naruto-story Chapter 250 Obito: We can't let Madara Uchiha destroy Rin's world!
Chapter 250 Obito: We can't let Madara Uchiha destroy Rin's world!
Chapter 250 Obito: We can't let Madara Uchiha destroy Rin's world!
Early morning, Konoha Dungeon.
Danzo opened his eyes, not with the confusion of someone just waking up, but with only a coldness shining through his cloudy pupils.
He didn't get up immediately, but kept staring straight at the ceiling, as if he was still deeply immersed in the afterglow of last night's dream.
After a long pause, he mumbled something with difficulty, his dry throat parched.
"So this is what my life has been—how utterly ridiculous it all is—"
An indescribable sense of sorrow slowly spread throughout Danzo's body.
Scenes from last night's dream resurfaced before Danzo's eyes. Tobirama Senju's eyes remained fixed solely on Hiruzen Sarutobi, completely ignoring him and not even recognizing his own name.
The things he held onto for most of his life, his belief that he was the rightful heir to Tobirama's will, were the foundation of his toughness in front of the monkey.
Now, it's all a joke.
Just then, a slow footstep sound came from the end of the dungeon corridor, gradually approaching.
Immediately afterwards, a concerned voice came from the dim light: "Danzo—are you—alright?"
Upon hearing that familiar voice, Danzo's heart skipped a beat.
His lips twitched, a self-deprecating sneer escaped his lips, and he let out a disdainful snort.
The next moment, he stood up and stared at the person who had come.
It was an old acquaintance, Hiruzen Sarutobi.
At this moment, Hiruzen stood quietly outside the iron bars, gazing at his old friend in the cell in the dim light.
The dim light outlined his wrinkled face, his expression complex, a mixture of regret and worry.
Their eyes met, and Danzo calmly and coldly said, "Zan, you must be extremely smug right now, aren't you?"
"Ha, no matter where he is, Tobirama Senju only has eyes for you. You've won."
"Seeing me completely humiliated and looked like a ridiculous bum, you must feel pretty good, right?!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Hiruzen Sarutobi's expression changed slightly. He sighed with mixed feelings and said, "Danzo, is that how you see me—?"
"Enough!" Danzo abruptly waved his hand, roughly interrupting him. "Stop pretending to be so magnanimous in front of me. I hate this pathetic look of yours the most. You're not Hokage anymore, so why did you come to this dark dungeon so early in the morning? Did you just want to see me in such a sorry state?!"
"——"
Hiruzen Sarutobi was speechless for a moment.
"Come on!" Danzo suddenly opened his arms and let out a near-mad shout, "Look! Look all you want! Hahaha!" His maniacal laughter echoed in the narrow, empty dungeon.
Hiruzen Sarutobi stood quietly in place, not saying another word, letting Danzo vent his resentment with a snarling laugh.
The sorrow in his eyes deepened, and he finally let out a deep sigh, his voice filled with exhaustion.
"I'm just—worried about you. Danzo, calm down. That dream last night was very impactful for all of us. I understand how you feel, so I came to check on you—."
"My condition?" Danzo scoffed dismissively. "Hmph, I'm perfectly fine! I've never felt better!"
He slowly raised his head, a strange and cold smile on his face.
"You don't need to trouble yourself with my affairs!"
Before he could finish speaking, Danzo abruptly turned around, resolutely turning his back to Hiruzen Sarutobi, refusing to look at him again.
Hiruzen Sarutobi stared blankly at the back of his former comrade-in-arms, which seemed to keep everyone at arm's length, and opened his mouth but could not utter a sound.
His aged eyes were filled with sorrow and helplessness.
Finally, he sighed, knowing that saying anything more would be of no use.
The dungeon fell silent once more.
Hiruzen Sarutobi lowered his head, silently turned around, and left the cell with heavy steps.
Meanwhile, in Amegakure Village.
Dark clouds piled up in the sky, obscuring the light of dawn through layers of rain.
Inside a secluded house in Amegakure Village.
The figure who had been lying quietly on the bed was suddenly awakened from his dream and sat up abruptly!
"Huff! Huff!"
Heavy breathing echoed in the silent room, mixed with barely concealed tension and fear.
Obito pressed his forehead tightly, feeling a sharp pain in his mind. The last scene of the dream was like a nightmare that he couldn't shake off.
Madara Uchiha's terrifying eyes, which seemed to see through everything, looked at him!
