Obito believed the tailed beasts were under Konoha's control.
But that wasn't quite true. To be precise, they were in Kurama's hands.
Zetsu, ever curious, showed interest in Konoha's unusual stockpile of tailed beasts.
"Obito, do you know why Konoha collects the tailed beasts?"
"I'm not sure either," Obito replied, "but there's something worth paying attention to."
"Oh? What's that?" Zetsu leaned in, intrigued.
"Kurama's status. He's not just any tailed beast. Even the current Fifth Hokage, Tsunade, shows him respect."
"Heh... interesting. That's no ordinary man then."
Right now, Obito craved power.
If he wanted to take the Nine-Tails from Kurama and claim that power, he'd have to rip it from Konoha.
Then... he'd be one step closer to casting the Infinite Tsukuyomi.
"Zetsu, you said you could help me gain a stronger power. What exactly is it?"
Zetsu's grin curved with mystery.
"It's not me who will give you that strength," he said, "but someone you wouldn't expect."
"Who?"
"Someone deeply connected to you, to Konoha, and to the Uchiha clan."
Zetsu paused dramatically.
"A man who once stood toe-to-toe with the God of Shinobi, Senju Hashirama—the former leader of the Uchiha Clan... Uchiha Madara."
"What?!" Obito felt the name like a blow to the chest.
Uchiha Madara?
"Isn't he dead? Who the hell are you really?"
Zetsu chuckled darkly. "There are more truths in this world than you're prepared for. If you don't believe me, come and see for yourself."
Obito hesitated. That name, Uchiha Madara, was like a phantom from history—one rarely mentioned, let alone believed to be alive.
Before another word, Zetsu and Obito vanished into the dense forest.
Meanwhile, back in Konoha, Rin was already claimed by Kurama.
Obito's carefully guarded feelings, his long-buried confession... shattered.
Rin had betrayed him.
To Obito, it was like the whole world had turned on him.
And if the world betrayed him—then it didn't deserve to exist.
In the new world he envisioned, Rin would belong only to him.
A world where he could rewrite fate.
Desire denied breeds obsession. Obito's fixation was no different.
Seeing Rin and Kurama together had fractured something deep inside him.
His mind erupted with darkness, raw emotion fueling a surge of chakra so intense it triggered the evolution of his dōjutsu.
His Sharingan twisted violently—into the Mangekyō Sharingan.
This was the curse and nature of the Uchiha Clan.
Just as in the original timeline, where the death of Rin awakened Obito's Mangekyō Sharingan—here, it was her betrayal.
Rin's rejection, Kurama's possession of her, the world's cruelty—it all made sense now.
To Obito, this was a warped reality where love was lost and justice was a joke.
As long as shinobi existed, there would be killing. Blood. Betrayal.
This world was fundamentally broken.
So he would tear it down and rebuild it—a world where Rin lived and loved him alone.
From that thought onward, his descent accelerated.
Soon, he would inherit Madara's legacy, unseal Kurama, and battle the Fourth Hokage in the name of chaos.
Kurama, of course, found this all amusing.
"So... that brat opened his eyes that way? Tch, humans are always a mess of hormones and hurt."
Things were getting interesting.
Kurama and Rin continued their... activities well into noon.
Kurama didn't stop until Rin was on the verge of tears, begging for mercy.
Her legs wobbled as she stumbled out of the bedroll, face flushed, voice hoarse.
It was all going exactly as Kurama had predicted.
"With Obito and Zetsu meeting right now... let's see what kind of monster that brat becomes."
Rin barely managed to pull on a clean robe.
"Master Kurama, let me... let me prepare lunch."
Kurama waved a clawed hand lazily.
"No need, Rin. I'm not even hungry. I just finished breakfast—heh, you were the main course."
Rin blushed furiously but obeyed. She knew better than to argue.
"Yes, Master Kurama. Rin will rest well. Please go on with your duties."
Even though she felt exhausted and sore, there was a strange warmth in her heart. A twisted comfort.
Meanwhile, far from Konoha, Zetsu led Obito into a shadow-drenched cavern deep underground.
A grotesque array of pipes and ancient machinery snaked through the earth like veins.
There, attached to life-support tubes and surrounded by stone coffins, sat an old man with long, graying hair.
His body was skeletal but preserved, kept alive through forbidden ninjutsu and Hashirama's stolen cells.
"This man is Uchiha Madara," Zetsu said with reverence.
Obito froze.
The aura was suffocating, ancient, commanding.
Zetsu moved closer.
"Master Madara," he said, "I brought you a gift. A surprise even you didn't expect."
