Chapter 110 – Obito Loses His Cool
Back in Kirigakure, inside the Mizukage's tower, Uchiha Obito was frowning.
"…Weird. Why haven't Haruta and the others made a move yet?"
It had already been nearly a week since Haruta's team landed in the Land of Water.
And during that week—it was like they vanished off the map. No sightings. No signals. Not a single ripple.
If he didn't know how strong they were, Obito would've suspected they'd all died.
But he did know how strong they were—which made their silence all the more unsettling.
"Maybe they're planning something," Black Zetsu muttered from the side, scanning a report. Truthfully, he hoped they'd just leave.
Ever since he witnessed Haruta's strange "Yang Release: Chakra Mode," he hadn't slept well.
Because he knew what that technique implied—and it scared the hell out of him.
"Besides Hashirama, all the other Asura reincarnates needed tailed beasts to enter Chakra Mode. Haruta doesn't have one. How the hell is he doing it?"
Black Zetsu couldn't figure it out. If he hadn't confirmed that the Nine Tails was still sealed elsewhere, he'd suspect Haruta had stolen it.
Either way, it meant something was slipping out of his control.
Something he hated more than anything.
He'd even stopped sending White Zetsu to spy on Haruta—just in case Haruta had somehow sensed their presence. He couldn't risk being exposed.
But he knew Haruta was still here. That kid was too methodical to leave without completing his objective.
"…Still, we should stay cautious," Black Zetsu advised. "They've been too quiet. They're likely waiting for an opening.
And with Kirigakure so focused on its internal sweep—they might exploit that."
"You think they'll strike while our defenses are down?" Obito sneered. "Sure, they're capable. But do you really think they can find me?
Even if they do—would they really attack a Kage inside his own village?"
"They've done it before," Black Zetsu reminded him. "Burned the Tsuchikage's tower. Captured the Raikage. Kidnapped the Tsuchikage's son."
Obito scoffed, but didn't deny it.
Black Zetsu wasn't done.
"Haruta's analysis and instincts are dangerous. I'll notify Nagato and the others—they should be recovered enough to move.
It's time they got active again."
"…Do what you want," Obito muttered. He didn't think it was necessary—but caution never hurt.
After all, Haruta was the only person who had repeatedly humiliated him since taking on the name "Uchiha Madara."
Someone like that… was worth keeping an eye on.
"Still… Nagato's not in the best shape. If this keeps up, he's going to deteriorate. Got any ways to boost his combat strength?"
"…Combat strength?" Black Zetsu gave Obito a look that clearly said are you stupid?
"I'd say he's fine where he is. Any stronger, and we might not be able to control him anymore."
"Tch. He's just a pawn. Don't overestimate him."
Obito waved it off, but fell into thought.
Still… maybe it's time I considered some backup plans…
Nagato's power was undeniable—even Obito wouldn't try to deny that. But Obito didn't believe for a second that Nagato could truly threaten him.
The only reason Haruta was a problem was because he had space-time techniques, just like when Obito had suffered under Minato's Flying Thunder God.
But Nagato?
His Rinnegan wasn't even his own.
Every time he used that power, he was trading away his life force.
And more importantly—he had no control over space-time techniques. To Obito, that made him essentially harmless.
So why strengthen Nagato at all?
Simple.
Obito didn't want Nagato to beat Haruta—he wanted him to fight Haruta. Draw him out. Let them exhaust each other. That would be the ideal situation.
Because Obito had lost too many rounds to Haruta already—and his pride was hanging by a thread.
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"How do you feel, Nagato?"
In a secluded underground chamber deep within Kirigakure, Konan's voice was soft, tinged with concern.
"I'm fine. Recovered enough."
Nagato nodded. His face was pale, but his chakra was stable.
As he took in their surroundings, he gave a low, cold chuckle.
"That black zetsu… he knows this village well. He slipped past every barrier and snuck us in without a single alert.
Then he drops us off in a place this perfect. Makes you wonder—what kind of position does he hold inside Kirigakure?"
"This won't be simple," Konan replied bluntly.
She had never trusted Black Zetsu or Obito. Everything they did was suspicious by default.
And now? It was becoming obvious—they were being used.
"Maybe… they've already gathered intel on Haruta," Nagato said thoughtfully. "He's probably here in Kirigakure already."
