get-shopping Chapter 300 Obito: That's right, I am Uchiha Madara...
Chapter 300 Obito: That's right, I am Uchiha Madara...
Chapter 300 Obito: That's right, I am Uchiha Madara...
auditorium.
Everyone held their breath.
Kakashi had already pieced together most of the truth using various clues from reality, and he already knew who the mastermind was that night at Kannabi Bridge.
But when the age spot in the dream was about to reveal his investigation results, everyone was still involuntarily drawn to him.
Especially Kakashi.
At that moment, a large hand gently pressed down on his tense shoulder.
Kakashi turned his head to the side and saw Jiraiya's solemn and serious face.
Their eyes met briefly in mid-air.
Without a word, Kakashi instantly understood Jiraiya's meaning and nodded.
The next second, he looked at the screen again.
Yes, he understood.
They already knew in their hearts who the mastermind was.
The mastermind behind the tragedy at Kannabi Bridge, who used Rin Nohara's death to completely distort Obito Uchiha and indirectly caused countless disasters, is undoubtedly Madara Uchiha.
So, how would this elderly Madara Uchiha recount the truth in his dream?
How much will he say, how much will he hide, and in which direction will he guide Obito?
This information is equally important to those sitting in the audience.
on the screen.
Madara Uchiha slowly announced, "The culprit is—the Fourth Mizukage of Kirigakure—Yagura Karatachi!"
"What?" Obito exclaimed in shock upon hearing this.
[Ding! Emotional fluctuations from Uchiha Obito have been detected! Emotional value +500!]
He froze on the spot, not because of anger or hatred.
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Instead, they felt it was absurd.
It couldn't be Yagura!
How could it be Yagura?!
The young Kakashi standing nearby couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "Yagura Karatachi?"
He frowned, a series of calm and meticulous calculations flashing quickly across his eyes.
"As the Fourth Mizukage, why would he personally plan an attack on a genin squad from Konoha?"
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"Our mission level and personnel composition are not high enough for someone of his caliber to personally pay attention to us, let alone plan an ambush."
"That doesn't make sense."
Madara Uchiha, seated on the stone seat, took in both of their reactions.
He knew very well that both Obito's disbelief and Kakashi's instinctive questioning and deduction were entirely within his expectations.
Ban's lips curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.
Shock is the first step in accepting the harsh truth.
"Children, you are too naive."
Madara Uchiha's voice was deep and cold, carrying a kind of ruthlessness that one rarely experiences.
"In the ninja world, especially in the eyes of the high-ranking officials and Kage of those great powers, the lives of ordinary ninjas are no different from those of roadside weeds."
"In the face of self-interest, what are companions, what are beliefs, what are wills, including the ninjas themselves, they are all just tools."
He slowly shifted his gaze to the young Kakashi.
"Kakashi Hatake, son of the White Fang of Konoha".
"Isn't your father's story enough to make you understand this lesson?"
Kakashi shuddered upon hearing this.
During the time my father had his accident, there were indeed many rumors circulating in the village that were unfavorable to him.
That painful memory, as if a seal had been torn open, surged forth from the depths of my heart.
Madara Uchiha's explanation was calm to the point of being cruel: "Excellent tools will be easily discarded once they no longer fit the so-called big picture."
"Yagura Karatachi has given the order: it doesn't need to conform to your logic, it only needs to conform to the interests of Kirigakure."
"Your partners, your companions, are nothing more than numbers that can be sacrificed at any time in the eyes of such people."
What he was saying was exactly what he wanted to implant into Obito's mind.
Disgust for the existing order.
A complete rejection of the so-called ninja world.
Kakashi frowned and fell into a brief silence.
While Madara Uchiha's words were certainly cold and extreme, they were not entirely without basis.
Although he was still young, he was already quite accustomed to the dark side of the ninja world.
However, it's too hasty to draw such a conclusion and pin all the blame on a certain shadow.
Kakashi slowly clenched his fist.
But Obito, the boy standing directly below him, wasn't listening at all.
