69novels Chapter 394 Obito in Action
Chapter 394 Obito in Action
Chapter 394 Obito in Action
Konoha's Eighth Training Ground.
Kai looked up blankly at Yangping, then at Taiyi, scratching his head somewhat embarrassedly: "Ah? Hidden injury? It's alright, Yangping-senpai! My body is a youthful physique that has been tempered and refined countless times!"
Taiyi glanced at Yangping, understood his intention, and nodded: "Alright, it'll be more reassuring to check. Kai, give me your hand."
Kai immediately obediently extended his wrist when Taiyi spoke.
Taiyi placed his fingers on Kai's pulse point, and a warm and peaceful yang attribute chakra slowly entered Kai's body, delicately traveling between his meridians, muscles, and bones.
After a moment, Taiyi withdrew his hand: "There are indeed some minor strains, mainly concentrated in a few joints and muscle groups that have been overworked, all accumulated from high-intensity training. Fortunately, I'm young and have strong recovery ability, so it hasn't developed into a real problem yet."
As he spoke, a soft green light emanated from his palm as he gently massaged Kai's shoulders and knees, focusing on several key areas.
As a warm and comfortable energy flowed in, Kaden felt the subtle soreness from years of training rapidly dissipate, and his body felt as if it were enveloped in a hot spring, an indescribable comfort.
"Wow! This is amazing, Tai! Is it really that effective? I feel so much lighter!" Kai exclaimed in surprise.
"In the future, you should pay attention to the balance between work and rest during training. Stretching and recovery after training are equally important," Taiyi instructed, withdrawing his hand.
Seeing the positive results of Kai's treatment, a glimmer of anticipation flashed in Yangping's eyes. He looked at Taiyi without speaking, but his eyes said it all.
Taiyi naturally understood. He looked at Yangping, smiled slightly, and said calmly, "Relax, Yangping."
Under Kai's curious gaze, Taichi stretched out his hands, his index and middle fingers joined together, and his fingertips gathered a more concentrated and purer Yang attribute chakra than when he had just healed Kai. He gently pressed his fingers around Yangping's eyes.
Yangping closed his eyes and relaxed his mind and body. The incomparably pure Yang Release chakra, like the gentlest warm current, slowly seeped into the meridians of his eyes, enveloping those eyes that were overburdened by using the Mangekyou Sharingan and whose vision was beginning to decline.
Wherever the chakra passes, the minor damage caused by overuse of the eye power, the blocked meridians, and the tired nerves are all gently repaired, cleared, and nourished, just like parched land receiving sweet rain.
An indescribable sense of comfort spread from my eyes, dispelling the long-standing soreness and blurriness, and the world seemed to become clearer and brighter in an instant.
A few minutes later, Taiyi withdrew his hand, the light at his fingertips fading. Yangping slowly opened his eyes, a hint of surprise and gratitude flashing in them: "I feel—much better! My vision is much clearer, and that heavy fatigue has lessened considerably! Taiyi, thank you!"
Tai nodded slightly: "You should be careful with your kaleidoscope; your eyesight has deteriorated even more recently."
His tone became serious, "My current ability to change the nature of Yang attribute has reached a bottleneck. I estimate that once my Yang Release breaks through again, I should be able to completely solve this problem."
He paused, looked into Yangping's eyes, and added earnestly, "Of course, the best medicine is always yourself. Continuously train your body and mind, constantly improve your physical strength and mental power, making them strong enough to bear the burden of the Kaleidoscope—that's the most fundamental solution. A strong physique and mind are the best vessel."
Yangping nodded vigorously, taking Taiyi's words to heart: "I understand! I will train even harder!"
Kai, who was standing to the side, witnessed the whole thing. He stared wide-eyed at Yangping and then at Taiyi, his face full of amazement, but he didn't have many questions.
He was simple-minded and thought that Taiyi's medical skills were truly miraculous, even able to heal the Sharingan of the Uchiha clan. He was indeed worthy of being called the "White Reaper" of Konoha.
As for the meaning behind this? He only felt that Taiyi's willingness to treat Yangping in front of him meant that he trusted him and regarded him as a true friend and partner.
This trust warmed Kai's heart.
Taiichi understood what Kai was thinking as he observed Kai's reaction.
He is no longer worried about his ability to heal the Uchiha Mangekyou Sharingan being leaked.
His strength, status, relationship with the Hokage, and contributions to the village all gave him sufficient confidence and a voice.
Sunlight filtered through the leaves, falling on the three young people.
"Let's go," Taiichi patted the two on the shoulder with a relaxed smile, "After exercising, it's time to replenish our energy. I know a shop that makes pretty good dumplings."