"Could be," Konan said. "I heard from Kakuzu they were tracking Uchiha Obito himself."
Nagato nodded again, and this time activated a soundproof barrier before continuing in a low voice.
"Let's assume that intel is accurate. I've long suspected that the one calling himself 'Madara'… is actually Uchiha Obito."
"So tell me—if they're hiding here in Kirigakure… what role do they play in all this?"
Konan's brows furrowed. That line of thought was getting too deep—even for her.
"I don't know. And maybe it doesn't matter," she said. "But I do think this might be our chance.
After all, our mission is to deal with Haruta. If we never encounter him, we can't complete it."
"Exactly," Nagato agreed. "This may be our first—and last—opportunity."
And right as he spoke, a loud, piercing alarm began to wail through the night.
Even underground, they heard it clearly.
The emergency signal had been triggered.
They didn't need anyone to tell them—something was about to go down.
---
"Those bastards… they're really using me like this?"
In a side street of Kirigakure, Zabuza was gritting his teeth as he stared at his "squad."
Half were his own men. The other half? ANBU agents disguised as his subordinates.
He was the match to light the powder keg—the spark to justify the move against the Mizukage.
As for what happened to the spark afterward… well, that would depend on how the explosion played out.
And Zabuza? The unlucky bastard fit the bill perfectly—his build, his background, his leaked intel—all pointed to him as the ideal fall guy.
"This isn't what I signed up for…"
Zabuza had thought, worst case, he'd end up in a prison cell. Or at most, detained in an ANBU black room. Big deal.
He had confidence in his own skill—and his loyal followers. He was sure he could escape when the chaos hit.
Plus, Genji and Mei had both agreed—his rebellion was "for the village." They'd cover for him.
But now?
They were handing him the blade and pointing him straight at the Mizukage.
"Damn bunch of backstabbing dogs…"
He glanced at the ANBU dressed as his men—already in formation, ready to "assist."
Assist? Please.
They were here to monitor him.
"Sir. It's time."
One of the fake subordinates leaned in and whispered.
Zabuza's hands twitched with the urge to strangle the guy—but he forced a smile and nodded.
No turning back now.
He turned around and looked over everyone, then lowered his voice.
"Brothers… you all know why we're here."
"The Mizukage is a tyrant. He's turned our village into his personal plaything. The blood mist is choking us. The high ranks are fighting each other while the village rots."
"We are Kirigakure shinobi. We fight for the people. For our home."
"Are you ready?"
"YES, SIR!"
Whether they were loyal subordinates or ANBU actors—tonight, they all roared as one.
One way or another, it was time for Kirigakure to burn.
---
The moon was high, the mists thick. The air over the Land of Water had turned cold again.
Down in the fog-choked village of Kirigakure, silence reigned.
Haruta and the others crouched on a ridge overlooking the hidden village, quietly observing the calm before the storm.
As he scanned the terrain below, Haruta casually reached over and took Yugao's hand.
"Cold?"
She gave his hand a light tug—then stopped when she realized he wasn't letting go.
"We're ninja," she muttered.
"Still mad at me?"
Haruta gave her a sideways glance and a playful blink.
Yugao rolled her eyes. "I'm not that childish. I know what's important."
…Even so, she couldn't help the tiny pang in her heart. She knew Haruta had made the right call earlier—but why hadn't he come to her first?
Ninjas were trained to be calm. Rational.
Especially ANBU.
Still, a little jealousy would've been nice…
"If it makes you feel better, it was urgent," Haruta said with a smile. "And you guys weren't that far."
He followed her gaze downward—but she'd been watching him, and caught the movement instantly.
"What are you looking at?"
Her hand clamped down hard on his, and he winced.
"It's nothing, jeez…"
Haruta looked like he wanted to say more, but then—
"Oi," Jiraiya suddenly leaned in. "Now's not the time to flirt, you two. That Suna chick's watching, too."
He wiggled his eyebrows meaningfully, and the exaggerated expression nearly made Yugao laugh.
She was embarrassed at first—but the second she heard the second half of Jiraiya's sentence, she froze.
Haruta raised an eyebrow, completely unfazed.
"Tonight's mission is going to be dangerous," he said. "Who knows if we'll all make it out… ah, forget it. No need to jinx it."
"But hey, we're waiting on your orders, Captain Jiraiya. We wouldn't dare move without them."
