Naruto: Transmigrated as Obito with the System

Obito stored Nagano's lifeless body into his Kamui dimension.

"Dead sparrow, just wait—when I unlock more power, I'll bring you back. You and Uncle Sakumo. I'm sure he'd love to have a chat with you. Say whatever you want to him then. I'll let you rant all you like."

His voice was light, almost joking, but the weight in his chest didn't lessen. Not one bit.

Maybe someone would ask: why didn't Obito just use Kamui earlier to escape with everyone?

The thought had crossed his mind.

One quick Kamui, and he could've vanished with the others. Problem solved.

But that would've exposed his abilities.

And if certain people—say, a fifty-five-year-old Danzo Shimura, that conniving snake—caught wind of what he could do… Well, Obito didn't even want to think about what kind of schemes Danzo would come up with to get his Sharingan.

No. As long as he stayed here and drew enough attention, Kakashi and the others would be safe.

Besides, he still had a score to settle. Nagano's death wouldn't go unavenged.

Shaking his head, Obito shoved his thoughts aside and let out a crazed laugh as he charged forward.

"Hahaha! Let's go!"

A short blade gleamed in his hand as he threw it to the side, deflecting an attack from an Iwagakure shinobi. In the same motion, flames enveloped his hands as he plunged one into another enemy's chest, incinerating their heart in an instant.

"Five... six... seven... eight... nine!"

Obito tore through the battlefield like a wolf among sheep. No. Calling this a "battle" would be generous. It was a one-sided massacre.

Picking up his short blade again, Obito glanced toward the nearby forest.

Ten Iwagakure squads surrounded him, their expressions a mix of shock and caution.

"This brat… took out three squads on his own?!"

"I thought Konoha had no one left. Who knew they had a kid like this hidden away?"

"Damn it. He doesn't even look older than my son… Raising a child like him, Konoha really does breed monsters…"

But the most unsettling thing for the Iwa shinobi was the boy's calmness. Despite being surrounded by such overwhelming numbers, Obito didn't panic. He didn't even look fazed. Instead, he nonchalantly straightened his clothes, as if the battle hadn't even started.

The squad leaders whispered among themselves.

"He can't be alone. There must be other Konoha shinobi nearby."

"We should split up and find his comrades. Quick and clean."

One captain shook his head. "No. This kid's dangerous. We need to focus all our strength on him. At most, send two squads to scout the area and ensure no one interferes."

Another leader nodded. "Agreed. Take this chance to kill him. A genius like this dying would be a devastating blow to Konoha."

Their plan was set. Two squads peeled away, racing off in the direction of Kakashi's group.

Obito watched them leave.

Two squads? That shouldn't be a problem for Kakashi. He could handle it.

That left ten squads here.

He tightened his grip on his short blade.

"Guess I should give them a proper welcome."

Charging forward, Obito plunged straight into the thirty-man formation. To an outsider, it might've looked like he was the one surrounding them.

"Stay sharp!" one of the captains barked. "Don't get careless—attack together!"

The sheer number of shinobi made it impossible for them to use large-scale jutsu without hitting their own comrades. Forced to rely on smaller attacks, they hurled kunai and single-target jutsu at Obito.

But it wasn't enough.

With a burst of speed, Obito dodged every attack, weaving through the chaos like a ghost. In an instant, he was upon them.

"Die!"

Four or five shinobi slashed at him simultaneously.

But their blades passed through his body as if he weren't even there. Some of them even struck their own allies in the confusion.

Taking advantage of their shock, Obito leapt into the air. He inhaled deeply before exhaling a molten spray.

"Lava Release!"

Boiling lava rained down on the group, burning through flesh and bone alike. The screams were brief—most of them didn't last long enough to cry out.

One captain's eyes widened in horror.

"Intangibility?! Lava Release?! A kekkei genkai?! Everyone, fall back! Keep your distance!"

Obito's voice was cold, mocking. "Fall back? How exactly do you plan on escaping me?"

He moved like a demon, slipping between their attacks, untouchable and relentless. The Iwagakure shinobi couldn't hit him, and they couldn't run. One by one, they fell, their corpses piling up like broken dolls.

The captains were beside themselves.

They thought they'd been cautious. They thought they'd prepared.

But who could've predicted this? Thirty elite shinobi, reduced to a panicked mess, slaughtered by a single boy.

"This can't be real… Are we in the wrong script?!"

"Signal for reinforcements!" one of the captains shouted.

Moments later, a bright signal flare lit up the sky.

Obito didn't even flinch.

He kept killing.

First, he couldn't reach the guy who fired the flare in time. Second, the more chaos he created here, the safer Kakashi and the others would be.

"Kill them all. That's all that matters," he muttered to himself.

The Iwa reinforcements saw the signal and hesitated.

"Didn't we send ten squads? How are they still not done?"

"Yeah… Konoha's rear guard should've been empty. What's going on?"

Despite their confusion, another twenty squads rushed toward the signal.

[System: Choice successful! Reward obtained: 0.3 chakra points.]

The familiar voice rang in Obito's ears. A warm current flowed through his body, easing his fatigue.

"Whew…"

With one final slash, he killed the last remaining shinobi in front of him. Only a few managed to escape. The rest—twenty-some bodies—lay scattered around him.

With Kamui and Lava Release, two powerful kekkei genkai, the ordinary Iwa shinobi didn't stand a chance. Even with just Kamui alone, Obito would've been untouchable.

His only limitation was chakra.

If he had infinite chakra, he'd march straight to Iwagakure's doorstep and tear the village apart himself.

But that was just wishful thinking.

Exhaling deeply, Obito sat cross-legged on the ground, beginning to refine chakra.

"Doesn't matter how little I recover—it's better than nothing. I'll need it for the next fight."

Humming a tune from his childhood, he suddenly felt a wave of melancholy.

The guy who used to bug him every day, who always managed to get under his skin… he'd never do that again.

Obito's hand trembled slightly before he steadied himself.

When the next sixty Iwa shinobi arrived, the sight that greeted them was nothing short of nightmarish.

The ground, soaked in blood, had turned a deep, purplish-brown. In the middle of the carnage, a boy sat atop a pile of corpses, humming an eerie melody, as if he'd been waiting for them.

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