[The Sixty-Second Year of Konoha, July 29th.
Under Grandpa Madara's guidance, my Yin-Yang Release has advanced by leaps and bounds.
After practicing on Orochimaru and numerous experimental subjects…
I can now use Yin-Yang Release to reshape cells, tissues, organs… even entire bodies!
Holy crap, Grandma, I've made it big!
I think I might have gained the ability to rewrite human lifespans!
...
September 19th.
Today is Grandma's seventieth birthday.
I originally planned to extend her lifespan by twenty years using Yin-Yang Release.
But I accidentally overdid it… and turned her back into her twenties.
Grandma immediately grabbed the broom next to her and chased me down several streets…
Wuhu! Death is like the wind—always by my side!
It's been so long since I had this much fun… Ula!
...
September 20th.
凸(艹皿艹 ) Damn those unethical newspapers, what kind of nonsense are they publishing?!
"Shocking! The True Face of the Fifth Hokage!"
"Chased Through the Streets by a Young Woman—All Because of This!"
"The Fifth's Scandalous Love Affair? Don't Miss Out!"
"The Hero of the Shinobi World Turns Heartless—A Moral Collapse, A Twist of Humanity!"
Damn it, you guys just wait!
I'm about to fire up my Susanoo and have a little chat with each and every one of you.]
Obito closed his journal.
He glanced at the ink-black night sky outside and curled his lips into a sinister grin.
"Hehehe… A moonless night, perfect for murder and arson."
Obito stood up, draped a black cloak over himself, and walked to his cabinet. He pulled out a long-forgotten white mask.
"Awaken, hunting hour."
With a chilling laugh, he donned the mask and leaped out of the window. His black silhouette merged with the darkness, vanishing in an instant.
"Brother Tobi always settles his grudges before the night is over!"
...
Under the full moon.
Obito crouched atop a telephone pole, watching as smoke billowed from the newspaper office in the distance. A wicked grin tugged at his lips.
"Hmph. That's what you get for slandering me. Brother Tobi has been too lenient with you all!"
The night wind brushed against him.
Obito plopped down on the pole, swinging his legs as he sank into thought.
"Hm… If I go home at this hour, I'll definitely wake up little Hagoromo and the others."
"But if I don't go home… what else is there to do?"
Just then, a certain woman's graceful figure surfaced in his mind.
Riding the lingering thrill of his earlier antics, Obito made an impulsive decision.
"…Maybe I should go see her?"
A hint of hesitation flickered across his face.
After a brief moment of deliberation, he activated Kamui.
...
Amegakure.
Thin silver strands of rain drifted down like silk, pooling into ripples upon the ground.
Obito stood like a phantom outside an ancient palace, separated from the person within by just a single wall.
"…Well, I'm already here. Might as well take a look."
Sighing, Obito stepped into the palace.
The night was cool as water, rain slicing through the air outside, while inside, silver candlelight flickered gently.
A woman with delicate, picturesque features reclined on a sandalwood chair at the center of the hall.
She was draped in a light red fur robe, carefully examining the documents in her hands under the warm glow of the candles.
Obito cleared his throat, suppressing his complicated emotions as he chuckled.
"Ahem. I've long heard that the ruler of Amegakure is diligent and works tirelessly."
"Now that I've seen it firsthand, I must say, the rumors were true."
Upon hearing his voice, the woman didn't rush or panic. She calmly straightened herself, placed her documents aside, and gazed down at Obito with a commanding air.
"You stand before me, yet you do not kneel?"
Her voice was cold and imperious, laced with a faint hint of resentment.
Obito scratched his head, looking slightly awkward.
"With our relationship, do I really need to kneel?"
She looked at the man before her, emotions stirring within her.
"The last time we parted, you were still just a boy… and now…"
"You've grown so much." Konan murmured softly.
"Uh…"
Obito instinctively glanced down at himself, then quickly realized his mistake.
To ease the awkwardness, he blurted out, "You've aged, Konan."
Konan let out a wistful sigh and smiled self-deprecatingly.
"Yes, I have grown old."
Years of tirelessly managing Amegakure had left traces on her face—fine lines, silver strands at her temples.
"…So, after all these years, why have you come back?" Konan asked softly.
She would have preferred never to see him again, so that when he remembered her, it would only be of her most beautiful self.
Obito stepped closer, fiddling with his fingers as he spoke.
"Well… I actually snuck a few visits before."
Konan's eyes widened in shock.
"So that's why I always felt like someone was watching me when I bathed?!"
Obito's eyes widened in equal shock.
"Wait, wait, Konan! Is that really how you see me?!"
Konan nodded without hesitation.
"Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm."
Obito: "…"
The two of them drew closer.
Konan's chest rose and fell as she muttered, "Hmph. I don't know what my guards are even doing, letting you come and go as you please."
Obito laughed heartily, his voice brimming with confidence.
"Oh, come on, Konan, don't be too hard on them."
"I mean, let's be honest, how many people in this world can actually stop me now?"
Konan rolled her eyes and quipped, "Oh? Seems like someone's gotten pretty full of himself now that he's a big shot."
Obito mimicked her and rolled his eyes back.
"Oh? Seems like someone's gotten pretty high and mighty now that she's the ruler of a nation, demanding kneeling and all."
"You brat, do you want a beating?!"
Konan shot up from her chair and smacked at him.
Pa!
Obito caught her wrist midair and, without thinking, held her hand.
Konan froze.
"Brat, what are you…"
Ignoring her question, Obito concentrated, using his experience from earlier that day.
Just like that, Konan's body reverted to her twenty-year-old self.
Looking at her reflection in shock, Konan gasped, "How is this possible?!"
...
That night, Obito squatted outside his house until dawn. When morning came, he slipped inside and busied himself in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for his family.
A soft smile graced his lips as he whispered to himself,
"I may know a few beautiful women, but in my heart, there's only ever been Rin."
Just then, a small head peeked over his shoulder, big eyes gleaming.
"Honey, when did you meet these beautiful women? And why have you never mentioned them before?"
"And from the way you said it… it sounds like there's more than one?"
Obito's body went rigid.
I'm doomed.
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