obito n marvel (remake)

The smoke from the ongoing battle thickened, swirling in the air like the harbinger of doom. The ground, cracked and scorched, trembled as the very air seemed to vibrate with the destructive power unleashed by Jason Uchiha and Apocalypse. The forces of S.H.I.E.L.D., Wakanda, and the Avengers had been pushed to their limits, and now, it seemed that victory for Jason was inevitable. But even as he stood victorious over a battlefield of broken heroes, he knew that the true battle had just begun.

His power was growing—amplified not only by the ancient mutant that was Apocalypse but also by the very will of the Uchiha bloodline. His Mangekyō Sharingan pulsed with new strength, the flames of ambition and desire for ultimate domination burning brighter than ever.

Yet, Jason wasn't content with simply defeating the Avengers or Asgardians. He had larger plans, and his greatest tool in achieving them had yet to arrive—the Akatsuki.

"Tobi." Jason muttered under his breath, a name that, until now, had been a mask—a symbol of manipulation and deception. But Jason was no longer simply hiding behind that false identity. He was Obito Uchiha, the true force that would reshape this world. Yet, the new Akatsuki was coming. The old group, scattered and defeated, had been reborn under Jason's leadership. He had found allies in the most unlikely of places—villains, mutants, and criminals—all of whom now rallied to his banner.

Apocalypse, standing beside Jason, nodded, sensing the change in the air. "The time is right. Bring them forward."

With a wave of his hand, Jason Uchiha activated a technique so potent that it seemed to warp reality itself. Using the power of the Kamui—the ability to bend space itself—he summoned forth the Akatsuki: his allies from the shadows of the world, each one more dangerous than the last.

One by one, the figures of the Akatsuki emerged from the swirling portals, their eyes glowing with the power that Jason had gifted them. It was a symbol of the new world order—a world ruled by those with the strength to seize it. These were the weapons he would use to bring the entire world under his control.

Pain, the former leader of the Akatsuki, walked through the portal, his six bodies moving as one. His eyes, now gleaming with even greater power, locked onto Jason. "You summoned us. What is your will, Obito?"

Jason gave a small nod, his eyes glinting with ambition. "The world is on the brink of destruction. The heroes have failed, and they will continue to fail. We must reshape the world into one where strength rules above all else. We shall form a new Akatsuki—one that will bring the world to its knees."

Pain, a being forged from tragedy and sorrow, smiled grimly. "We will follow your lead, Obito."

The next to step through the portal was Konan, her wings of paper unfurling behind her like a deadly storm. Her expression, calm but resolute, spoke volumes of her commitment to Jason's cause. She was a master tactician, one whose intellect rivaled the greatest minds. "Your vision is clear, Obito. What is the next step in our plan?" she asked, her voice low and controlled, yet filled with a quiet power.

"We begin by finishing what we started. The world is full of powerful figures. We must weed out the weak and consolidate our power. With you at my side, we can control everything—from the shadows to the very public eye." Jason said, his voice thick with dark intent.

And then, Deidara stepped forward, the explosive artist with his signature clay bombs. He had always been a fanatic of art, but now, under Jason's banner, his art would be destruction on a scale unseen before. "Keh keh keh! Obito, I am ready to create explosions the likes of which this world has never seen! Let's turn this world into my canvas, eh?" he exclaimed with an excited grin, already preparing his clay for battle.

Jason chuckled darkly. "Your creations will be the sparks that ignite the world's destruction. Let the world burn."

Then came Sasori, the master puppeteer, his body almost entirely replaced with the artistry of his own creations. He nodded curtly, his mechanical face showing little emotion, but his presence was a reminder of the cold, calculated nature of the Akatsuki. "I understand. Your vision shall become my purpose, Obito. The world will be nothing but puppets under your control."

Jason smiled darkly. "The world is already a puppet show, Sasori. It's time we take the strings."

Hidan and Kakuzu entered next, their infamous partnership notorious for the ruthlessness they brought to their kills. Hidan's manic energy and Kakuzu's methodical nature made them a perfect pair for Jason's rise. Hidan laughed maniacally, his voice echoing through the battlefield. "You've got a vision, Obito! I like it! Let's show them how much blood can be spilled!"

Kakuzu, ever the practical one, said, "Blood is just the beginning. We'll tear down the economies, control the wealth, and crush anyone who stands in our way."

Jason gave a nod. "**Exactly. This world must be remade from the ground up. Every system, every institution—they will fall."

Zetsu, the two-faced, split personality member of the Akatsuki, stood silently, watching Jason with a keen, calculating gaze. He had always been a spy, lurking in the shadows, feeding information and waiting for the right moment to strike. Now, that moment had arrived. "We'll need to monitor everything, Obito. The heroes are far from finished. We must control all sources of information and manipulate it to our advantage." he said, his voice dripping with the sinister undertone of someone who thrived in the shadows.

Jason nodded approvingly. "Everything must be in our hands. Every piece of information, every secret. The world will never know who controls them. We will be their masters without them ever realizing it."

Finally, the last member to emerge was Tobi—the false identity Jason had once used to mislead his enemies, a mask he had shed in favour of his true name: Obito Uchiha. Tobi had been a pawn, a puppet, a tool to manipulate the world. But now, Tobi had shed his mask and become the driving force behind a new era of darkness. The Akatsuki, once a scattered group of rogue ninjas, was now a unified force under Obito's command.

"Are you ready to bring the world to its knees, Tobi?" Jason asked, his voice cool but edged with dark anticipation.

Tobi, now fully revealed as Obito Uchiha, smiled behind his mask. "I've always been ready."

With the full might of the Akatsuki at his side, Jason felt a surge of power that he hadn't experienced before. The world trembled beneath his feet, its heroes scattered and broken, and now, under his leadership, the Akatsuki would bring about a new era—an era of unrelenting chaos, destruction, and total control.

The time for subtlety was over. The world would be remade in the image of Obito Uchiha. And with the Akatsuki behind him, no force on Earth could stop his rise to power. This was the beginning of the end. The heroes would fall. The world would burn. And from the ashes, a new order would emerge—one where Jason would reign supreme, the ultimate master of the universe.

"Let the Akatsuki reign." Jason's voice echoed across the battlefield, a declaration of war that would shape the world for centuries to come. The battle had only just begun, and the world was no longer prepared for what was to come.