obito n marvel (remake)

Jason sat alone in the darkened room, the cool glow of the monitor casting long shadows across his face. The deep, ominous hum of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s secure operations base was barely audible, but in his mind, the sound of his thoughts reverberated with clarity. The next phase of his plan was set into motion—this time, not just through manipulation, but through the sheer weight of history. He was no longer just Jason. No longer Toby. He was becoming something far darker, far more terrifying.

The Uchiha name had always carried with it a weight, a history steeped in power, loss, and bloodshed. It had been used to create legends—Madara Uchiha, the one who fought for the future he saw in his mind, and Itachi Uchiha, the tragic figure who became a symbol of sacrifice and strength. These men, among the most feared and revered figures in the Naruto world, were more than just names. They were ideals, representations of a power that transcended time and space. And now, with Jason's knowledge of both the Naruto universe and the Marvel world, he would make their names known again—only this time, they would be feared.

He would rewrite history. Not just in the world of ninja, but in the hearts and minds of the powerful beings in the Marvel Universe. In their world, the Uchiha name was nothing more than an ancient relic. But Jason could change that. With the resources at his disposal, the manipulation at his command, and the terrifying power of the Sharingan, Jason would bring the Uchiha legacy back with a vengeance. The world would be forced to recognize the terror of the Uchiha name once again.

And he would start with fear.

The first step was simple: spreading the fear of the Uchiha. Jason wasn't foolish enough to believe that a mere whisper of the name would be enough to gain the kind of reverence he sought. He needed to make people believe the Uchiha were still a force to be reckoned with. And to do that, he would need to send a message—a message that would echo across the globe, and through the corridors of S.H.I.E.L.D.

He began by crafting clones of himself, each imbued with a fraction of his power, wearing the mask of the Uchiha. They were perfect replicas, down to the last detail, and each one was armed with knowledge of the past—of Madara, of Itachi, and of the brutal history that the Uchiha had forged. These clones were sent on missions across the world, leaving behind signs and symbols that would strike fear into the hearts of those who encountered them.

Each clone would perform acts of terror—razing cities, causing chaos, and leaving behind nothing but destruction in their wake. These acts were meant to be loud, deliberate, impossible to ignore. They were designed to be a message, but also a reminder: The Uchiha were no mere myths. They were real. And they were coming.

The first incident occurred in the heart of New York. A clone of Jason, dressed as a shadowy figure with the Uchiha insignia emblazoned on his cloak, appeared in the middle of a S.H.I.E.L.D. facility. The clone used Genjutsu to turn the base's security personnel against each other, causing mass chaos and confusion. By the time the base had been evacuated, the clone had already vanished, leaving behind a symbol—the Uchiha clan's emblem, scorched into the floor of the base with a terrifyingly accurate precision. The message was clear: the Uchiha could strike anywhere, at any time, and no one was safe.

The second event took place in a remote village in Eastern Europe. Jason sent another clone, this time more subtle, to infiltrate the local government's communication systems. Using his Sharingan, the clone took control of key figures, forcing them to spread rumors of an impending apocalypse, one orchestrated by the return of the Uchiha. The villagers, already struggling with internal strife, were thrust into a panic, afraid that the shadow of the Uchiha would soon fall on them all. The clone made sure to leave no traces, but the fear had already taken root.

And then came the whispers. They spread like wildfire, fueled by rumors and the growing anxiety that Jason had carefully cultivated. People began to speak of the Uchiha as though they were a looming dark force, a forgotten power that would one day rise again to claim the world. Even S.H.I.E.L.D. had begun to take notice, though they couldn't quite connect the dots. What they didn't know was that Jason was already playing a game that was far bigger than they could comprehend.

Jason's influence was now spreading further than he had ever imagined. His clones, though temporary, had left an indelible mark on the world, and now he was ready to take the next step—recruiting powerful individuals to join his cause and solidifying the Uchiha legacy in the minds of the most influential figures. He would make Madara's dream of reshaping the world a reality, but with one crucial difference: this time, the Uchiha would rule the world, not from the shadows, but from the center of it all.

Jason was no fool. He knew that the Uchiha legacy was bound to attract attention, and not all of it would be positive. Powerful beings from across the world would seek to stop him, just as they had tried to stop Madara in his time. But Jason was prepared. With his knowledge of the future and the power of his Sharingan, there was no force that could truly challenge him. He would forge alliances with those who could be useful, and crush those who stood in his way.

The next person Jason targeted was none other than the infamous crime lord, Wilson Fisk, the Kingpin. Fisk had already been manipulated into joining Jason's new Akatsuki, but Jason knew that Fisk's pride needed to be broken before he could fully trust him. Fisk was powerful, yes, but in the grand scheme of things, he was just another tool—one to be used when necessary.

Jason sent one of his clones to Fisk's hideout, wearing the Uchiha insignia, of course, to further drive home the connection to his plan. The clone approached Fisk's lair under the cover of night, and when Fisk confronted him, Jason's clone spoke in a voice that sent chills down Fisk's spine.

"You are nothing compared to the power that runs through these veins," the clone whispered, his Sharingan spinning menacingly. "The Uchiha are not just a clan—they are the embodiment of power itself. Do you understand, Fisk? Your petty empire will crumble before the might of the Uchiha."

Fisk, though arrogant, knew when to back down. He had been too quick to dismiss the Uchiha's legacy, but now, seeing the clone of Jason standing before him, he couldn't ignore the fear that gripped his chest. The Uchiha were more than just a myth. They were real. And they were coming for everything Fisk had built.

As Jason watched from the shadows, the pieces of his plan began to align. Fisk had been thoroughly intimidated, and Jason knew that the Kingpin would now work even harder to cement his position within the Akatsuki. But it wasn't just Fisk he needed to control. It was the world itself.

Using his vast network of spies and informants, Jason began to rewrite history, spreading stories of Madara Uchiha's ruthless conquests and the Uchiha's untold power. He manipulated history books, forged documents, and spread rumors that painted the Uchiha as an unstoppable force. Every time someone spoke the name Uchiha, they would remember the terror that Madara had once instilled into the hearts of the world's greatest warriors.

And then, Jason made sure to add one final, terrifying detail to the legend of the Uchiha: the Uchiha were immortal.

Jason smiled as he looked at the map of the world before him, the names of powerful players, villains, and allies written in red ink. The Uchiha legacy had already taken root in the hearts of the weak, and soon, it would be feared across the globe. No one—neither S.H.I.E.L.D., nor the Avengers, nor any other organization—would stand against him. The Uchiha name would rise once more, and it would be his to command.

He was no longer just an agent of the Hand, no longer just a spy within S.H.I.E.L.D. Jason had transcended that. He had become the embodiment of the Uchiha's legacy—a dark force that would reshape the world itself. The world would bow to him, as it had once bowed to Madara and Itachi. And this time, it would stay down.

The fear was already beginning to settle in. And soon, it would be too late for anyone to stop him.