"Indeed, Captain," Yamato chimed in from the side, already halfway into fanboy mode.
He'd started as a clean slate—but after meeting Haruta, another Root-trained shinobi with similar abilities, it was obvious who he looked up to now.
"Ugh. You brats are annoying."
Jiraiya turned to glare at Kakashi. "Hey! Aren't you their commander? Say something!"
Kakashi laughed awkwardly, grabbed Yamato by the collar, and dragged him back to the waiting position.
Pakura watched the scene unfold, stunned.
This… this is one of Konoha's Three Legendary Sannin?
For a moment, her opinion of Jiraiya dropped like a rock—but she quickly shook her head.
Maybe… this is just his way of easing the tension before battle.
---
Down in Kirigakure, the streets were eerily quiet.
The mass mobilization effort had drawn most of the village's shinobi outward.
And with the blood mist policy still in effect, Kirigakure's night was long and oppressive.
Only the occasional barking dog… or crying infant… reminded anyone there was still life in the village.
BZZZZZZT—
Suddenly, dark shadows flickered through the fog—silent, swift.
"ENEMY ATTACK!"
A scream erupted from the direction of the Mizukage's tower.
It shattered the silence like a hammer on glass.
Then came the shouts. The explosions. The blaring alarms.
---
"Finally…"
Back on the mountaintop, Haruta and the others snapped into formation.
The flames flickering in the distance reflected in Jiraiya's eyes as he clenched his fists.
"It's time," he said solemnly. "Proceed as planned."
"One thing before we move out."
"My priority isn't just mission success. It's that all of you make it back alive. Got it?"
"Then—go!"
---
"Can't believe this is happening… inside Kirigakure."
Orochimaru and Kakuzu raced through the fog, closing in on the tower.
Though they had entered the village together, they'd split up almost immediately.
Veteran shinobi rarely moved as one—each had their own rhythm, their own objectives.
But when the time came, they'd converge on the target, swift and deadly.
Whether they were hunting prey—or preparing to flee.
Staring at the flames spreading through the heart of Kirigakure, Orochimaru couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head.
"Trouble or not… it's none of our business. We just need to handle our part."
Kakuzu gave a careless shrug, completely unfazed. His job was done, and if nothing went wrong, he'd be getting another hefty paycheck soon. Right now, he was in full-on "I got paid, what do I care?" mode.
He'd come to fully embrace something Haruta had once told him:
"You're busting your ass in this organization for how much a month? Is it really worth dying over?"
Kakuzu finally got it. Risking your life? Sure. But only if the paycheck—and the employer—was worth it. And Haruta? Now that was a boss worth working for.
"Not our business?" Orochimaru's smile grew sly. He glanced sideways at Kakuzu, clearly amused.
Of course, Orochimaru wasn't like the rest of Akatsuki. He was once one of Konoha's legendary Sannin—one step from the Hokage seat. He knew just how tight Konoha's intel network was, how effective their counterintelligence protocols were.
To him, Kakuzu—no matter how dangerous—wasn't someone Konoha would truly see as a threat.
But Orochimaru didn't call him out. Not yet. He might still have use for him.
"You really think all of this chaos tonight has nothing to do with Konoha?" Orochimaru said lightly.
"So what if it does?" Kakuzu shrugged again, eyes glinting. "We came here for Haruta. The more Kirigakure burns, the better our chances of meeting him face to face."
"…Our mission's just become more complicated," Orochimaru said, smirking as he fell silent.
Recruiting Haruta wasn't his job—not yet. That was Nagato's department. For now, all they needed to do was stir up more chaos… and intercept any other Konoha reinforcements.
That was why Orochimaru had chosen to pair with Kakuzu—not with Jūzō Biwa, as Nagato had initially arranged.
Because if Kakuzu was a mole, things could get very… interesting.
---
"Oh? Looks like someone beat us here," Kakuzu said suddenly, eyes narrowing.
Orochimaru looked up. Sure enough—Konan and Jūzō had already arrived.
And not just them.
Figures from Konoha had started to emerge too, their silhouettes flickering through the firelight and mist before the Mizukage Tower.
---
"Tch. Can't believe that bastard Zabuza actually went through with it."
Near the base of the Mizukage Tower, Konan and Jūzō had reached the scene early.
