Chapter 23: Chapter 23
Besides, he had something that needed to be done soon, and now was a perfect time to do it.
He scoured the room for paper and a writing utensil, and once he found what he needed, he plopped down on the floor and began to write.
His memories prior to his time as 'Tobi' were hazy at best, but it would help him to write down what he knew for future reference.
He could come back to it should his mind fill some of the holes and gaps in his memory, but for now, marking the major events in sequential order was all he needed to do.
First, was obviously the Kannabi Bridge mission. That mission was Obito's first step into the darkness, however small.
Next was Rin's death. Prior to that was the sealing of the Sanbi wherein she became it's Jinchūriki, the label being the cause of her death.
This event was not so much of a step so much as a complete(-ly stupid) leap into darkness and insanity for Obito. Obviously, the same wouldn't happen again this time, whether she died or not.
Not like he would let her die, however; she was one of the three people he decided he would save. And that was exactly what he was going to do, damn it.
After that was his meeting with the Ame Orphans as "Uchiha Madara." Obito paused his writing and tapped the ground with the pencil as he thought about the odd trio.
He wasn't quite sure what to do with them. On one hand, he could kill them and ensure that they couldn't be used. On the other hand, he could simply destroy Nagato's borrowed Rinnegan and therefore allow them to live.
He sighed as an image of an orange-clad blonde popped into his mind. '… Or, I could spare and bring them back to Konoha, like Naruto would probably want.'
Truth be told, any of the aforementioned paths would help Obito complete his task, but the first and second would be much easier.
If he chose the third option, he would have to not only make certain that no one got ahold of the Rinnegan, but would also have to try and convince the three to come and live in Konoha.
Nagato having his innate fear of Konoha-nin, along with the fact that the three were quite attached to their home, wouldn't make things easier.
Their whole purpose at this point, if Obito was correct, was to try and form a new regime in Ame and openly oppose Hanzō's ways.
He would know; he had used their pure ideals, the loss that resulted from it, and the brief insanity incurred from said loss to his advantage in order to conscript both Nagato and Konan to the Akatsuki.
The Uchiha's eyes narrowed as he rolled the current Ame-leader's name around in his head. One thing that he could be certain of was that Hanzō had to die.
When, he wasn't sure, and without Yahiko's death it was more than likely that Nagato wouldn't be prepared for the position of leader as soon as he had been previously.
Perhaps Obito could stage Hanzō's death this time around so that Nagato could take his place without any conflict?
The Uchiha shook his head. No, because then there was still the issue of Danzō.
Deciding that that particular subject was one he didn't want to dwell on(it would no doubt ruin his morning), he jotted down a few notes to consider about the whole ordeal and moved on to the next major event.
His mouth set in a grim line, in-between a nostalgic smile and a regretful frown. The Kyūbi Attack, A.K.A. the day Naruto was born and the day both Minato and Kushina died.
Aside from that bare information, Obito wrote no more and instead opted to fold the paper. There was nothing else to be written about it; the whole attack itself was staged by him under Madara's hand, and he wasn't planning on playing the role of 'Madara's puppet' again. Not without a plan to bring him down.
And he sure as hell wasn't going to sacrifice the lives of his sensei and nee-san for this.
No, he was going to change things, and he had about two years to ensure that Madara wouldn't be able to so much as look at Konoha with his rotted Sharingan eyes.
Obito's eyelids fluttered closed and he inhaled a deep breath before exhaling. When he opened his eyes, his irises were blood red with swirling, black pinwheels at their center.
He glared down at the piece of folded parchment in his hand and watched as it twisted and bent, until there was not a trace of it left.
It was kept safe in his separate plane of existence, where no one could access it without his eyes.
He knew it was a rather belligerent use of the almost all-powerful technique, but it wasn't as though Obito was skilled enough in Fūinjutsu to keep the scroll safely sealed up.
He'd be a fool to think that he could keep his secrets utilizing seals while he lived under the roof of two of Konoha's best Fūinjutsu masters, and a third that visited from time-to-time.
His best bet was the Kamui, however unorthodox and excessive it may've been.
He winced at the sudden pressure that seemed to build up behind his eyes, sending him into waves of nausea.
He gripped his head, as though trying to keep the disorientation from increasing despite the fact he knew it would do nothing.
It almost felt like someone had slammed a hammer into the back of his skull and ruptured his eyes, only to pour liquid fire into his eye sockets.
A shaky hand came up to press against his eyes, which felt sore and as though they had their own individual hearts, what with the unnerving pulsating he could feel from them.
He removed his hand when he registered that a thick, wet substance trickled down his arm.
Obito stared blankly at the blood that streamed down, absently noting the metallic smell and sting of the substance in his already irritated eyes.
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The trio of Chūnin had made their way to the Hokage tower as Minato's note had instructed them to do, two of them still fighting off the last vestiges of sleep that gripped them, the third deep in his thoughts.
When they finally arrived, Rin immediately bounded up to Minato. "Minato-sensei! You weren't there this morning, did you have a mission?" The man chuckled at the almost puppy-like antics of his female student.
"It's good to see you guys too, and, well…" He scratched his head. "… No, I didn't have a mission. But let's go get your mission, ne?" He began herding the trio into the Hokage's office.
Obito eyed his sensei suspiciously. The blonde looked oddly drained of his usual energy and vigor, and his usually vibrant complexion and hair looked much paler than usual.
"Ah, Minato, Team Seven, here for your mission?" The team immediately turned to face the Sandaime and bowed with a unanimous, "Hokage-sama" in greeting.
"Yes, Team Minato, reporting in for placement on the active duty roster once more," Minato spoke fluidly, his paleness betraying the facade of being 'fine.' "I understand that skirmishes along the border have not been going well and that we are bound for a greater conflict, but I would like my team to maintain a stream of D-Ranks if you don't mind, Hokage-sama."
Obito tensed at Minato's words. With key words of 'border' and 'greater conflict,' it was easy enough for the time-traveler to realize that the Third War was about to begin.
"Of course," Hiruzen replied calmly, a wreathe of smoke circling above him. "What with recent events, it is acceptable that you would want your team to have some time to adjust."
Minato sent a grateful smile to the elderly Hokage. "Thank you, Hokage-sama. The mission…?"
"D-Rank, client is Madame Shijimi, wife to the Daimyō," three groans were heard at the mention of the name; they knew exactly what mission they were receiving.
The elderly Hokage gave an amused smirk at the reactions. "Mission: the retrieval and delivery of Madame Shijimi's cat, Tora."
When they had received their mission slips and left the office, Minato turned to his three students with a strained smile. "I'm afraid I have to leave now, you guys know what to do, right?"
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