Naruto: Transmigrated as Obito with the System

With a weary wave of his hand, he beckoned toward the shadows.

"Since it's come to this, all of you—come out. Let's give Sakumo a grand send-off."

Dark, cloaked figures emerged silently from the shadows, their movements devoid of sound. Each bore menacing masks and gleaming blades, resembling harbingers of death come to claim a soul.

Sakumo let out a quiet sigh. He knew there was no escape today.

After surviving countless life-or-death missions, he had never thought the end would come at the hands of his own comrades.

A wry chuckle escaped his lips.

Gripping the White Fang blade tightly, he stepped forward to meet the black-clad shinobi head-on.

Not a word was spoken.

The only sounds were the crisp clashes of metal, oddly melodic in the still air.

The battle was like a silent theater. Blades flashed, bodies moved with deadly precision, a perfect harmony of power and speed.

One after another, the masked attackers fell, their lifeless bodies littering the ground—a grim decoration for the stage of combat.

But no matter how skilled, even the strongest warrior has limits.

The tempo of clashing steel quickened, building toward an inevitable crescendo.

Then, with a final metallic cry, a broken blade flew through the air, embedding itself in the ground. The lone figure at the center faltered, collapsing to his knees, unable to rise again.

The curtain fell.

From the gathered figures, one man stepped forward. He gave a slight bow, as if to mark the end of the performance.

"Sakumo," he said calmly. "You will be remembered as a hero of Konohagakure. Rest in peace."

Lying on the ground, Sakumo gazed upward, his voice steady despite the blood spilling from his lips.

"Why?"

He had dedicated his entire life to the village. Why was this his reward?

The leader sighed heavily.

"Because you stood in Danzo-sama's way. You stood in Root's way... and in Konoha's way."

"For the greater good, some sacrifices are necessary."

Sakumo chuckled bitterly, his laughter marred by a fresh cough of blood.

"You... are not Konoha."

"With all due respect, Sakumo, you're mistaken."

The leader raised his right arm in a solemn gesture, placing it diagonally across his chest. The shinobi behind him mirrored the motion in perfect unison.

Their voices rang out as one, emotionless and resolute:

"Without names, without feelings. Without pasts, without futures.

We are the roots buried deep beneath the soil, supporting the great tree of Konoha. Konoha thrives because of us."

Sakumo closed his eyes for the final time, cutting short any further words.

"A pack of brainwashed pawns... Why waste my breath?"

In his last moments, he thought of his son.

If I die, Kakashi will be devastated. But... Obito should be there to keep him company.

A fleeting smirk crossed his bloodied lips.

Damn you, Danzo. When you get here, I'll cut you down myself.

The leader straightened his robes and waved to his subordinates.

"The target is dead. Mission complete. Clean the site. Quickly—we need to report back to Danzo-sama."

Shadows moved with mechanical precision, reshaping the scene to suit their narrative.

Nearby, Obito's face contorted with rage as he hurtled toward the group.

"Bastards! I'll kill you all! AAAAAAHHHHH!"

But before he could reach them, the scene froze, like someone had pressed pause on reality.

Then everything shattered. The world dissolved into fragments of light and vanished.

When Obito regained awareness, he was back where he started. His fingernails dug deep into his palms, leaving bloody crescents.

"Dammit... DAMMIT!"

He fell to his knees, slamming his fists into the ground over and over.

The warm, gentle uncle who had taught him swordsmanship, shared meals with him, and never once acted superior—gone.

Even after Obito had pulled Sakumo back from despair, even after changing what should have been a tragic fate, they had taken him away.

"You heartless monsters… How dare you?!"

Rage, despair, hatred, and a burning thirst for vengeance churned inside Obito, threatening to consume him.

"Crack."

Somewhere deep within his mind, he heard the sound of something breaking.

It was as though a shackle had been shattered, unleashing a strange surge of power that coursed through him.

His vision turned crimson.

Within the blood-red haze, a single black tomoe appeared. Slowly, a second began to take shape.

But Obito's young body couldn't handle the strain.

The forming tomoe faded, retreating back into his mind to await another awakening.

"So... this is the Sharingan," Obito whispered, his voice hollow.

There was no joy—only sorrow.

This was his first true experience of loss in this world.

[Ding!]

The system's emotionless voice broke through the silence.

[The prelude video has concluded. Please make your choice.]

[Important Notice: This choice will significantly impact the main storyline. Until the choice is completed, no additional system tasks will be issued. Proceed carefully!!!]

Three bright red exclamation marks emphasized the warning.

Obito frowned.

No new tasks until I finish this choice?

This was a first.

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he focused on the options presented.

[Option 1: Avenge the White Fang. Decapitate Danzo.

Reward: White Fang Swordsmanship.]

[Option 2: Avenge the White Fang. Expose Danzo's treachery to the public.

Reward: Titanium Grave Marker*1.]

[Option 3: Forget the White Fang. Sever your ties.

Reward: Byakugan*2.]

[Option 4: Join Root. Become a double agent.

Reward: Curse Seal of Tongue Eradication*1.]

[Option 5: Endure in silence. Wait for the right moment.

Reward: Unknown.]

Obito's frown deepened as he weighed his options.

Sakumo had been like family to him. There was no way he could let this grudge go.

But with his current strength, going after Danzo was suicide.

His best chance was to rely on the system to grow stronger—yet the system seemed to be pushing him toward patience.

Grinding his teeth, he finally made his choice.

"Danzo, you'd better enjoy your time.

Ten years—at most ten years—and I'll take your head myself."

He slammed his will onto [Option 5: Endure in silence.]

When Obito returned home that night, he brushed the dirt from his clothes before stepping inside.

Hearing the door, his grandmother rushed out, worry etched on her face.

"Obito, why are you so late? Did something happen?"

Obito forced a smile, trying to reassure her. But the more he smiled, the more tears welled up in his eyes.

"Grandma, I... I'm so sad…"

His grandmother pulled him into a hug, patting his back gently.

"My poor boy. What happened? Tell me who hurt you! Grandma will take care of them!"

Obito let out a choked laugh.

"Grandma, you can't fight the person who hurt me."

She puffed up indignantly.

"Then I'll call someone! If I can't beat them, I'll get Kawa to deal with them! Even the Hokage can't bully my grandson!"

Obito clung to her tightly, burying his face in her shoulder.

"Grandma... you're the best."

She stroked his hair, her voice soft and soothing.

"Hush now, my dear. Everything will be alright."

In her embrace, Obito let himself grieve, the weight of his loss finally pouring out.

----------------

For every review, I'll add +1 more chapter. Once this story gets 10 reviews, I'll start posting 2 chapters per day!

Read 10 chapters ahead for free on my patreon, read pinned message!

+70 chapters on patreon.com/Jixo