As a former member of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen, Jūzō knew Kirigakure's layout inside and out. With him leading, they'd cut through the village in no time.
Konan had originally stayed behind to watch over Nagato. But with things escalating this fast, she had no choice but to join the frontlines.
Watching the chaos unfold around them—ninja clashing in the streets, blood mist rising thicker than ever—Jūzō couldn't help but curse under his breath.
"Don't be naive," Konan said coldly. "Things like this don't happen by coincidence."
As the current leader of the Hidden Rain, she knew better than to believe in luck.
"Whenever something looks like a coincidence—it's usually someone pulling strings behind the curtain. And tonight, everything feels… orchestrated."
"You think someone's behind Zabuza? Konoha, maybe?" Jūzō asked, raising an eyebrow.
Konan shook her head.
"Hard to say. I don't know enough about Kirigakure to guess. But I do know this village has two shadows running it."
"As for whether Konoha's involved… I wouldn't be surprised if they were."
"Konan. So, you're here too."
A familiar voice rang out from the mist.
Neither Konan nor Jūzō looked surprised. They simply turned toward the voice.
They'd sensed someone watching them for a while now—they just hadn't bothered to say anything.
"Jiraiya-sensei," Konan said softly. She tilted her head slightly, then gave a polite nod.
She didn't try to hide their past. She acknowledged it openly.
"Looks like Konoha's been busy lately. Grass Country. Iwagakure. Now Kirigakure. What's next? Are you planning to move on Kumogakure? Or Sunagakure?"
As she spoke, her gaze flicked briefly toward Pakura. Jiraiya's brow furrowed slightly.
"Konoha follows a code," he replied firmly. "Unlike your organization, we don't do as we please.
And for the record—Sunagakure is our ally. Any future contact will only bring us closer."
"Is that so?" Konan stared at him blankly.
Jiraiya didn't feel like arguing.
"Where's Orochimaru? And Nagato?" he asked, eyes narrowing.
Thanks to Haruta's earlier briefing—and Zabuza's confirmations—Jiraiya now knew the dead man with the Rinnegan had orange hair.
That was Nagato. The real body behind the "Pain" identity.
He just wanted to know what really happened back then.
"If you want intel," Konan said evenly, "find it yourself."
But inwardly, she knew—Nagato had been exposed.
"As for Orochimaru…" she turned slightly, her voice cool. "Isn't he already here?"
---
Inside the Mizukage Tower
Outside, war raged.
Inside, Haruta moved at a leisurely pace through the half-wrecked hallways.
Corpses littered the floors, but compared to the chaos outside, this place was… calm.
Haruta's objective was clear:
Find the Fourth Mizukage. Find Uchiha Obito.
But there was a problem.
Without the Byakugan, how was he supposed to locate Obito?
He remembered—Ao was the one who had once pierced through Obito's genjutsu using the Hyūga clan's dojutsu.
And Obito, knowing this, had never let Ao anywhere near him.
Add to that the countless chakra barriers built into the tower—clearly designed to block the Byakugan—and it was no wonder Obito had remained hidden this long.
"…Guess I'll have to go with brute force."
Haruta sighed. He didn't want to cause more destruction than necessary, but he had no choice.
BOOM—
Suddenly, a powerful explosion rocked the entire building.
The Mizukage Tower trembled violently.
From the shattered windows, Haruta could just make out two massive chakra monsters clashing outside.
The battle had escalated.
"So it begins…" Haruta muttered, chakra flaring.
But before he could move—a sudden pulling force yanked at his back.
Kamui?
Haruta's eyes narrowed. He recognized that sensation instantly.
So—Obito had finally made his move.
Haruta reacted immediately. Kamui's suction was strong, but with his enhanced physical stats—LV11 and above—he forced his body out of the vortex with a quick sidestep.
And sure enough… there he was.
Uchiha Obito.
Standing like a shadow against the flickering flames.
"So it's you," Haruta said, calm as ever. A faint smile touched his lips. "I've been wondering—what role you'd play in this village. Now, I see it clearly."
"Hmph."
Obito snorted and responded without a word. A black rod formed in his hand and whipped forward—aimed straight at Haruta's head.
He wasn't in the mood for small talk.
His emotions were all over the place. His pride was in shambles.
Just fifteen minutes ago, he had confidently told Black Zetsu that Haruta wouldn't find him. That no one would dare touch the Mizukage.
