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Naruto: New Adventures (Web Novel) - Chapter 149 The Path of Dusk, Obito Uchiha's Redemption: 2 A Dark Visitor
Chapter 149 The Path of Dusk, Obito Uchiha's Redemption: 2 A Dark Visitor
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The small village burned.Flames licked at the wooden buildings, thick smoke billowing into the night sky as villagers scattered in panic. Obito and Kakashi darted through the treetops, moving as one, their shinobi instincts guiding them toward the epicenter of the destruction. Though they had both fought many battles, the sight of senseless violence still stirred a deep unease within them.
Obito’s eyes remained fixed on the figure standing at the heart of the chaos—a lone shinobi, shrouded in black with a mask that obscured their face. Their chakra radiated outward, dark and twisted, stirring memories of battles Obito would rather forget. The way they stood, calm amid the turmoil, reminded him too much of his own days as Tobi.
“They’ve been waiting for me,” Obito muttered, narrowing his eyes.
Kakashi glanced at him but said nothing. He could sense the tension in Obito’s body, the way his muscles coiled as if ready to leap into battle at a moment’s notice. But there was more than just readiness in Obito—there was fear. Not of the enemy, but of the person he might become if he let his old instincts take over.
As they reached the edge of the burning village, the masked figure turned to face them, their eyes gleaming with malevolent intent beneath the flames. The air seemed to thicken, the temperature around them dropping as a creeping chill spread from the masked shinobi’s position.
“So, the infamous Obito Uchiha finally shows himself,” the masked figure said, their voice cold and distorted. “I’ve been waiting for this moment.”
Obito landed lightly on the ground, his Sharingan swirling as he assessed the figure in front of him. “Who are you?”
The masked shinobi chuckled, a low, chilling sound that sent a shiver down Obito’s spine. “It doesn’t matter who I am. What matters is that I’m here to claim what was left behind. The power you so recklessly abandoned, the legacy of Madara Uchiha.”
Obito stiffened, his jaw clenching. “Madara’s dead. His legacy is nothing but ruin.”
The figure stepped forward, the flickering light from the burning village casting eerie shadows on their mask. “Is that what you think? You really believe that after all you’ve done, the world can be saved so easily? You think redemption is within reach, just because you’re sorry?”
Obito didn’t flinch, but the words struck at his core. The guilt of his past actions was a constant burden, one he carried every day. He had thought that by helping stop Kaguya and the Infinite Tsukuyomi, he had begun to atone. But the weight of his sins never fully left him.
“What do you want?” Kakashi asked, stepping up beside Obito, his eyes cold and sharp.
The masked shinobi tilted their head, as though amused. “What I want? It’s simple. I want to complete the work Madara started. The world is broken, filled with suffering and hatred. Only by ruling it through power—true, overwhelming power—can we create real peace.”
Obito’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. The words were too familiar, echoing his own twisted philosophy from years ago. How many times had he stood in this very spot, convinced that the only way to save the world was to bend it to his will? He had fallen for Madara’s lies once. He wouldn’t fall for them again.
“You’re deluded,” Obito said firmly. “There is no peace in control. I’ve walked that path, and it only leads to more suffering.”
The figure’s masked gaze shifted to Obito, their voice growing colder. “And what makes you think the world deserves anything else? You talk about redemption, but the blood on your hands will never wash away. Your soul is already damned, Uchiha.”
Kakashi’s hand shifted toward his kunai pouch. “Enough of this. If you’re here to cause destruction, we’ll stop you.”
The figure didn’t respond immediately, but instead raised their hand slowly. Dark chakra began to swirl around them, the air crackling with an unnatural energy that felt disturbingly familiar to Obito. It was like the chakra of the Ten-Tails, the same malevolent force that had once threatened to consume him.
Before they could react, the masked shinobi made a single hand seal, and the ground beneath their feet trembled violently. In an instant, dark tendrils of chakra shot up from the earth, twisting and writhing like serpents, lashing out at both Obito and Kakashi.
Kakashi leaped back, dodging the attacks with ease, but Obito stood his ground, his Sharingan spinning as he analyzed the jutsu. With a swift movement, he activated Kamui, phasing through the tendrils as they passed harmlessly through his body.
“You can’t intimidate me with these tricks,” Obito growled, his Sharingan blazing with determination. “I’ve faced worse.”
The masked shinobi’s laughter echoed through the air as the tendrils retreated, merging back into the earth. “Oh, I’m not trying to intimidate you, Obito. I’m trying to remind you of who you truly are.”
Without warning, the figure launched forward with incredible speed, closing the distance between them in an instant. Their masked face was inches from Obito’s, and for a brief moment, their eyes locked—Sharingan against Sharingan.
“You’re just like me.”
The words sent a jolt of anger through Obito, but he shoved it down, refusing to give in to the taunt. With a swift motion, he summoned a chakra rod in his hand and swung it toward the masked figure, but they vanished in a blur, reappearing several meters away.
Obito gritted his teeth. Whoever this person was, they were more than just another follower of Madara’s ideology. Their mastery of chakra, the way they moved—it was as if they had studied him, learned from his every move.
Kakashi appeared beside him, his own Sharingan focused on the enemy. “We can’t let them escape.”
“I know,” Obito replied. “But this isn’t over yet. They have something planned.”
The masked figure raised their hand again, and this time, a black portal began to swirl in the air behind them. “You’ve only delayed the inevitable, Obito. The time will come when you’ll have to face the truth. You cannot escape the legacy you left behind.”
As the figure began to step into the portal, Obito’s mind raced. He could pursue them, use Kamui to follow into the unknown. But a part of him hesitated. The figure’s words had struck too deep, reopening wounds he had tried so hard to close.
With a final glance, the masked shinobi disappeared into the void, leaving only the crackling flames of the burning village behind. Obito stared at the spot where they had vanished, his heart heavy with a familiar sense of dread.
Kakashi placed a hand on his shoulder. “Whoever they are, we’ll deal with them. But you can’t let their words shake you, Obito.”
Obito nodded, but the doubt lingered. Whoever that masked figure was, they had come for him, and they knew things about him that no ordinary shinobi could. And worst of all, they had reminded him of something he could never forget.
The past was never truly gone.