Because he knew better than anyone else in the world that Yagura Karatachi could not possibly be the real culprit behind the attack on Rin.
In reality.
He infiltrated Kirigakure and the first person he investigated was Yagura Karatachi, the Mizukage.
Not only that, he also used his Sharingan to control Yagura for several years.
During those years, Obito knew Yagura's daily life, his way of doing things, every order he issued, every battle report, and every meeting record better than anyone else. He witnessed everything and read through every file under Yagura's control.
It could be said that Obito probably knew more about what the Fourth Mizukage had done and didn't do in his life than Yagura himself.
That's why he was so certain that Yagura Karatachi could not possibly be the murderer.
It is clear.
Madara Uchiha was lying to him.
Madara Uchiha could never have failed to uncover the truth.
With White Zetsu's intelligence-gathering capabilities that are almost all-pervasive throughout the ninja world, an attack on a Konoha genin squad that occurred a few dozen days ago was hardly a secret to Madara Uchiha.
He must know the inside story.
If you know this, and still choose to tell such a clumsy lie to your younger self here, then there's only one possibility left.
The real answer was something Madara Uchiha could neither afford to nor want to know.
Could it be that...?
Just then, a voice suddenly exploded deep within his mind.
In reality, Kakashi's words to him echoed clearly: "Didn't you ever consider that the real culprit who killed Rin might very well be Madara Uchiha himself?"
At the time, he didn't believe it, or rather, he didn't want to believe it.
He comforted himself.
Madara Uchiha simply gave him a pair of eyes to see the world clearly, gave him the strength to live, and was a mentor who guided him on the path of redemption.
Obito repeatedly used this explanation to suppress the faint doubt in his heart.
If it's true, then what does all that I've done amount to?
But now, at this moment.
Faced with the clumsy lie uttered by the man with the age spots, Obito could no longer pretend to be stupid.
He's not brainless.
Now that things were clear enough, Obito had pieced together a clear chain of events to reveal the truth of the whole incident.
----I see.
Everything was foreshadowed.
Why did the White Zetsu have been lurking by his side for so long?
Why was Madara Uchiha able to appear at the exact moment he was on the verge of death and dig him out from under the rubble?
Why did Madara Uchiha know so much about his past and understand every detail of the Battle of Kannabi Bridge?
Why did Madara Uchiha repeatedly instill those ideas of hatred and despair in him, guiding him to resent the world instead of pursuing the truth?
Why did he happen to witness Kakashi killing Rin?
Everything now has the most reasonable explanation.
Madara Uchiha was the one who started all of this.
He was the mastermind behind Lin's death.
As for Obito Uchiha, from beginning to end, he was just a pawn on Madara Uchiha's chessboard, moved around at will.
He worked diligently for his enemy's plans amidst the lies they had woven.
hateful!
Although it was the body of a young Obito.
But at this moment, Obito felt something stirring in his empty chest.
[Ding! Emotional fluctuations from Uchiha Obito have been detected! Emotional value +1000!]
Obito had thought that the moment he truly learned the truth, he would be enraged, lose control, and be led by his emotions as he had done countless times before, wishing he could immediately pounce on the old monster in front of him and fight him to the death.
However, the expected rage did not materialize.
Quite the opposite.
He was frighteningly calm.
He felt as if he had suddenly woken up from a nightmare that had lasted for more than a decade, and the lingering fog in his mind was swept away.
My mind is clearer than ever before, and my thoughts are more focused than ever before.
He raised his head and looked at Uchiha Madara on the stone seat.
His gaze was calm and steady, without any sharpness.
but----
Kill him.
The thought rose in my mind, clear and firm.
He must be killed.
Use everything he taught you, and what he considered a flawless plan, to defeat him.
—But not now.
In reality, he had already witnessed the resurrected Madara Uchiha.
And there's also Madara Naruto.
That's a monster that can easily defeat itself.
With his current strength, he doesn't even have the right to know the opponent's trump card.
