wasn't disappointed. He had expected this answer. "I won't force you. But in time, you will see that Konoha and your clan are chains holding you back. When that time comes, you will leave willingly."
Itachi's gaze darkened. "And who are you?"
Obito paused, then replied, "Just an Uchiha the world has forgotten. My true identity doesn't matter. What matters is that I can show you the truth about this world."
Without another word, he vanished into a spiraling void.
Itachi stood in silence. The only Uchiha with such power was Uchiha Madara—a figure from history. But if Madara were alive, how old would he be now…?
He dismissed the thought. The real issue wasn't the masked man's identity—it was the inevitable conflict between his clan and the village.
Shisui's death had delayed the coup, but like a compressed spring, the tension would eventually snap back.
It was only a matter of time.
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Obito walked through the dimly lit streets of Konoha, stopping near the Heroes' Cemetery.
Buried here was his past—his dreams—and most painfully, Nohara Rin.
Black Zetsu emerged from the shadows, a knowing smile creeping across his face. "I knew you'd come. But I didn't think you'd be so concerned about Shisui, even after his death."
Obito's gaze remained distant. "I'm not here for Shisui. I came to ensure that Uchiha Itachi is guided correctly. Now that he possesses Shisui's eye, he's the perfect pawn. He may even become useful to Akatsuki."
Black Zetsu tilted his head. "Nagato is already powerful enough to collect the Tailed Beasts. Why keep recruiting?"
Obito turned his gaze toward Zetsu, his voice carrying a hint of disdain. "Nagato is short-sighted. He only wants to use the Tailed Beasts to intimidate the world. He never truly considered executing the Eye of the Moon Plan. When he finally assembles the Ten-Tails, who do you think will be able to stop him? You? Me?"
Black Zetsu remained silent. He had his own plans, but this was not the time to reveal them.
Obito continued. "We need a contingency. When the time comes, we will move against Nagato and take the Rinnegan before he realizes what's happening."
Zetsu studied Obito. "And you think Itachi is the key to this?"
Obito smirked. "If nothing else, he will be a tool. He will join Akatsuki in time. Once he does, his fate is no longer his to decide."
Obito lost interest in the conversation, his gaze drifting toward the cemetery gates.
Standing there was Hatake Kakashi, carrying flowers and fruit, preparing to visit the graves of fallen comrades.
Obito watched as Kakashi knelt before a tombstone marked with his own name and Rin's.
Kakashi's voice was quiet but steady.
"Obito, Rin… I've come to visit again. Things in the village haven't changed much. Minato-sensei's son is growing up, but the village treats him like an outcast. I see it, but I can't change it. All I can do is watch…"
He exhaled heavily. "But I believe in him. Naruto has his father's strength, and one day, the villagers will see it too."
Obito's Sharingan glowed faintly under the moonlight.
Even now, Kakashi still clung to those old bonds.
Kakashi suddenly felt a presence and looked around, but all he saw were trees swaying in the wind.
Obito and Black Zetsu had already vanished.
Kakashi sighed, rubbing his temples. "I must be exhausted…"
After one last glance at the gravestone, he turned and walked away, unaware that the ghosts of the past were still watching.
And in the darkness, Obito's resolve only hardened.
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