Published at 23rd of September 2024 9:31 am

Chapter 150 The Path of Dusk, Obito Uchiha's Redemption: 3 Shattered Convictions

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The village smoldered in the aftermath of the attack, thick smoke rising into the sky as the flames finally began to die down. Villagers hurried to put out the last of the fires, while others tended to the wounded. Obito and Kakashi stood in the center of the devastation, watching as the masked shinobi’s portal vanished completely.

Obito’s gaze was distant, the masked figure’s final words echoing in his mind. “You cannot escape the legacy you left behind.” He clenched his fists, feeling the familiar weight of guilt pressing down on him, as if the very ground beneath him were trying to pull him back into the shadows of his past.

Kakashi’s voice broke the silence. “We need to report this to the Hokage. Whoever that masked shinobi is, they’re not going to stop here. They’re targeting you, Obito.”

“I know,” Obito muttered, his voice low. He turned away from the village, his mind already racing with possibilities. The masked shinobi’s chakra had been eerily similar to the Ten-Tails, but more than that, they knew too much about him. Their words had pierced him deeper than any weapon could.

Kakashi could sense Obito’s internal struggle. “Don’t let them get into your head. You’ve changed, Obito. You’re not the man you once were.”

Obito remained silent for a moment, then spoke softly, almost as if to himself. “But what if I am? What if I never truly left that man behind?”

Kakashi frowned, stepping closer to his old friend. “That’s not true. You’ve come a long way since the war. You’ve fought for peace, for the future of the shinobi world. Don’t let this masked figure convince you otherwise.”

Obito met Kakashi’s gaze, his Sharingan still swirling with residual tension. “You don’t understand, Kakashi. The darkness I carried… it never fully left me. It’s always there, waiting for a moment of weakness.”

Kakashi was about to respond when a sudden movement caught their attention. From the rubble of a nearby building, a young woman staggered forward, clutching a child in her arms. Her clothes were singed, and her face was streaked with soot and tears.

“Help…” she gasped, her voice weak.

Obito and Kakashi moved quickly, catching her before she collapsed. The child in her arms was unconscious but breathing, his small chest rising and falling steadily.

Kakashi quickly assessed the situation. “She needs medical attention. We should get her to the nearest medic.”

Obito nodded, but as they prepared to leave, the woman’s hand shot out, grabbing Obito’s sleeve. Her eyes were wide with fear.

“It was… him,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “The man in the mask… he said he would come back… for you.”

Obito’s heart sank. The masked shinobi had terrorized this village, not for any strategic gain, but to send a message. A message meant for him.

Kakashi placed a comforting hand on the woman’s shoulder. “We’ll make sure you’re safe. Don’t worry.”

The woman nodded weakly, her grip loosening as she finally allowed herself to be led away by the remaining villagers. Obito watched her go, the weight of the situation settling heavily on his shoulders.

Kakashi turned to him, his voice more serious now. “We can’t ignore this, Obito. Whoever this masked shinobi is, they’re after you, and they’re not going to stop until they’ve drawn you back into that darkness.”

Obito looked down at his hands, the hands that had once brought destruction and death to so many. The temptation to fall back into that darkness, to embrace the power he had once wielded, was always there, lurking in the shadows of his mind. But he had chosen a different path—one of atonement, of redemption. Could he stay true to that path, even with his past clawing at him?

“I won’t let them pull me back,” Obito said, his voice firm despite the doubt gnawing at his core. “I’ve fought too hard to leave that part of myself behind.”

Kakashi nodded, a small smile forming beneath his mask. “Then we’ll face this together. Whoever they are, they’ll have to get through both of us.”

As the two prepared to leave the village and report back to the Hokage, a sudden surge of chakra flooded the area, sending a chill down their spines. The ground trembled once more, and in the distance, the air shimmered with an unnatural energy.

Kakashi’s eyes widened. “It’s the masked shinobi again.”

Obito’s heart raced as he turned toward the source of the disturbance. There, just beyond the village, the black portal had reappeared, swirling ominously like a storm. And from it emerged not one, but several figures—cloaked in darkness, each wearing a different mask.

“They brought reinforcements,” Kakashi muttered, his voice laced with tension.

Obito’s Sharingan flared to life as he scanned the newcomers. Their chakra was twisted, unnatural, and all too familiar. These were not ordinary shinobi—they were remnants of the dark forces that had followed Madara’s vision of the world.

The lead figure, the same masked shinobi they had encountered earlier, stepped forward, their voice echoing with cold authority. “You cannot escape, Obito. You’ve tried to leave behind your true nature, but it will always find you. You were born from the shadows, and to the shadows, you will return.”

Obito gritted his teeth, his heart pounding in his chest. He had once believed in that very same philosophy, that peace could only come through control, through power. But he had learned the hard way that such a path only led to ruin.

“I’m not the person I was,” Obito said, his voice strong despite the fear creeping in. “I won’t fall back into that darkness.”

The masked shinobi’s laugh was sharp and cruel. “We’ll see about that.”

In an instant, the air was filled with a flurry of movement. The masked shinobi’s followers darted forward, moving with incredible speed as they attacked Obito and Kakashi from all sides. Obito’s Sharingan spun rapidly as he dodged their strikes, using Kamui to phase through their attacks when necessary. Kakashi, too, was a blur of motion, deflecting kunai and shuriken with ease.

But something was wrong. The attackers’ movements were too coordinated, too precise. It was as if they were not just following orders but anticipating Obito’s every move, mirroring his own battle techniques.

“They’re studying us,” Kakashi shouted over the clash of metal. “They know how we fight!”

Obito’s mind raced. These weren’t just ordinary enemies—they were trained specifically to counter him and Kakashi. But how? How could they know so much about their techniques?

In the midst of the chaos, the masked shinobi remained still, watching with an eerie calm. Their voice rang out again, cutting through the noise of battle.

“Do you feel it, Obito? The weight of your past, dragging you down? You can’t run from it forever. The darkness is where you belong.”

Obito’s breath hitched as a tendril of doubt wound its way into his mind. The words of the masked shinobi gnawed at his resolve, threatening to pull him back into the depths of despair. His movements faltered for a split second—a momentary lapse that was enough for one of the attackers to land a blow.

Kakashi was at his side in an instant, deflecting the follow-up strike and creating space between them and the enemy.

“Focus, Obito,” Kakashi urged. “Don’t let them get inside your head!”

Obito’s eyes narrowed as he steadied himself. He couldn’t afford to hesitate. Not now. Not with so much at stake.

With a renewed sense of purpose, Obito activated his Mangekyō Sharingan, his chakra flaring around him in a powerful burst. He would not let these ghosts of his past dictate his future. He had chosen a different path, and he would fight to stay on it—no matter the cost.

As the battle raged on, Obito knew one thing for certain: this was only the beginning. The masked shinobi and their followers would not stop until they had dragged him back into the darkness.

But Obito was determined not to fall. Not this time.

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In this third chapter, Obito faces a coordinated attack from the mysterious masked shinobi and their followers. As the battle intensifies, the enemy’s words begin to weigh heavily on Obito, threatening to undermine his resolve. Despite the growing sense of doubt, Obito steels himself for the fight ahead, determined to stay true to his path of redemption.

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