"Oh! Dumplings! Replenish your youthful energy!" Kai responded immediately, becoming energetic again.
Yang Ping stood up with a smile: "This time it's on me, to thank the 'miracle doctor' for his help."
The three chatted and laughed, their figures gradually blending into the warm sunlight and lively atmosphere of Konoha.
The Land of Earth, Hidden Rock Village.
Deep within the village lies a mansion far more spacious and complex than ordinary dwellings, belonging to Kengo Toki, one of the elders of Iwagakure.
At this moment, the old man, who usually had sharp eyes and was quite respected in the village, sat on a heavy wooden chair with lifeless eyes, his posture stiff, like a soulless stone puppet.
A ripple spread through the air, and space twisted and spun like water with a pebble thrown in. A figure silently emerged from this spatial vortex.
He wore an orange spiral mask, revealing only one deep, cold Sharingan eye. The scarlet pupil was so dazzling in the dim light. It was none other than Uchiha Obito.
He surveyed the secret room belonging to the elder of Iwagakure, the light sweeping across the tapestry symbolizing the will of earth hanging on the wall before finally settling on Kengo Toki.
There was no hint of pride in controlling an elder in that Sharingan eye, only an almost bone-chilling, icy hatred.
"Hmph, Iwagakure—" Obito's voice was low and hoarse, coming from under his mask, with a metallic quality. Every syllable seemed to be chewing on hatred. "This nauseating earthy smell."
"Oh dear, here we go again."
A mocking voice suddenly seeped from the ground at Daito's feet, and a white, clay-like substance quickly rose up, transforming into a half-black, half-white creature topped with a pitcher plant.
He chuckled and swayed, "Every time you come here, you complain about how awful the air is, how the stones are sharp underfoot, and how even the wind smells of sand. Otto-san, you're not here to infiltrate and carry out your plan, you're clearly here for revenge, aren't you?"
Using public office to settle personal scores, using public office to settle personal scores!
Obito's brow furrowed deeply beneath his mask, his Sharingan coldly glancing at White Zetsu: "Shut up, White Zetsu. What do you know?"
"I know a lot!" White Zetsu didn't care about Daito's cold look and counted on his fingers, "Look, look: last time you came, you could only pitifully huddle in an ordinary villager's house, gnawing on hard dry food, listening to the neighbor's child crying and making a fuss, feeling extremely frustrated."
And this time? Heh, they directly controlled an elder from Iwagakure and moved him into his mansion. This upgrade in treatment is just because you hate Iwagakure so much you have to cause them some real trouble to vent your anger!
"What White Zetsu said isn't entirely unreasonable." Another, more composed voice rang out, White Zetsu's will was suppressed, and Black Zetsu took control of the body.
"Obito, your hatred is too intense. While it can bring destruction, it can also easily burn you and expose our presence. Rin's tragedy did indeed happen on a battlefield dominated by Iwagakure, but clinging to it will interfere with the grand goal of the Eye of the Moon Plan."
"Interference?" Obito turned around abruptly, a feeling of embarrassment spreading through him as if his thoughts had been seen through. However, he quickly composed himself and stared intently at Zetsu with his Sharingan.
"How can this be called interference? I was just making preparations in advance." His voice carried a twisted obsession.
"Isn't capturing the Tailed Beasts the core of the plan? The Jinchuriki of the Four-Tails and the Five-Tails are in Iwagakure! I'm controlling this old man to obtain the most crucial information, find the most opportune moment, and pave the way for capturing the Tailed Beasts in the future! Isn't this the most efficient approach? Am I supposed to just wander around Iwagakure like a headless fly?"
He spoke faster and faster, as if trying to persuade someone with vehement words, "How do we make a Jinchuriki run rampant in Iwagakure? Ha, isn't this one of the best strategies to weaken Iwagakure, create chaos, and facilitate our future actions? It's killing two birds with one stone! How can you call it settling a personal score?!"
He practically forced out the last few words through gritted teeth, his voice tinged with the embarrassment and anger of someone whose thoughts had been nearly exposed.
White Zetsu exaggeratedly covered his mouth: "Wow, what a powerful aura! What a perfectly legitimate reason! Obito is right, we're all doing this for the Eye of the Moon, for world peace! It's not because of some little girl that we want to blow this lousy village to smithereens! Absolutely not!"
His tone was full of sarcasm.
No sooner had White Zetsu finished his teasing remark than Black Zetsu's heavy voice followed. He didn't refute further, but simply said in a low voice, "I hope so. But remember, the Tsuchikage Onoki is no easy opponent; his strength and wisdom should not be underestimated. This elder's value lies in his identity and intelligence network; you must use them carefully."
