ebonymovies Chapter 337 Unharmed Young Man Obito: Hollowfication, Activate!
Chapter 337 Unharmed Young Man Obito: Hollowfication, Activate!
Chapter 337 Unharmed Young Man Obito: Hollowfication, Activate!
Itachi volunteered to carry out this investigation, but his real intention was not to find any information about the ruins.
His real purpose was to take the opportunity to escape the gaze of those two pairs of eyes and go find Oh Dou Dou.
However, how can one contact Sasuke without arousing any suspicion?
Last night's dream gave Itachi some inspiration.
The ferret recalled every detail he had observed at the time and keenly caught one of the blind spots.
In that dream world, no matter how sudden or huge the changes, everyone involved in the dream was used to it and took it for granted.
This means that as long as he can find a suitable reason and choose a suitable identity to appear under, he might be able to stand in front of Sasuke in a seemingly logical way.
The thought of having the chance to meet Sasuke in this way made his usually calm heart beat faster than usual.
In fact, this bold idea had already quietly taken root when I woke up last night.
However, the first step of the plan made Itachi hesitate: should he go in person or just send a shadow clone to contact Sasuke?
Itachi frowned slightly as he looked at the shadow clone standing silently in front of him, waiting for orders.
In the distance, the waves relentlessly crashed against the rocks on the shore, creating a thunderous roar.
Sending out shadow clones would undoubtedly be safer and more discreet, especially since Sasuke is currently acting right under Madara's nose.
Once the clone is exposed, the main body remains unharmed, and its identity remains completely hidden.
However, the thought of meeting Sasuke with only a clone made Itachi slowly shake his head.
What does a clone know?
What else can you glean from that?
Such crucial contact must be undertaken by the actual entity in person to ensure authenticity and safety to the greatest extent possible.
With his exceptional skills and stealth abilities, he was confident that he could approach Sasuke quietly without alerting anyone.
Furthermore, only by being physically present can one personally perceive, observe, and engage in dialogue, resulting in the most accurate and intuitive information and judgments.
That's right. While the memories can be transmitted back after the shadow clone is dispelled, some subtle emotional changes and atmospheres are impossible for the clone to capture perfectly, let alone transmit 100% of the memories to the original body.
However, he was currently with the Akatsuki organization and had a mission assigned to him by Obito.
Itachi frowned, but quickly relaxed, a cold clarity flashing in his dark eyes.
He quickly weighed and compared the two situations in his mind.
Obito and Kisame were both present; the core of this mission was to capture a Jinchuriki.
With Obito's unpredictable space-time ninjutsu and Kisame's formidable fighting prowess, they would most likely not need his assistance to deal with a mere tailed beast jinchūriki.
Whether one is present or not has a negligible impact on the success or failure of the mission.
Besides, Obito probably didn't expect his partner to contribute much anyway.
Rather than cooperating wholeheartedly, it would be better for him to continue with his usual attitude of going through the motions without putting in any effort.
In Obito's eyes, this actually fits Itachi Uchiha's character even better.
Conversely, if he acts too aggressively, it may arouse suspicion.
After considering this, Itachi's sense of risk and reward finally began to tip slowly to one side.
Just then, an even more violent wave crashed against the rocks, and the spray it generated was carried by the wind, landing on the weasel's face.
He took a deep breath and nodded slowly, the last trace of hesitation in his eyes disappearing completely.
Itachi turned to look at the shadow clone standing silently beside him, awaiting orders. No words were needed; the command was understood. With a cold, expressionless face identical to the original, the clone showed no extra emotion, merely nodding slightly before turning and casually heading towards the town, its figure quickly disappearing into the thick mist.
After watching his clone's figure disappear completely into the mist in the direction of the town, Itachi faced the surging sea.
He knew perfectly well where Sasuke was right now.
Ever since the day Sasuke betrayed Konoha, the crows he released have been following him closely in the sky, keeping a watchful eye on his brother's movements.
The Akatsuki's robes, black with red clouds, fluttered in the sea breeze, disappearing into the vast waves and mist within a few breaths.
At this moment, the tranquility of Mount Myōboku was also broken by exclamations and a sudden surge of Sage Chakra.
The hermit Fukasaku was standing on a giant toad statue, his small body trembling slightly with excitement.
His usually calm and composed old face was now replaced by disbelief and shock, and even his long white eyebrows were raised high.
He stared wide-eyed at the figure sitting cross-legged in the training ground below.
Just now, that brat who was clueless about natural energy yesterday and whose half-frog form caused him a lot of headaches has actually successfully fused with Sage Chakra!
