Writing a Diary in the Shinobi World, and the Kunoichi Are Shocked

Meanwhile, in the Hidden Mist Village.

"Obito, this time, you were far too reckless."

Black Zetsu's face remained composed, not out of dissatisfaction but because it was naturally shaped that way.

Obito removed his mask, revealing his half-twisted face. Both his eyes were scarlet with three tomoe, but if an Uchiha clansman were present, they would clearly sense that the two eyes emitted slightly different auras.

"I don't need you lecturing me."

Seeing Obito's indifferent demeanor, Black Zetsu grew more displeased, speaking in a hoarse voice.

"You provoked a war between the Mist and the Leaf over a personal grudge, which might be excusable, but this time, you almost lost the Three-Tails. In the end, you had to personally intervene to reclaim it."

"If the Moon Eye Plan is exposed, the consequences will be unimaginable!"

Listening to Black Zetsu's reprimand, Obito coldly replied.

"Hmph, the plan won't be exposed. You're overthinking."

"I hope so."

On the surface, Black Zetsu appeared to be a puppet created by Madara Uchiha using the Rinnegan through the Divine Tree, representing Madara's will.

But this was merely a disguise.

Black Zetsu's true identity was a creation of Kaguya Otsutsuki.

Its goal was simple.

To free its mother, Kaguya, from her seal on the moon.

To achieve this, the Moon Eye Plan had to succeed; failure was not an option.

"By the way, you seem to have a strong obsession with killing Night Star Uchiha."

Obito glanced at Black Zetsu, his gaze filled with coldness.

"What are you implying?"

Black Zetsu chuckled twice, then calmly said.

"It seems to me that you're afraid. Afraid that one day, when you face Night Star Uchiha, your hesitation will cause you to lose to him, leading to complete failure. Am I right?"

"You're overthinking."

Obito shook his head, his tone indifferent.

"This world is false."

"Night Star Uchiha is also false. To me, he holds no particular significance."

Black Zetsu neither agreed nor refuted. "If that's truly the case, then good."

It then continued.

"The Mist's strength has been weakened and can no longer directly contend with the Leaf. Our objective is to weaken the Leaf's power as much as possible. Let's push for peace talks between the Mist and the Sand."

Obito nodded slightly, then looked at Yagura, who sat stiffly beside him, and said in a low voice.

"I'll have him handle it."

Obito stood up and walked toward the cave's entrance. Upon reaching the doorway, he stopped, turned back, and stared directly at Black Zetsu's inhuman face, saying each word deliberately.

"Remember, I am Madara's chosen successor."

"If you try to meddle again, don't blame me for being ruthless."

...

On the other side, in the streets of the Leaf Village.

Danzo lay on the ground, a far cry from his usual dignified self, looking utterly disheveled.

What made matters worse was his inability to find a suitable excuse to explain the Sharingan on his arm.

Claim they were collected from the battlefield?

The Uchiha weren't fools. Whenever a clansman fell, their Sharingan was always retrieved and destroyed.

Even Kakashi Hatake, the Fourth Hokage's student, had faced considerable trouble over the Sharingan gifted to him by Obito.

"I... this..."

Danzo stammered, unable to utter a single coherent word.

"Can't explain it?"

Night Star smiled gently, the blade in his hand gleaming coldly, reflecting his handsome face.

"If you can't explain, then return it."

With that, under the astonished gazes of the crowd, Night Star slashed down, severing Danzo's right arm completely!

Danzo, due to the swift action, hadn't even felt pain initially. He was merely confused.

Why did his shoulder suddenly feel lighter?

It wasn't until blood began gushing from the wound that his brain registered the searing pain, twisting his expression in agony.

To maintain his composure and being a seasoned warrior Danzo clenched his teeth and refrained from screaming, despite being on the verge of passing out from the pain.

"This arm," Night Star said, shaking Danzo's severed arm with a smile.

"Is returned to us, the Uchiha."

Witnessing this brutal and bloody scene, the onlookers and the village's high-ranking officials couldn't help but gasp.

Shikaku Nara thought to himself: As expected, Night Star Uchiha is someone to be cautiously guarded against.

During the Third Shinobi World War, he had taken hundreds of lives but, unlike Kakashi, hadn't undergone a drastic change in personality. This was an oddity.

Now, witnessing this, Shikaku finally understood.

To Night Star, such actions were a source of delight!

Despite his outwardly kind demeanor, Night Star is inner nature bore an uncanny resemblance to that of the powerful and cold Madara Uchiha of old.

Hiruzen Sarutobi's face turned purple with suppressed anger, but given the circumstances, he could only endure silently.

Similarly, as the head of the Uchiha clan, Fugaku dared not speak further after Night Star is pointed remarks implied a possible collaboration with Danzo. Any suspicion from the clan would jeopardize his position as head.

With matters reaching this point, what could be done?

Nothing but let it be.

Night Star waved to members of the Police Force, pointing at the defeated Danzo beneath his foot, and casually ordered.

"Take him back to the Police Force for investigation."

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