Naruto: Transmigrated as Obito with the System

[The system's smug voice echoed in Obito's mind.]

["When Naruto was your age, he already had six—"]

"Four paths! If it weren't for you holding me back, System-sama, I'd have taken off ages ago!" Obito snapped, clearly annoyed.

"I'm almost twenty now and still don't have Six Paths power. How is that normal?!"

The system fell silent, clearly miffed.

[Hmph, stupid host! Why are you so mean? Fine, I'll go find another host to play with!]

As it turned out, the system did have somewhere to be.

[That summit war should be starting soon. Better go issue a main quest!]

Once the system stopped talking, Obito immediately felt bored. He glanced over at Orochimaru and asked, "I asked you to research the Edo Tensei. What's the progress?"

Orochimaru, carefully tending to his injuries, bowed his head and replied cautiously, "The technique is still under refinement. Some aspects need further perfection."

Obito's crimson eyes flared as he glared at him.

"So it's not done yet?!"

A bead of sweat dripped down Orochimaru's forehead.

"I humbly request more time."

Obito fiddled with his mask, lost in thought. Then, with a casual tone, he asked, "So what have you been working on lately?"

Orochimaru hissed softly, pulling a scroll from his robes. He held it up to Obito, testing the waters.

"Obito, my research is all recorded here. Perhaps… I can demonstrate?"

Obito nodded slightly. "Hmm."

Orochimaru unfurled the scroll slowly. The next moment, a cloud of smoke erupted, releasing a torrent of hidden weapons and venomous creatures toward Obito.

Obito, seated casually on the crumbling lab table, didn't even flinch. He yawned.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The weapons and creatures rushed at him—only to pass harmlessly through his form, embedding themselves in the wall behind him.

Obito chuckled. "Not bad. You get one more chance."

Orochimaru, his ambush failed, feigned admiration.

"As expected. Your power and composure are truly humbling."

Feigning humility, he pulled out another scroll, revealing a sample of pale, fleshy material.

"This is my latest achievement: stabilized Hashirama cells. Surely, you're familiar with these?"

Orochimaru assumed Obito's Wood Release ability stemmed from the same source. Obito made a noncommittal noise and held out his hand.

"I'll be taking that."

Orochimaru obediently passed the scroll to him. But just as Obito reached for it, Orochimaru's mouth opened unnaturally wide, spitting out a sword in a lightning-fast strike.

(Orochimaru: I spit snakes, snakes spit swords, I spit myself—a genius cycle!)

However, his plan to skewer Obito didn't pan out.

Clang!

A molten lava shield materialized, effortlessly deflecting the sword. Obito's mocking smile widened as he tucked the scroll away.

He'd been expecting Orochimaru to pull something. After all, this snake was infamous for his "if I can't have it, I'll burn it" antics in the original timeline.

"Looks like the lesson I taught you earlier wasn't thorough enough," Obito said, Sharingan gleaming ominously.

Orochimaru's latest rebellion was met with another round of Sharingan-induced education that left him swearing to turn over a new leaf… again.

"Now then," Obito said, satisfied. "Our organization still lacks a base. Your village will do nicely."

"Use it to establish a headquarters for Yoru."

Adding a shinobi village façade to their operations would make things much easier.

Orochimaru's face twisted with reluctance.

"This…?"

Obito shot him a sharp look.

"Hmm?"

Orochimaru quickly swallowed his protests.

"Understood."

After a moment of hesitation, he gathered his courage to ask, "Obito… about the immortality you promised me…"

Obito rolled his eyes.

"You haven't accomplished anything yet and you're already asking for rewards? You think I'm lying to you?"

"I've mastered the secret of Hashirama's cells. Granting you immortality is trivial."

Orochimaru licked his lips.

"And yet, the First Hokage didn't live long himself…"

Obito's glare sharpened.

"That's because he only had Yang Release. I wield both Yin and Yang Release. Understand?"

Orochimaru nodded, though his expression remained skeptical.

"Good. Now get to work on the base. Nothing too extravagant, just a few thousand square meters. I'll bring the others in a few days for our first meeting."