And then? A rebellion broke out. Haruta came knocking.
Coincidence? Yeah, right.
"How does this bastard know me so well?!"
Obito's black staff howled through the air, infused with Yin-Yang Release.
But Haruta? He didn't even flinch.
Pulling out a kunai, he danced through Obito's attacks, every movement precise, clean—and filled with mockery.
"Not gonna lie… your taijutsu is bad."
"I suspected it before, but now it's obvious. So let me ask you—"
"Are you really an Uchiha?"
The mocking tone was impossible to ignore.
Obito grit his teeth, still striking. But he was careful—he knew Kamui had a cooldown.
He had to avoid giving Haruta an opening.
"Pathetic," Haruta said, voice almost lazy as he side-stepped another strike.
"You've locked yourself into a tiny world—your precious Sharingan dimension.
Then you scream that the world betrayed you… and lash out at the people who cared for you most."
"I heard stories from Kakashi."
He paused.
"I'm curious—what did Kushina's rice balls taste like?"
"SHUT UP!"
Obito roared, black rod slamming down again.
But this time—Haruta got serious.
His speed blurred.
In an instant, he dodged the strike and drove a kunai straight toward Obito's chest.
"Tch—!"
Obito cursed, forced to retreat into Kamui's space again to avoid the blow.
Haruta sighed, shaking his head.
"Sloppy form. Slow reactions. You really are a disappointment."
"You'll spend your life hiding in that sewer you call a dimension."
He casually flipped his kunai, clapped his hands together, and let his chakra surge.
"You're just a rat in a gutter, Obito.
A coward, forever hiding from the sun."
CRACK—
Suddenly, massive vines burst through the floor, splitting the tower from within.
Obito froze—just for a second.
It was enough.
Haruta vanished—and reappeared behind him.
BAM!
A perfectly timed kick slammed into Obito's lower back, sending him crashing straight into the wall.
"Huh? So that was your real body? What a waste."
Haruta blinked as he looked at Obito. It was always hard to tell when the man was using Kamui to phase in and out—reality or illusion, solid or intangible. In a fight, that margin of error could be fatal.
But Haruta didn't care.
With a quick flip, Obito got back on his feet, hands flying into hand seals. His nerves were fraying—he'd figured out what Haruta was planning.
That bastard was aiming to destroy the Mizukage Tower!
"Fire Style: Bombing Wind Dance!"
The twisted space of Kamui intertwined with searing flame. A vortex of fire burst forth, surging toward Haruta with violent intensity.
"In the Land of Water, and you're using fire jutsu?" Haruta raised a brow. With a single hand seal, he answered calmly:
"Water Style: Water Formation Wall."
In the Land of Water, water-style ninjutsu consumed less chakra and carried greater force. A towering wall of rushing water rose in front of Haruta, effortlessly quenching Obito's flames.
BOOM—
Steam surged as fire met water. In that brief veil of mist, a golden flash appeared behind Obito—unseen and sudden.
In that flash, a blue sphere spun to life.
"Rasengan."
BOOM!!
A shockwave exploded through the Mizukage Tower, rattling its entire foundation. Every window in the vicinity shattered under the pressure, glass raining down in a deadly hail.
Crack… crack…
Cracks spidered across the surrounding walls, while Obito, now coughing and bleeding from under his mask, staggered out of the rubble, clutching his chest.
His ribs had clearly caved in.
"Fast reflexes," Haruta said coolly. "I'll give you that. Your jutsu is interesting, at least."
Obito glared up at him, blood staining the edges of his mask.
"Why… Why do you know all this?"
"Why?"
Haruta tilted his head, amusement flickering in his eyes.
Should I just say I watched the anime?
"You think you're smart. But in reality, you're an idiot. I read your profile—your intelligence stat was a '2'. That's just above a tree stump."
"You're so blinded by revenge that it makes you predictable."
"You went after the Fourth Hokage's family for vengeance, right? So why wouldn't you go after Kirigakure—the village that sealed the Three-Tails inside Rin and forced her to die by Kakashi's hand?"
Haruta's hands came together again, forming another seal. His tone turned mocking.
"Killing the Fourth Hokage was about timing. One target. One moment."
"But Kirigakure? You're not smart enough to seek out the real culprits. So what's the best way for a brain-dead avenger to ruin an entire village?"
Obito froze.