He was all too familiar with that gaze; it was icy cold, carrying an air of dominance that looked down upon all living beings.
"Madara—is back!"
Obito's pupils contracted sharply, and a layer of cold sweat had seeped out of his back, a chill slowly creeping up his spine.
"impossible!"
"If Nagato used the Rinne Rebirth technique to revive Madara, it couldn't have escaped my notice—there haven't been any unusual signs from the Akatsuki organization all this time."
Reason told him that Madara Uchiha could not possibly "come back to life" so easily.
At least for now, there is no evidence that Nagato used the Samsara technique without authorization.
Moreover, Ban's physical body was already decaying and old, and even if he were to survive by sheer luck, it would be impossible for him to awaken on his own without anyone's help.
Obito desperately tried to suppress his inner turmoil with his analysis, but the terrifying sense of oppression Madara exuded when he appeared in the audience was undeniably real.
I wish it were just a dream.
Ironically, it was a dream that felt even more real than reality.
Someone must have taken action.
Who is it?
He took a few deep breaths, barely managed to calm himself, and blinked hard to make sure he was back in familiar reality.
Obito got up, slowly walked to the window, and lifted a corner of the curtain.
Suddenly, a cold rain curtain came into view.
Towering black buildings loomed in the distance, their massive metal pipes crisscrossing as rainwater cascaded down from the eaves.
Obito gazed silently at the endless rain, and the chaotic thoughts in his mind gradually cooled down.
The current situation is not ideal, but at least it's not imminent.
Nagato and Konan openly control the Akatsuki organization, while he, under the guise of "Uchiha Madara," hides in the shadows, not only able to control the overall situation secretly but also able to reunite with Rin through that strange dream world.
For the group with ten, this is already the best possible outcome.
The thought of the vivid girl in his dream who would smile gently at him brought a touch of warmth to Obito's somber, single eye.
In his dream, Lin's clear eyes and gentle voice were so real that he didn't want to wake up.
Obito's throat tightened involuntarily, and an uncontrollable longing and yearning welled up from the depths of his heart.
What stirred Obito's heart even more was that the dream might really bring Rin back to the real world!
This hope is undoubtedly achievable and real; it is a hope that can be clearly seen.
For this reason, the Eye of the Moon plan, which he once firmly believed in, is no longer of much use.
The Eye of the Moon Project was just empty talk that Madara told him; no one had ever implemented it, so its effectiveness and reputation were unknown.
This dream is renowned and unforgettable; those who have experienced it never forget it.
Even a genius like Itachi Uchiha couldn't escape the allure of dreams.
Before encountering that dream, he firmly believed that the Infinite Tsukuyomi was the only salvation, the only way to create a perfect world, a world where Rin existed.
But now Obito's breathing has become somewhat rapid without him realizing it.
He already has a world with Lin!
Moreover, Lin in the dream possesses entirely different unknown possibilities.
The thought of scenes that could only be viewed by paying money made Obito's heart pound with a mixture of elation and fear.
The ecstasy was that hope was within reach, but the fear was that this hope was under great threat, Uchiha Madara!
Just thinking of that name sent a chill down his spine.
Madara Uchiha is the biggest and most unstable variable!
That legendary ninja who lay dormant in the shadows for decades to carry out his plan is an uncontrollable variable capable of destroying the current balance.
If his return comes to fruition, it would mean that the Eye of the Moon Project will be out of Obito's control.
At that time, if the Infinite Tsukuyomi is actually activated, whether I will still be able to enter that dream world will be a big question mark.
However, this was not Obito's deepest fear.
The most terrifying thing is that since Madara Uchiha was able to appear in the audience of the dream, he naturally also had the opportunity to directly break into the dream world!
Obito's pupils suddenly contracted, and he felt as if his blood had frozen in an instant.
What if—what if Madara Uchiha really entered that dream world where Rin existed?
All indications suggest that...
Lin's death is inextricably linked to him.
Obito dared not think any further; a bone-chilling cold instantly shot up his spine, making him shudder.
He had a strong premonition that once Madara Uchiha entered that world...
Something absolutely terrible is going to happen.
Immediately afterwards, a strong protective instinct suddenly exploded in his heart.
Because of fear, humanity has learned courage!
No—absolutely not!
He would never allow anyone to destroy that world!
Obito suddenly came to his senses and realized that his back was soaked with cold sweat.