Without waiting for a reply, Obito disappeared. Orochimaru muttered to himself, "Yin-Yang Release… perhaps a new avenue for research."

...

Half a Month Later

Land of Rice Fields, Otogakure

The former village leader's office had been transformed into Yoru's headquarters. Within the newly established base, seven figures had gathered—Obito among them.

As Orochimaru sized up the other five members, a chill ran down his spine. Instinct told him that, aside from the blond kid, any of the others could kill him with ease.

His lips curled into a sly smile.

Hissss, this just keeps getting more fun.

Obito clapped his hands, commanding attention.

"Alright, now that everyone's here, let's start the meeting."

"As I've said before, I won't restrict your freedom. Do what you like, so long as you occasionally earn some money for the organization."

He turned to Kakuzu.

"Finance Minister, the floor is yours."

Kakuzu's eyes gleamed as he began speaking.

"I'll keep it simple…"

Hidan immediately plugged his ears.

"Not listening, not listening, just like a monk chanting!"

Sasori, Deidara, Orochimaru, and Kisame looked equally disinterested. Money meant nothing to them—anything they wanted, they'd just take.

Obito smirked. That attitude was exactly why he'd put Kakuzu in charge.

Let him handle the finances. At least we'll earn something.

Once Kakuzu finished, Obito clapped his hands again.

"Meeting adjourned. Go about your business. I'll contact you if anything comes up. Feel free to organize your own gatherings, but let me be clear…"

His eyes narrowed.

"Anyone who harms a comrade will face me."

Hidan hefted his scythe, already heading out.

"Tch, preachy as ever. C'mon, Kakuzu."

Kisame gave a toothy grin.

"Well then, we'll take our leave too."

Deidara rubbed his hands together excitedly.

"Time to spread some art, un!"

Sasori scoffed.

"You still don't understand true art."

Kisame chuckled, stepping between them.

"Now, now, let's agree to disagree."

"Hmph!" Both artists turned their heads away in unison, refusing to look at each other.

Watching the scene, Obito felt a rare moment of sentimentality.

"Ah, the camaraderie of this group warms my heart as a leader."

Orochimaru, tongue flicking thoughtfully, chose not to comment.

After a brief reflection, Obito turned to Orochimaru and patted his shoulder.

"Continue researching the Edo Tensei and gathering intel for the organization. Got it?"

Orochimaru nodded eagerly.

"Understood, Obito-sama."

...

Konoha Year 53

Land of Lightning, Kumogakure

The Raikage sat in his office, staring at a stack of reports with a furrowed brow. The past year had been eventful.

Kirigakure had officially signed an alliance with Konoha. Meanwhile, a new organization called "Yoru," comprising five S-rank rogue ninjas and one defiant youth, had emerged.

(To distance herself from Yoru, Mei Terumí had publicly declared Kisame a rogue ninja.)

The Raikage couldn't shake a sense of foreboding.

"Konoha is growing stronger by the day…"

The Fire Nation's alliances with the Rain and Water Nations were a significant threat to Kumogakure's safety.

"I need to secure an ally of our own," he mused. But who? Iwagakure? Impossible. That old fool Onoki was unreliable. Sunagakure might be a better option. Rasa seems more dependable.

Turning back to the reports on Yoru, the Raikage felt his frustration boil over. The organization's antics were infuriating. They'd made a habit of instigating conflicts, taking on small-country war commissions at low prices, and escalating them for profit.

"These bastards are monopolizing smaller nations' contracts. If this continues, they might disrupt the entire shinobi system!"

What irritated him more was the whispered connection between Yoru and Konoha. Reliable intel suggested the ties ran deep.

"Konoha again! Always Konoha!" he growled, clenching his fists.

The Raikage's thoughts turned to Konoha's rising stars, whose strength rivaled the older generation. His hair bristled in frustration.

But…

"At least my brother and Darui have grown stronger. They won't lose to that silver-haired brat or that loudmouth punk!"

He firmly believed this.

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