"Policy," he whispered.
That was something even Black Zetsu had told him long ago.
"Policy is the silent knife. The way to rot a village from the inside."
"Exactly," Haruta replied, his chakra now pulsing.
"Whoever came up with the Blood Mist Policy clearly wanted Kirigakure to self-destruct. It wasn't subtle. It wasn't clever. But it worked."
"Someone just needed to trace those policies back to their origin. And surprise—you're not that hard to track, Obito."
"You're nothing but a rat in a sewer. You think you're clever, but you're pathetic. You're not even qualified to be my opponent."
Haruta's words hit harder than any jutsu.
Obito could feel the insult sink deep, cutting through pride, anger, and delusion. The humiliation twisted in his chest.
The Uchiha's eternal nemesis… would it always be the damn Senju?
"Wood Style: Deep Forest Emergence!"
Haruta ignored Obito's trembling fury. His chakra surged, and the vines that had already begun to stir beneath the tower erupted in full bloom.
They twisted and spiraled, colliding and fusing—until the entire Mizukage Tower began to shake.
BOOOOM—
A colossal tree burst through the heart of the building, splintering the rooftop, reaching straight for the heavens.
---
"Elder, shouldn't we be doing something?" Mei Terumi stood on a watchtower, gazing down at the burning village.
The chaos below made her heart ache. These were her comrades, her people. Watching them tear each other apart was unbearable.
"We've already passed the point of intervention," Genji replied solemnly.
He turned to Mei, voice steady. "And don't forget—this conflict was caused by Konoha, Sunagakure, and Zabuza's group of rebels."
Mei pressed her lips together, hesitating.
"But… if everything Haruta said is true, then—"
"Then they're heroes," Genji interrupted without missing a beat.
"They were invited. They collaborated with us to save the village. Zabuza will be promoted to Head of ANBU. And Kirigakure will officially begin negotiations with Konoha for future cooperation—and perhaps peace."
Mei fell silent. She hated how fake it all sounded, even if it was the best solution.
"Feeling conflicted?" Genji asked quietly.
Mei didn't respond, but her expression said everything.
"I get it," the old man sighed. "But this is your lesson for today—governing a village means letting go of black-and-white ideals."
"Not every friend is a good person. Not every enemy deserves to be your enemy. We must reshape our morality to match the village's needs."
"Because above all… the village must come first."
"Even if the Fourth Mizukage has to be removed, it must be done the right way."
Mei nodded slowly, then asked:
"So… if morality is flexible, what's the limit?"
"And doesn't that make us rebels?"
"Limit?" Genji scoffed. "There is no limit. If you want to succeed, you must become a black hole of morality."
"Because every decision will put you at odds with someone."
"As for rebellion? Rebels are only rebels if they lose. And we haven't lost."
"We haven't even joined the fight yet."
Mei opened her mouth but said nothing.
At that moment, Ao sprinted up the tower.
"Elder! Evacuation protocols are active—civilians are moving to safety!"
"Good." Genji nodded. "We can let go of some loyalist shinobi. But we won't abandon the people. The future of Kirigakure depends on them."
"Then what about us—?"
The words had barely left his mouth when the ground shook violently. A deafening crash echoed through the village.
Genji and Mei both turned.
Near the ruined Mizukage Tower… two enormous beasts had appeared.
"…Jiraiya. Orochimaru."
Genji's face darkened.
He knew all too well what these two fighting seriously meant.
The damage to the village would be catastrophic.
Kirigakure wasn't exactly swimming in resources. The seas were rich, sure—but isolationism had cut off all trade routes. They had food, yes—but not enough money to replace this kind of loss.
This, too, was why Genshū was willing to negotiate with Konoha.
"Sir, look!" Aoi suddenly shouted, pointing toward the tower.
Genji followed his finger—and his heart nearly stopped.
The Mizukage Tower was collapsing.
From within it… a massive tree burst into the sky.
"Wood Style…"
Genji's voice trembled.
He stared, stunned.
First they burn down the Tsuchikage's tower… now they destroy ours?
He'd always suspected that event wasn't entirely Obito's doing. Now, seeing this—he wasn't so sure anymore.
And then—
"Sir! The barrier's down!" Aoi shouted again, eyes wide.
"I saw it! I saw it! The Fourth Mizukage—he's under a genjutsu!"
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