He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the fear and anxiety churning within him.
Beneath the mask, his previously furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and a cold determination replaced his earlier panic and unease.
Yes, he would never let Madara destroy that world!
He must find a way to uncover the truth behind Ban's return as soon as possible.
As I pondered this, the sky gradually brightened.
That morning, Obito did not immediately activate Kamui and head to Konoha after waking up, as he usually did.
He simply sat quietly on the edge of the bed, letting the morning light from the window fall on his orange mask, as if waiting for something that was bound to happen, or perhaps waiting for something.
Sure enough, a few moments later, a familiar but slightly hurried knocking sounded at the door.
"Come in."
Obito raised his head upon hearing the voice, trying his best to make his voice sound calm and authoritative.
"Oh? Did the sun rise in the west today? You're actually in the room!" With a creak, the door was pushed open, and a figure in black and white peeked in.
Zetsu's strange, half-black, half-white body entered the house. He saw Obito sitting calmly inside, and his eyes widened dramatically.
"You'd usually be long gone by this time, why are you here this morning?"
He feigned surprise and exclaimed, but secretly chuckled to himself.
It seems that Lord Madara's appearance has had an effect.
Even this kid, Shi, has moments of fear?
Hmph, let's see if you dare to continue to neglect the plan like this!
Obito listened quietly to Zetsu's teasing, neither responding nor showing any sign of anger.
He simply sat silently, his single eye beneath the mask fixed on Jue's face, taking in every subtle change in the other's expression.
A moment later, Obito slowly spoke, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger: "Zetsu—there's something you might not know yet."
On the surface, Zetsu appeared to be listening attentively, but in reality, he found Obito's sudden change in seriousness ridiculous.
"Uchiha Madara—." Obito's voice was mysterious. He paused, stared intently into Zetsu's eyes, and said, word by word, "He's back."
The moment the words left his mouth, the air seemed to freeze.
After Obito finished speaking, the entire room fell into a deathly silence, with only the sound of pattering rain outside the window.
A look of utter shock appeared on Zetsu's face: "Wh-what?! Lord Madara is back?!"
He exclaimed in exaggerated surprise, his body jolting violently as if in disbelief, his black and white face filled with bewilderment and confusion.
"How is this possible? The Reincarnation Technique shows absolutely no signs of activating! You must be having some ridiculous dream, or have you received some incorrect information?!"
He's definitely a veteran Oscar winner.
This series of reactions was performed flawlessly, without revealing the slightest flaw.
Obito remained silent, coldly staring at Zetsu, taking in his current expression.
Zetsu has always claimed to be the embodiment of Madara Uchiha's will, and Obito has always been wary of him for many years. However, at this moment, Zetsu's performance is impeccable, which makes Obito doubt his own judgment for a moment.
Obito frowned slightly, his heart sinking a little.
He could not detect anything unusual in Jue's expression at this moment.
The shock, confusion, and even the intense concern were so realistic, as if Zetsuko truly knew nothing about Uchiha Madara.
Could it be that I'm just overthinking things?
Is it absolutely unrelated?
But besides Zetsu, who else would want Madara Uchiha to return?
In an instant, the seed of self-doubt sprouted in Obito's heart.
Obito pondered for a moment, a shadow of gloom flashing in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.
"Let's go, it's time to execute the plan," Obito said in a deep voice, and strode straight toward the door.
Jue paused for a moment, then quickly followed two steps, his face full of confusion.
"Wrong? Today—isn't there anything more important to take care of? Like—going to Konoha again?"
For some time now, Obito has been secretly going to Konoha every morning using his Kamui ability, and it's unclear what he's been up to.
However, Obito did not stop walking, as if he had not heard Zetsu's words and did not respond in any way.
He walked straight out the door, silently making a vow in his heart.
Lin, this time I will definitely protect the world where you are!
Despite the relentless pounding of the cold raindrops, Obito's figure vanished into the endless rain of Amegakure in an instant, leaving only a resolute and cold silhouette in Zetsu's back.
As Jue watched the two men disappear into the depths of the rain, their bewildered expressions vanished, replaced by a sinister, eerie smile.
The corners of the black half-face's mouth were slightly smirked, while the eyes of the white half-face gleamed with inexplicable excitement. The two completely different expressions intertwined, creating an inexplicably strange scene.
As expected—Uchiha Madara is the best motivation.
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