Obito quickly recalled every detail of that battle, remembering the suffocating feeling he had experienced under that oppressive atmosphere, making it difficult to even breathe.
He still has a long way to go.
"—I need to know him better."
Obito lowered his gaze, concealing the murderous intent surging within him.
"We need to know his weaknesses, we need to learn everything about him."
Just then, a flash of inspiration struck him.
This dream—
Isn't this Uchiha Madara sitting on the stone seat right in front of me a perfect opportunity?
This age spot is now unfolding its conspiracy.
He was imparting knowledge and demonstrating power to "young Obito," attempting to guide his mind and gradually drag him into the abyss.
If he can continue to pretend, continue to play the role of that power-craving, easily manipulated boy, then he can learn everything from this dream version of Uchiha Madara.
Understand your enemy.
Learn from your enemy.
Finally, using everything he had learned from the enemy, he destroyed them with his own hands.
The plan took shape in his crystal-clear mind in an instant.
Madara Uchiha, seated on the stone pedestal, continued to quietly observe the boy below.
He saw Obito's shock and silence, and the bewilderment and hesitation that came from being betrayed by the world.
Madara Uchiha did not speak further.
He is very patient.
He was an experienced angler, sitting quietly on the shore, waiting for the fish to swallow the bait completely.
at last.
Obito took a slow breath.
He raised his head, deliberately making his voice a little hoarse, as if his throat was dry from shock at the truth: "So that's how it is—"
"Yagura Karatachi — The Fourth Mizukage —"
He emphasized the name heavily, as if he hated it so much that his teeth itched, yet it also carried the struggle of just coming to understand it.
Then, seemingly struggling to suppress his emotions, the boy said painfully, "Thank you so much for telling me the truth. You're right, this world—is dark, and those high and mighty people are toying with our fates at will."
"I—I can't keep living like this in a daze."
"I want power, the power to change all of this, the power to take revenge on those bastards who trampled on life!"
Obito's voice grew louder and louder, his hatred building up layer by layer.
"Please teach me, tell me what to do."
"I'm willing to do anything for you, as long as—as long as I can gain the power to take revenge on those guys, as long as I have the chance to change this twisted world, I'm willing to do anything."
This performance was full of emotion and clearly layered.
From shock to doubt, to collapse, and finally to resolute determination fueled by hatred.
It perfectly reflects the mindset of a young man who has just seen the darkness of the ninja world and is eagerly thirsting for power.
Young Kakashi looked at Obito standing in front of him in surprise.
He never expected Obito to say something like that.
"Is it really necessary—" Young Kakashi was shocked. "I was only unconscious for a little over ten days, and Obito's hatred has accumulated to this extent?"
Even considering the brutality of the attack, this change is far too extreme.
He had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
Madara Uchiha listened quietly from his seat on the stone.
The aged face appeared somewhat blurry in the dim light, with only a more pronounced smile visible.
Originally, seeing that Obito remained silent, he thought he had used too much force.
In retrospect, this response has been excellent.
Madara Uchiha was very satisfied with the boy's response.
He lowered his eyes and smiled coldly to himself.
The fish have already willingly hooked themselves onto the fishing hook.
the next day.
early morning.
Inside a dwelling in a corner of a tall tower in Amegakure Village.
On the bed, Obito slowly opened his eyes.
Those eyes held no trace of sleepiness, only a calm and clear-headed acceptance of time.
Every detail of last night's dream was firmly imprinted deep in his mind.
Obito lay quietly, not getting up immediately.
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He simply stared at the ceiling, his gaze seemingly piercing through the cold concrete, landing on some unseen place higher up.
"The performance was a great success!"
Obito could sense that Madara in the dream was quite satisfied with his performance.
How satisfied are you?
Satisfied, in the latter half of the dream, he began to teach them some truly powerful things without reservation.
Of course, what you learn in your dreams needs to be verified one by one in reality.
But whether it's true or not, one thing is certain.
The more the other party shares their knowledge, the closer he gets to his death.
