Obito slowly opened his eyes, a scarlet glow flickering within them.
Almost instinctively, he activated his Sharingan again. As expected, his left eye displayed a three-tomoe Sharingan, while his right eye was a Mangekyo Sharingan.
To restore the power of these eyes and push them to evolve, he had spent a full five years working at it.
Even though he possessed abundant pupil power, and even had an incredibly powerful Mangekyo Sharingan supporting him, every time he was on the verge of breaking through the bottleneck and completely evolving his reborn Sharingan to a higher level, another "Obito" would always appear, mercilessly blocking his path forward.
Thinking of this, Obito's gaze gradually turned cold, carrying a chill that could make one's spine go numb.
He took a deep breath, then used Kamui, instantly opening a passage to another dimension.
As a distorted flash of light twisted through the air, Obito's figure vanished from where he stood.
———
When he reappeared, he was already inside the Mountains' Graveyard.
A white figure, its entire body emitting thick, rolling black smoke, was bent over a worn wooden table, busy at work.
This White Zetsu was none other than Moryo.
Because the body of a White Zetsu did not perfectly match its soul, prolonged use would cause it to deteriorate and decay.
Therefore, special medicines had to be regularly prepared to maintain its normal function.
With careful movements, he slowly poured two mysterious liquids into the same container.
The moment they met, a pale blue mist rose gently, drifting through the air like a thin veil.
Moryo stared at the scene without blinking, the corners of his lips lifting slightly into a satisfied smile.
Then he reached out, grabbed the test tube containing the mixture, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.
As the liquid slid down his throat, he let out a comfortable breath, an expression of extreme satisfaction appearing on his face. He then slowly closed his eyes, as if savoring some wonderful change.
Sure enough, before long, the black smoke seeping from his body began to thin out.
Clearly, that strange liquid he had just drunk was taking effect.
Although Moryo kept his eyes tightly shut, as if asleep, in reality, he had already keenly sensed Obito's arrival, yet had no intention of opening his eyes.
"Failed, didn't you?", Moryo suddenly spoke. Though phrased as a question, his tone was completely certain.
Faced with Moryo's question, Obito did not respond immediately. Silence fell over the surroundings.
And that silence was the clearest answer of all.
Finally, Moryo slowly opened his eyes, looked toward Obito, and said in a low voice, "I told you. As long as you don't get rid of that man, you'll never achieve true success."
"Hmph!"
Obito let out a cold snort, "Do you think Konoha is that easy to break into?"
"There are plenty of forces that hold grudges against Konoha. There's no need for us to do it ourselves."
A thoughtful look appeared in Obito's eyes, "You mean them?"
Then he shook his head, "They're too weak. The Fourth Hokage is in Konoha."
Moryo let out a low chuckle, "If that's the case, why not go discuss it with your other partner?"
The "partner" he referred to was naturally Black Zetsu.
But by now, the relationship between Obito and Black Zetsu was already just for show. The trust between them had long since collapsed.
The reason Obito was so desperate to increase his strength was to take revenge on Madara, the one who had once controlled his fate.
The cruelest kind of revenge would be to crush Madara into the dirt at the very moment he was most triumphant.
To Obito, everything he had suffered was a nightmare, and the ones responsible, whether Madara or Black Zetsu, were both destined to be on his list for revenge.
But carrying out that revenge wouldn't be easy. After all, if you want to strike iron, you need to be strong yourself.
Madara had been revived. If he couldn't even beat him, wouldn't that just make him a complete joke?
Now filled with hatred, Obito wanted nothing more than to completely destroy the entire ninja world, which happened to align perfectly with Moryo's ideals.
Compared to forming an alliance with the cunning and treacherous Black Zetsu, Obito felt that working with Moryo might be the safer choice.
After all, one more ally meant one more source of strength, and with a shared goal, their cooperation would naturally go more smoothly.
"Face the cruel reality! With the strength Konoha has shown so far, there's no way you can shake its foundation on your own."
"Only by joining forces with other powers can you possibly uncover Konoha's true depth."
"Even though the Fourth Hokage's Flying Thunder God Technique is indeed a huge problem."
"But don't forget, Konoha Village is right there. As long as we create chaos, we won't have to worry about lacking opportunities."
After hearing Moryo's words, Obito fell into deep thought for a long time before finally nodding slowly.
"Then let's first see how far his plan has progressed."
As soon as he finished speaking, Obito's figure flickered, instantly diving into the Kamui space and heading straight for Black Zetsu without stopping.
Moryo, meanwhile, lightly clenched his hand.
'This body is really too inconvenient.'
———
Warm steam filled the bathroom in Uchiha Rengoku's home, and the hot water in the bathtub rippled gently.
Rengoku lay comfortably in the water, feeling the flow caress his skin. It was as if every pore in his body had opened, fully enjoying this rare moment of relaxation.
He let out a long breath and thought to himself: 'Although my body doesn't feel particularly tired, the massive amount of memories I absorbed is putting pressure on his mind.'
And now, soaking in the tub, that comfort was gradually easing his nerves.
"Taking a bath really does feel great," Rengoku murmured softly.
At that moment, he opened his golden finger, Bond Star.
After all, he had spent a full five years here, and his bonds with many people must have undergone quite a few changes.
The first thing that caught his eye was the information about his clansmen. Those clan members he had harvested once before now had their corresponding stars shining brightly again, full of energy.
This meant that those clan members, who were originally at the two-star level, could now all be harvested again.
Rengoku casually selected one of them. A crisp notification sound rang out:
["Ding, Uchiha Natsuki's level one and level two bonds have been unlocked."]
["Congratulations, host, you have obtained: Chakra fragments 5% + 10%."]
In an instant, an extremely pure stream of chakra surged out of nowhere like a clear spring and rapidly merged into Rengoku's body.
He gently closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and carefully felt this powerful energy blending with himself.
With each breath, the chakra seeped deeper into his bones, eventually merging with him completely.
Rengoku slightly narrowed his eyes, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.
'Then what about clansmen with three tomoe?'
Rengoku clicked on the fruit corresponding to Uchiha Jiyan once again.
["Ding!"]
A crisp notification sounded, and the system's voice followed:
["Uchiha Jiyan's level one, level two, and level three bonds have all been successfully unlocked."]
["Congratulations, host, you have obtained: Chakra fragments 5% + 10%."]
["Ocular power fragments 10%."]
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