Konoha: Naruto's abnormal life choices

At this moment, Obito's mind was in chaos.

The name "Nohara Rin" reignited a love buried deep within him for over twenty years.

He recalled every moment spent with Rin—how she used to care for him, how she looked when she died, and now, what Naruto had just said.

If Rin could see what he had done over the years... what would she think?

Naruto's words sent a tremor through Obito's soul, and he almost lost control of his emotions.

How does he know I'm Uchiha Obito?!

Who leaked this?

Was it Uchiha Madara?

No, that's impossible. Madara's dead. He still needs me to carry out his plan. He wouldn't expose me.

It must be a blind guess.

Yes—that's it. Just a bluff.

I can't admit I'm Obito. No matter what.

"What are you talking about? Nohara Rin? I don't know anyone by that name."

Obito narrowed his eyes and forced his voice into a rasp. "My name is Uchiha Madara!"

He expected shock, disbelief—maybe even fear. But instead, Naruto and Orochimaru just smirked at him with thinly veiled disdain.

"Stupid pig," Orochimaru sneered. "If you were really Uchiha Madara, I'd be dead already. What kind of joke are you trying to pull—looking like some confused kid in your twenties?"

Obito was caught off guard. No one had ever dismissed his strength like this before. For years, he had used Kamui to dominate battles. Other than his defeat at the hands of the Fourth Hokage, no one had truly threatened him.

But now, in a fight with Orochimaru, he was actually on the back foot.

Still, even if it was true...

Obito refused to admit he was Uchiha Obito. He was terrified Naruto or Orochimaru might actually dig up Rin's grave and use Impure World Reincarnation.

He would never allow that.

"Hmph. Pointless mind games," he spat, swinging an iron nail at Orochimaru. "You won't get anything from me."

Meanwhile, Naruto chased after Kisame. "Orochimaru! Once this fight's over, we're digging up Nohara Rin's grave. I want her to hear everything Uchiha Obito has done."

Orochimaru laughed coldly and advanced on Obito. "Sure. I'll have my people search every graveyard. I'm sure Obito was sentimental enough to build a tombstone. If we search near the old battlefield, we'll find her eventually."

Naruto nodded. "When we do, we'll ask Nohara Rin why Obito killed her friends, her teacher—and helped destroy the village she loved."

Orochimaru chimed in. "We'll ask her if she wants revenge on the man who ruined everything in her name."

"If you dare touch Rin's body, I'll kill you!!!"

Obito exploded in rage. He could no longer contain himself.

Just the thought of Rin being defiled—dug up like a tool—was unbearable.

And worse, he couldn't face the idea of seeing her again. Not like this. Not with all the things he'd done.

Damn them.

I won't let them touch her!

"Whoosh!"

Orochimaru slashed his blade toward Obito's throat, taking advantage of his emotional state.

He had already analyzed Obito's weaknesses. Naruto had briefed him well. Kamui could only protect Obito so long. Orochimaru didn't need to kill him instantly—just find a single moment of hesitation.

And now, Obito had shown that weakness: Nohara Rin.

Orochimaru could endlessly regenerate using the cursed seal's chakra. Obito couldn't phase forever.

He's lost the mental edge.

He's not thinking clearly. Not when Rin's involved.

"I swear on my life, even the Sage of Six Paths couldn't stop me from doing this," Orochimaru hissed.

Obito's lone Sharingan widened in fury.

Murderous intent spilled out of him like waves.

He didn't care about tailed beasts. Or plans. Or victory.

He wanted these two bastards dead.

"Die, both of you!!"

He launched himself at Orochimaru.

The iron nail pierced Orochimaru's heart.

The Kusanagi sword stabbed through Obito's chest.

This time, there was no Kamui. No tricks.

Just raw emotion. Just hatred.

It was the first time since awakening his Mangekyō Sharingan that Uchiha Obito had fought with the intent to die.

But Orochimaru had no such plans. With a chilling smile, he split open his mouth and slithered out a new, goo-covered body.

"Twin Snakes Mutual Death!"

He grabbed Obito's hand and forced a seal, activating one of his deadliest forbidden techniques.

If the target was hit, death was guaranteed.

But thanks to the death-sense instilled in countless battles, Obito snapped out of his madness at the last second.

He activated Kamui, vanishing just before the technique triggered.

Boom!

Inside the Kamui dimension, Obito collapsed, panting on the cold ground.

He lay there for nearly five minutes before slowly pushing himself upright.

Then, he snapped.

"I just wanted a world where Rin was alive..."

"I'm not wrong!"

"I did everything because I loved her!"

"Rin, you won't hate me, right?"