"Just you wait, you old man."
Obito muttered to himself, word by word, the figure sitting on the stone seat.
"The day you're no longer of any use to me—"
"I will use everything you taught me to send you to hell."
He slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Just then—
Tap, tap, tap!
A steady knocking sounded on the door.
Obito frowned slightly.
At this time, the only person who would usually come to his room is Jue.
Especially after learning the truth in his dream last night, his attitude towards Jue has changed from being half-believing and half-doubting to being completely wary.
After all, if Madara Uchiha was the one pulling the strings behind everything...
Therefore, this monster who represents the will of Uchiha Madara is obviously untrustworthy.
Obito remained silent for a moment.
It wasn't that he hesitated about whether to open the door, but rather that in those few seconds he slowly concealed the murderous intent that hadn't completely dissipated in his eyes, replacing it with his usual laziness and indifference.
After he had composed himself and his expression, he said calmly, "Come in."
The door lock clicked softly, and the door was pushed open.
However, the face peering in from outside the door was not the distinct black and white one he had expected.
Instead, he was a man wearing a black robe with red clouds, short orange hair, and a cold expression.
Pain, the Deva.
The de facto ruler of Amegakure, and the nominal leader of the Akatsuki organization.
He stood at the doorway, like a statue cast from steel and cold water, his eyes revealing no emotion whatsoever.
Obito's pupils contracted slightly.
At this time, Payne personally came to the door, and he did so in the form of a celestial avatar.
No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like someone casually saying good morning while passing by.
"Nagato—" Obito suppressed the sudden surge of wariness that rose within him, deliberately maintaining a calm demeanor, even displaying the impatience of a superior, "What brings you here so early in the morning?"
As he spoke, he naturally propped himself up on the edge of the bed, reached out and put on his coat by the bedside. His movements were unhurried and seemingly casual, but in reality, he was always ready to unleash his divine power.
Payne did not answer immediately.
He took a step forward and entered the room.
The door behind him closed under the pull of chakra, cutting off the incessant sound of rain outside, leaving only an extremely oppressive silence inside.
He stopped three or four steps away from Obito.
Those two Rinnegan eyes remained firmly locked on Obito, the purple patterns appearing even more profound in the dim light.
Even Obito, who had seen countless big scenes, couldn't help but feel alarmed when he was under that gaze.
He narrowed his eyes and complained, half-jokingly, "Your eyes look a little dangerous."
Payne seemed not to hear his teasing.
After a moment of silence, he spoke.
"You must be Obito Uchiha."
The air was so quiet that you could clearly hear the raindrops hitting the glass.
Obito's breathing filled the room.
"No!"
He blurted out reflexively, "I am Uchiha Hajime."
However, just as Madara was about to exit, a certain string in his heart suddenly tightened.
Madara Uchiha, resurrected through Edo Tensei, has already appeared in reality.
The real Madara Uchiha has reappeared in the ninja world in a grand manner.
His insistence on using that identity is somewhat ironic.
Moreover, the Rinnegan of the man in front of me was given to me by Madara Uchiha.
The relationship between Nagato and Madara Uchiha was destined to be one of enmity.
The enemy of my enemy is often the most valuable "ally".
Obito's thoughts shifted, and he suddenly realized that this was an extremely rare opportunity.
An opportunity for him to completely shed his mask and step back into the spotlight.
Instead of continuing to use that name as a shield and taking the blame for the real Ban, it would be better to simply reveal the real name and completely shift the blame elsewhere.
With his mind made up, he slowly stood up.
This time, he didn't deliberately lower his voice to create the feeling of a behind-the-scenes expert, nor did he imitate the hoarse tone of the old man with age spots.
He just stood there.
He straightened his back, displaying the posture of a man in his prime, the posture of a man named Uchiha Obito.
He raised his hand and smoothed his slightly messy black short hair back.
Then, he looked at Payne.
"That's right."
"I am Uchiha Obito."
admitted.
It's that simple, that straightforward.
The room fell silent again.
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