Obito's chest heaved as he forcefully suppressed his surging emotions. He ignored the White Zetsu's incessant chatter and turned to Toki Kengo.
The crimson Sharingan suddenly shone with an eerie light, and the three tomoe slowly rotated.
"Toki Kengo." Obito's voice, filled with unquestionable will, directly penetrated the depths of the elder's mind, which was controlled by the illusion.
The once empty gaze seemed to show a faint reaction, and Elder Toki sat up a little straighter, but he was still lifeless.
"Tell me, what do you know about the two Jinchuriki? What is their relationship with Onoki? What has been their recent activity?" Obito's question went straight to the heart of the matter.
Kengo Toki's lips moved slightly, his voice dry and flat, like a broken phonograph: "Han — Steam Ninja — Sense of Responsibility — Loyalty to the Village — No Special Opinion on Onoki."
"Old Purple — powerful — stubborn, free-spirited and rebellious — dislikes making promises — loyal to his son — but harbors resentment towards the Tsuchikage —" His words were fragmented, clearly indicating that he was being manipulated and trying to dig out information from the depths of his memory.
"A grudge? What's the specific reason?" Obito pressed.
"Old Purple believes that the Tsuchikage is too conservative, which has restricted his power. There were previous actions against Konoha, and he wanted to participate in the war, but was forcibly suppressed in the name of stability. This has led to resentment and pent-up anger."
Toki's voice carried a hint of uncertainty, clearly indicating that this information was not entirely public, but rather his speculation based on observations and private channels.
A cold smile curled at the corner of Obito's mouth beneath his mask. Discontent? Suppressed anger? The conflict between conservatism and radicalism? This was a golden opportunity!
"Very good." Obito's voice carried a hint of cruel excitement. "Then, using your identity and connections, subtly pass on some 'interesting' information to Ozaki, and also inadvertently let the Tsuchikage know."
He took a step closer, the light of his Sharingan almost piercing Toki's soul: "For example—the Tsuchikage believes that the power of the Jinchuriki is too dangerous and difficult to control, and is secretly assessing whether to restrict the Jinchuriki's actions."
For example—Rōshi privately expressed strong dissatisfaction with the Tsuchikage's decisions, and even—there were signs of him slipping out of control—
The wording should be vague, the source should be hidden, it should be omnipresent, yet its origin should be elusive.
"Yes—" Kengo Toki replied blankly. His brain had been completely dominated by Obito's genjutsu, becoming a perfect mouthpiece and a seed planter of conspiracy.
"Furthermore," Obito added, his voice growing colder, "closely monitor all of Rōshi's movements, especially his emotional fluctuations and chakra changes. Look for the moment when he might leave the village to carry out a mission, or—the moment when his emotions are most unstable."
A glint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. "If we could make that burning monster break free of its cage in the village, the scene—would be truly 'spectacular'."
White Zetsu squirmed excitedly beside him: "Wow! Sowing discord, adding fuel to the fire! Obito-san, that's a really vicious trick! But I love it! Letting Iwagakure members fight each other is much easier than us doing it ourselves!"
Black Zetsu calmly reminded him, "The risk still exists. If we don't handle things well, the Tsuchikage can find us through the spread of rumors, which will alert the enemy and affect our subsequent plans."
"Risk and reward go hand in hand," Obito said coldly. He walked to the only small window in the secret room and looked out at the gray Iwagakure village through the narrow crack in the stone.
"We can't just stop because of a little risk. How can our plan be carried out if we keep standing still?" A crimson glint flashed in his Sharingan eyes, and his words were tinged with smugness.
"Furthermore, he is a fine sword. If used well, he can severely injure Iwagakure. Even if the plan is not perfect, it can still tear a rift within Iwagakure, creating an opportunity to seize the Five-Tails in the future."
Even if Onoki sees through their scheme, Toki Kengo will be the perfect shield; everyone will just think it's another power struggle within Iwagakure.
Black Zetsu stopped talking. Although Obito's plan was rushed, as he said, there is no perfect plan in the world.
If you have a certain degree of confidence in success and it won't cause you much harm, then take action. No matter what, taking action will bring results.
Just like the previous operation in the Land of Hot Springs, they even managed to recruit a Blood Raven as a henchman.
While Obito was preparing for his plan, Nagato and Konan were also busy.
Currently, Nagato only has Pain as his Outer Path puppet, which greatly limits his combat power. The Rinnegan can create six Outer Path puppets, so he must now strive to improve his combat power.