Scenario 2: Domestic Violence
The light and shadows flickered once more in front of Uchiha Obito, and in an instant, he found himself back in his own home.
Before him stood a frail, dirty woman. Despite the changes in her appearance, Obito recognized her immediately—Nohara Rin.
Rin's voice trembled as she spoke. "I never thought Kakashi would become like this after marriage." She paused, tears welling up in her eyes. "He… he abused me… and didn't even give me food."
Her words, coupled with the pitiful sight of her hunched figure and tear-streaked face, made Obito's heart ache. This was the girl he had cared for so deeply, yet here she was, suffering.
Of course, this scene wasn't real—it was carefully orchestrated by Uchiha Yato. The illusion was precise, designed to provoke Obito, to test the depths of his emotions.
Unlike before, Obito could now move freely. He was no longer a puppet in this scenario. Without hesitation, he reached out to Rin, offering comfort. There was no inappropriate behavior, no suggestive remarks—only genuine care. Even in such a tense situation, Obito's decency shone through.
Uchiha Yato watched from his vantage point, a faint, knowing smile tugging at his lips. Those familiar with him understood: trouble was about to unfold.
Rin's voice cracked as she asked, "Obito… can you help me?"
Obito's heart clenched. Without a word, he nodded. He wanted to help her. He wanted to protect her.
Then came the unimaginable. Rin's voice, trembling yet urgent, said, "Help me… help me kill Kakashi. I can't stand it anymore!"
The words were shocking, absurd even, but that was exactly Yato's design. Rin, naturally kind and considerate, had been twisted by Yato's manipulation to voice a demand so unreasonable it tested Obito's moral compass.
Obito froze. Kakashi, though often frustrating, was someone they had shared memories with—someone who had, in his own flawed way, cared. Yet here was Rin, asking for a violent act, desperate for rescue.
Yato's objective was clear: would Obito blindly follow Rin's command, or would he seek another solution? This was a crucial moment. According to the original story, Obito might have simply obeyed, but Yato was observing a child—someone whose sense of morality and judgment was still malleable.
After a tense pause, Obito finally spoke, his voice steady yet compassionate. "Rin… Kakashi… I'll help both of you. Let's face this together."
Yato's lips twitched, a hint of disappointment flashing across his face. The answer was not what he had expected.
Obito continued, "I will make it clear to him. I will never let either of you bleed. Rin… you can face anything. You don't have to be like this. It's not who you are."
Rin paused, stunned, her eyes wide in disbelief. Yato, too, seemed momentarily frozen, surprised by Obito's unexpected yet morally sound response. Though it was not the outcome he had designed, it was far from disastrous—and that relieved him slightly.
The scene shifted abruptly.
Scene 3: Kakashi Kills Nohara Rin
This time, there was no foreshadowing, no illusions, no subtle manipulations. Obito witnessed the tragedy in its rawest form—bloody, heartbreaking, and unforgettable.
Yet even here, Obito's response was different. His emotions surged, building to a fever pitch. His eyes turned red, and a magatama swirled within his pupils. The Sharingan awakened in the wake of Rin's death, a testament to both his grief and his emotional growth.
Yato's smile widened. "Ding~ Congratulations to the host for making Uchiha Obito lose control of his emotions. You've earned 1,000 emotion coins."
The sudden award of emotion coins made Yato giddy with satisfaction. Observing the scene, Uchiha Kai felt a twinge of disgust. Yet for Obito, this was transformative.
Cradling Rin's lifeless body, Obito whispered the words that would become iconic: "I want to create… a world with Rin."
And just like that, the illusion dissipated. Obito awoke, confused and unsettled. But amidst the emotional turmoil, one truth comforted him—Rin was alive. She had not been harmed, she had not married, she had not died.
Yato's tone softened, almost playful. "Congratulations, Obito. You've proven you're not a blind follower. You're a boy of true, deep affection."
Obito blinked, absorbing the weight of what he had experienced. Emotionally, he felt exhausted, but also enlightened. This trial had revealed a depth to himself that he had not yet fully understood.
Kai, watching quietly, could not hide his emotional reaction. Among the Uchiha, love and loyalty were powerful forces, and even he, usually reserved, felt their impact.
Yato turned to Obito, his gaze calculating yet strangely approving. "Obito, you've opened your eyes today—literally."
Indeed, Obito realized he could now activate the Sharingan. The joy of this realization made him feel both pride and amazement. Being a Uchiha meant experiencing these rites of passage, and he had done so under immense emotional pressure.
Yet even as gratitude flickered in his heart, complex feelings surfaced. Should he thank Yato for orchestrating such torment? Or should he curse the man who caused him such pain?
Before Obito could decide, Yato spoke again, teasing and playful. "Don't thank me. That's my job. But if you truly wish to show gratitude… help me take care of these little monkeys in the future."
Obito's eyes narrowed. Anger flared as he realized Yato had filmed the entire ordeal, despite prior warnings about illusions. He demanded the video's deletion.
Recalling earlier lessons about caution and illusions, Obito remembered the grotesque scene of Aburame Ryoma dancing under the Chicken Mud Taimi illusion—an absurd, almost comical punishment. Even the most skilled Uchiha found such techniques unbearable. Yato's teaching methods were cruel, yes, but effective.
Chasing Yato, Sharingan blazing, Obito demanded his privacy be respected. Yato, amused, darted away, laughing and taunting as he went. In that moment, something shifted within Obito.
He realized, with startling clarity, that he would someday wish to create a world without Yato's manipulations.
What Obito did not know, however, was that his intuition was not far off. Twenty years into the future, a metaphorical bullet would strike, echoing the pain he had felt today.
Meanwhile, elsewhere, Madara observed the situation through a White Zetsu-branded monitor. He was impressed. Yato's strategy and foresight were extraordinary. His ability to manipulate not just ninjutsu but the emotions and psychology of others was unparalleled.
Madara had long considered using agents to capture the Tailed Beasts, and he now identified three candidates capable of executing his plans: Uchiha Yato, Uchiha Obito, and Uchiha Shisui.
Yato's talents were unmatched, yet his eccentric personality made him unpredictable. He was strong, clever, and fully aware of his own capabilities. Any attempt to control him could easily backfire. Obito, by contrast, was more malleable, still shaped by his emotions and experiences. Shisui's genius lay in self-judgment, but any betrayal of trust could provoke dangerous consequences.
White Zetsu's blunt remark disrupted the tense silence. "Madara-sama… are you stuck here because you can't poop?"
Black Zetsu, quick to intervene, covered his companion's mouth. "Madara-sama, don't listen to this fool," he whispered.
Madara, despite himself, calmed, though a flicker of amusement crossed his face. Black Zetsu, ever calculating, leaned closer. "Master Madara, I may have a solution. Perhaps it is feasible…"
And so, the wheels of strategy, manipulation, and destiny continued to turn. Obito's emotional trials, Yato's cunning, and the ever-watchful eyes of Madara hinted at a future where alliances, power, and morality would collide in unpredictable ways.
Obito had grown today—not just as a Uchiha, but as a person capable of compassion, courage, and moral reasoning. Yet the path ahead was fraught with peril, shaped by both the choices of others and the consequences of his own heart.
And somewhere deep in the shadows, Yato's smile remained—a mixture of pride, mischief, and the knowledge that he had yet again nudged the world in the direction only he could foresee.
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