Madara's withered eyes slowly opened, flickering with faint recognition.
"Ah... someone approaches. Who's this brat?"
Zetsu grinned wider.
"His name is Uchiha Obito. Like you, he's of the Uchiha clan. And he's already awakened his Mangekyō Sharingan."
Madara's lips curved into a faint smirk.
"Hmph... another fool chasing ghosts. Show me your eyes, boy."
Obito, trembling but unable to resist, lifted his head.
His bloodshot eyes swirled with the Mangekyō.
Madara's smirk grew sharper.
"Good... Very good. Maybe this world hasn't gone completely to hell after all."
"His name is Uchiha Obito. Like you, he is from the Uchiha clan.
Moreover, now he has awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan."
Zetsu chuckled.
"Interesting, it seems I've finally found someone I can trust."
Thus, Uchiha Madara began teaching Obito the fundamentals of Yin-Yang Release and the specialized genjutsu required to control the Nine Tails.
He also explained the drawbacks of the Mangekyō Sharingan—specifically, the progressive blindness it causes with repeated use.
This information proved invaluable to Obito.
Tsunade wasn't the only one with access to Hashirama's DNA.
Madara had an entire network of clones and culture vats, and from this collection, Obito was implanted with Hashirama Senju's cells.
To Madara's surprise, Obito displayed a rare affinity for adapting to the cells of the First Hokage. His body didn't reject the power—in fact, it flourished.
He even began to awaken Wood Release techniques.
Now with Hashirama's cells coursing through him, Obito no longer feared the deterioration of his eyesight from the Mangekyō Sharingan. The regenerative properties of Hashirama's chakra shielded him.
It also vastly increased his chakra reserves.
Madara didn't hold back. He passed on everything—his knowledge, techniques, history, and ideology.
He even informed Obito about Nagato, the wielder of the Rinnegan.
With Obito chosen as his successor, Madara had completed his final task.
Now, there was only one thing left.
He approached Obito, tubes still sticking from his back, each breath heavier than the last.
And then, he spoke.
"Obito, from today onward, you are Uchiha Madara... Take this name and reshape the world."
With his final words spoken, Madara unplugged the life-sustaining tubes and collapsed, passing away for good.
Obito felt the weight of the moment, but also a strange lightness. He was free now—unseen, masked, and powerful.
He found an old orange spiral mask and slipped it over his face.
Now, the world would not see Obito—it would see Uchiha Madara.
He would cloak the world in that legacy of fear and reverence.
"Zetsu, what's next? Should we retrieve the remaining Six-Tails and Seven-Tails before Konoha gets to them?"
Zetsu replied, "No, Obito. Let Konoha gather the Tailed Beasts. Let them do the heavy lifting. That's part of the plan."
A wicked grin spread under Obito's mask.
Yes. Let them play their part. Konoha… even Kurama… were just pieces on the board.
Infinite Tsukuyomi was inevitable.
Nagato still posed a variable. If he refused to perform Rinne Tensei and revive Madara… well, that too could be managed.
Because the truth was already woven into fate.
The Rinnegan Nagato wielded was originally Madara's.
And it had been implanted into Nagato without his knowledge.
One way or another, Nagato would be forced to use Rinne Tensei to bring Madara back.
So, for now, Obito and Zetsu would wait.
Konoha's collection of the Tailed Beasts would make their job easier.
Zetsu cackled.
"Everything is falling into place perfectly."
He had been monitoring Kurama's group from the shadows, and the timing of Obito's recruitment couldn't have been more perfect.
Konoha, with their precious beasts, wouldn't be smiling for long.
Elsewhere…
Killer Bee, Jinchūriki of the Eight-Tails, had arrived at the gates of Konoha.
"Yo, yo, check the flow, I'm here to steal the show! Killer Bee in the house, don't act slow!"
The gate guards collectively groaned.
He'd visited a few times before. The rap wasn't getting any better.
"Welcome back, Bee-san. Here for another summit?"
Killer Bee struck a pose.
"Nah, I ain't goin' in today. Gotta speak with Kurama, no time for delay."
The guards exchanged glances.
Did he ever not rap?
"Alright, alright, wait here. We'll summon Lord Kurama."
Moments later, Kurama himself arrived, towering and composed, no longer in fox form but in human guise—the one he took while operating within the village.
"Killer Bee. Always a pleasure. What brings you here this time?"
At Kurama's presence, Bee straightened up and dropped the rhymes—for a moment.
"Ahem… I've got an urgent matter, Kurama-sama. Something we gotta discuss—away from prying ears."
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