Reborn In The World Of Naruto

Obito immediately got up as if the kick that sent him flying, didn't even faze him. He walked towards Shisui and Itachi.

"Well, well. If it isn't the two prodigies of the Uchiha Clan." Obito said in an amused voice as if mocking them.

FOOSH

THE Gunbai appeared in Obito's hand out of thin air as he pointed it at the two once in a lifetime Uchiha geniuses.

Obito, wearing his spiraled mask, loomed before them like a wraith. His lone Sharingan gleamed ominously through the eye hole, its crimson light a beacon of malevolence. To the Uchiha duo, this was Madara Uchiha—an ancient terror from their clan's history, now standing in their path.

"Your conviction is admirable," Obito said, his voice a low, mocking drawl. "But futile. Step aside, and I might let you live."

Shisui's eyes narrowed. "You underestimate us, 'Madara.' We won't let you harm our clan."

Itachi told Shisui everything he knew of this 'Madara'.

'Madara... from what Grandpa has told me, he's supposed to be dead, and yet... No, this isn't the time to be thinking about that. Madara or not, he is a threat to Konoha. I can't let him do what he wants.' Shisui thought to himself.

Obito's eye spun, the Sharingan whirling. "Then die with your pride."

Shisui's eyes narrowed as he activated his three tomoe Sharingan.

In a heartbeat, the air exploded with motion. Shisui vanished in a blur of speed, reappearing behind Obito with his short sword slashing downward. The masked man barely twisted out of the way, but Itachi was already there, kunai in hand, lunging for a stab. Obito phased through Itachi's attack, letting the kunai pass harmlessly through his torso.

"Solid teamwork," Obito mocked. "But predictable."

Before he could counter, Shisui followed up with a spinning kick, his foot aiming for Obito's head. This time, the masked man materialized fully, blocking the kick with his Gunbai. The impact reverberated, sending shockwaves through the forest floor.

Itachi and Shisui fell into a synchronized rhythm, their taijutsu flowing like a choreographed dance. Itachi launched a series of swift punches and kicks, each move seamlessly followed by Shisui's counters and strikes. Their combined assault forced Obito on the defensive, his gunbai a blur as he blocked and parried. Yet, his calm demeanor never wavered.

"Taijutsu alone won't defeat him," Shisui muttered, darting back.

"Understood," Itachi replied. "We'll mix it up."

Itachi formed a series of hand signs. "Fire Style: Phoenix Flame Jutsu!"

Small fireballs erupted from his mouth, each one twisting and homing in on Obito. Shisui followed, weaving his own jutsu. "Fire Style: Fireball Technique!"

A big ball of fire coiled and roared toward Obito. The fireballs merged together, creating a swirling vortex of exteme heat and flames. Obito's Sharingan spun, calculating the trajectory, and he leapt high to avoid the onslaught.

Shisui anticipated the move. In mid-air, he unsheathed his blade and hurled it with precision, the metal glinting in the moonlight. Obito twisted, phasing through the weapon—but it was a feint. The blade struck a tree and ricocheted, forcing Obito to rematerialize on the ground.

Itachi was waiting. He lunged, his kunai aiming for the mask's eyehole. Obito barely blocked, their weapons clashing with a metallic screech. The ground beneath them cracked from the force.

"You fight well," Obito admitted, his tone almost respectful. "But not well enough."

As they fought, Itachi's mind raced. This 'Madara' was toying with them, testing their limits. Why? What was his true goal?

"Why destroy the Uchiha?" Itachi demanded between strikes. "What do you gain?"

Obito's Sharingan flared. "Power. Freedom from the cycle of hatred."

"You call this freedom?" Shisui countered, launching a flurry of strikes. "You're spreading more hatred."

Obito's eye gleamed. "Weak words from children."

Despite the duo's relentless attacks, Obito's phasing ability made him nearly untouchable. Itachi signaled subtly to Shisui. They needed a new approach.

"Create an opening," Shisui whispered.

Itachi nodded. He charged forward, his movements a deliberate overextension. Obito saw through it instantly, his Sharingan predicting the fake opening. But as he phased through Itachi, Shisui struck from behind, blade slicing through the air.

Obito phased at the last second, but Shisui had anticipated it. The blade halted mid-swing and, with a flick of his wrist, he redirected it, catching Obito just as he rematerialized.

A thin line of blood appeared on the mask.

Obito stepped back, touching the scratch on his mask. His Sharingan burned brighter.

"Impressive," he admitted.

Shisui and Itachi exchanged glances. They had landed a hit, but victory was far from certain. Obito's calm demeanor suggested he was holding back—and that terrified them.

"We protect the clan and the village." Shisui murmured, resolve hardening.

"Together," Itachi affirmed.

The battle was far from over. The forest held its breath, waiting for the next clash.

The thin line of blood on Obito's mask glistened, a stark reminder that even he could bleed. Moonlight danced through the trees, illuminating the battlefield where three warriors stood—locked in a deadly dance of fate and fury.

Shisui wiped the sweat from his brow, eyes fixed on their elusive opponent. His breathing was steady, but beneath the calm exterior, his mind raced. 'We've managed to scratch him, but that's far from enough.'

Itachi, his face calm but eyes blazing with focus, tightened his grip on the kunai in his hand. "He's phasing strategically. We need to find a way to catch him off guard."

Shisui nodded, his hand hovering over the hilt of his short sword. "We need to predict his re-materialization. Timing is everything."

Obito's single Sharingan swirled ominously. "I admire your spirit, but your struggle is futile. I am beyond your reach."

Without warning, Obito surged forward, his movements a blur. Shisui and Itachi barely had time to react as he appeared between them, Gunbai swinging in a wide arc. The force of the swing sent a shockwave through the air, snapping branches and scattering leaves.

Shisui ducked low, sweeping his leg in a swift counter. Obito phased through it, but Itachi was ready, striking with a kunai aimed at the instant he re-materialized. Metal met wood as Obito blocked with his gunbai, the clang echoing through the forest.

"Predictable," Obito sneered.

But Itachi smirked. "Was it?"

From above, Shisui descended like a hawk, blade gleaming in the moonlight. Obito phased again, but this time, Shisui anticipated it. He twisted mid-air, his blade reversing direction, slashing the moment Obito solidified.

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A/N: Try out my new novel Chains Of Vengeance. It has over 45 Chapters as of me writing this.