Obito screamed and hurled iron nails into the air, imagining Naruto and Orochimaru laughing at him.

But eventually, he dropped to his knees.

Tears streamed down his half-rotted face.

He had killed Konoha's comrades.

Minato.

Kushina.

All for a dream that might never have been real.

"Rin... you wouldn't blame me... would you?"

In his mind's eye, she appeared.

She smiled gently, brushing his hair like she used to.

"You did it all for me. How could I blame you?"

Warmth surged through Obito's heart.

Yes... that was his Rin.

No one else understood him—but she would.

Just like always.

But suddenly, her expression changed.

"You... you killed our comrades."

"You were part of the Uchiha massacre."

"You killed Sensei... Minato-sensei...!"

Her eyes burned with betrayal.

She stabbed him with a phantom kunai, and that image—the real Rin—became his worst nightmare.

"AHHHHH!"

Obito shrieked and curled up, trembling.

"No... no!"

"You can't hate me!"

"I won't let them bring you back and make you hate me!"

"I'll protect your body. I'll protect you from them!"

In an instant, he vanished from the Kamui dimension—not to save Kisame, or capture the Two-Tails.

He went to the place where Rin's body was buried.

Even if every member of Akatsuki died tonight, he would protect her grave.

The sky was painted in crimson. The setting sun cast long shadows across the battlefield, like blood on the earth.

With Obito gone, Kisame now faced both Orochimaru and Naruto Uzumaki alone.

"The Nine-Tails brat," Kisame muttered, "Didn't think you'd grow so strong in just a few months. Not a bad way to lose."

Then he smiled grimly. "But I'm not going down without a fight."

Naruto looked at him with calm eyes. "You sure talk a lot. I liked you better back in Konoha—less whining, more rebellion. You were easier to beat then."

Kisame blinked, slightly stunned.

He chuckled, then rushed at Naruto with his remaining strength.

Even with a missing arm, he wasn't the type to beg for mercy.

"Kyuubi brat! My arm may be gone, but I still have taijutsu! Let's see you dodge this!"

Naruto didn't move.

He simply stood, waiting.

Kisame couldn't even grip his sword anymore.

Orochimaru made his move.

Like a phantom, he appeared at Kisame's side and sliced clean through his torso with the Kusanagi sword.

"Lord Naruto said you talked too much."

The blade sank into Kisame's mouth, silencing him forever—crushing teeth, tongue, and all.

Kisame looked up at the sky—his face blank.

He had always known he wouldn't die peacefully.

No ninja did.

But he still felt a pang of regret.

He had never seen the peaceful world Obito promised.

A world without war, betrayal, or mistrust.

"I really... wanted to see it..."

The last thought flickered through his mind as his eyes slowly shut.

Samehada, sensing his death, detached and slithered toward Naruto, attracted by his potent chakra.

Naruto picked up the living blade, smirking.

Even Kisame's loyal sword had betrayed him.

Orochimaru bowed deeply. "Lord Naruto, I failed to capture Uchiha Obito. Please punish me."

Naruto waved him off. "Don't waste time. Kamui is broken. It's not your fault."

He examined Samehada thoughtfully.

"Clean this up. Take Kisame's body. He was strong in life—he'll be strong after reanimation."

"Yes, sir."

Orochimaru sealed the body away in a scroll.

"Obito escaped. Kisame's dead. Wonder how Itachi and Zetsu are doing…"

Naruto gazed into the distance where three Susanoo warriors clashed like titans beneath the crimson sky.

A glint of longing appeared in his eyes.

Every man dreams of piloting a Gundam.

Even Naruto.

"If I sat on Izumi while she piloted Susanoo... wouldn't that count as piloting a Gundam?"

Under the blood-red sky, three Susanoo giants fought in a deadly triangle.

Itachi's was a blazing orange-red—armed with the Yata Mirror and Totsuka Blade, already in its third form with crow-armor enhancing its defense.

Sasuke's was deep violet, wielding a massive bow that doubled as a shield. Quick and agile, it emphasized long-range offense.

Izumi's was radiant white. She held a single horizontal blade, built purely for brutal, straightforward attack—but lacked real defense.

While it looked like a 2-on-1, Sasuke and Izumi had only activated the second form of Susanoo.

And compared to Itachi, both were still green.

In truth, they were only barely managing a draw.

But Itachi's real weakness wasn't their numbers.

It was his own body.

His vision was blurring, eyes leaking tears and blood.

He forced his movements, dodging the attacks of his brother and former love.

His optic nerves were screaming in agony.

"Izumi awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan too…"

"Was it... during the Uchiha massacre?"

"Her ability must relate to resurrection… or feigned death…"