Although the quantity is not large, the unique feeling is absolutely genuine.
"This—how is this possible?!"
The immortal was amazed.
It's a pity that Jiraiya isn't here today—could it be that Jiraiya secretly gave Naruto extra help yesterday?
The speed of this progress is as if he has suddenly become a completely different person.
He has lived for hundreds of years and taught countless ninjas who have signed summoning contracts with Mount Myōboku. He has never seen anyone leap from the beginner stage to the point of being able to stably synthesize Sage Chakra in such a short time!
He knew Naruto's aptitude; the boy had a strong will and a large amount of chakra, but he was definitely not the type with exceptional comprehension.
Such a leap forward is truly abnormal!
In the center of the training ground, the faint golden light surrounding Naruto was slowly receding.
He slowly opened his eyes, his face showing a mixture of exhaustion and barely concealed extreme excitement.
"I—I think—I did it!" Naruto shouted excitedly.
"Well done!" Fukasaku's voice was filled with barely suppressed joy.
Before he could finish speaking, he nimbly leaped down from the stone statue, circled Naruto twice, and exclaimed in amazement, "Incredible, absolutely incredible! Little Naruto, you're simply a training genius!"
Naruto, feeling embarrassed by the praise, scratched his head and chuckled sheepishly, "Hehe, actually—it wasn't my doing!"
Fukasaku Sennin:? ? ?
What nonsense is this kid spouting?
As night falls, the dim yellow oil lamps light up one by one on the streets of a small town on the border of the Water Kingdom.
Kisame Hoshigaki carried his enormous Samehada sword as he walked down the gradually quieting streets of the town.
Throughout the day, very little reliable information was obtained regarding the target; most of it consisted of mere rumors and speculation.
However, he did discover some traces of the activities of the Hidden Mist Division, which confirmed that they were indeed searching intensively for clues about the Three-Tails in the nearby waters.
He stopped at a pre-arranged street corner and waited quietly for his companions to appear.
Before long, a nonchalant figure emerged from another dimly lit alleyway; it was Obito.
He strolled casually to the street corner, glanced at Kisame with his eyes, and then leaned lazily against the opposite wall.
"Lord Obito." Kisame greeted him in a low voice, revealing a mouthful of sharp shark teeth, before briefly reporting, "During the day, I discovered that several old fishermen mentioned seeing unfamiliar faces appearing in the nearby waters in recent months, suspected to be members of the Kirigakure Anbu—"
Obito listened quietly to Kisame's report, only occasionally responding with a faint acknowledgment.
Most of his attention seemed to be focused not on the information Kisame provided, but rather on glancing out of the corner of his eye at another direction of the street.
After a while, the familiar figure slowly emerged from the misty end of the street.
It was Itachi Uchiha.
Itachi walked with ease, his face displaying the same calm and indifference he never showed before.
He walked up to the two of them, nodded slightly as a greeting, and then stood silently to the side.
"How is it?" Obito looked at Itachi and asked calmly.
Itachi raised his eyelids and replied calmly, "The town is small and isolated; we haven't been able to find out any information about Jinchuriki."
His concise and to-the-point compensation perfectly reflects his consistent style.
Upon hearing that familiar, perfunctory tone, Kisame couldn't help but nod secretly.
As expected, she truly lives up to her reputation as a great seventh-grade student.
He then turned to Obito, awaiting further instructions.
Obito's gaze lingered on Itachi's face for two seconds.
The latter calmly met his scrutiny, her dark eyes serene and impeccable.
"Hmm." Obito finally withdrew his scrutinizing gaze and gave a soft hum.
"Since the people of Kirigakure are still focusing their attention on the coastal search, it's actually a good thing for us."
"We'll rest here tonight and continue as planned tomorrow morning."
The three's brief meeting ended there, and they each found a hotel in the town to rest.
When Obito regained consciousness, he suddenly opened his eyes and saw a dark green tent top.
The familiar sight made his heart skip a beat, and a surge of excitement and anticipation instantly coursed through his body.
Could it be that he has returned to that dream world where Lin is with him?
He couldn't wait any longer and yanked open the tent flap to slip out.
The cool morning air rushed towards me, but the gentle girl I had been waiting for did not appear.
Outside the tent was a clearing surrounded by tall trees.
Four similar tents were scattered across the open space, forming a loose semicircle.
In the center of the tent, a campfire was burning, wisps of smoke rising from it. A small pot sat on the fire, simmering an unknown brown paste that bubbled and emitted a rather enticing aroma.
Beside the fire, squatting was a figure that Obito found both infuriating and amusing.
The greasy Sasuke was leisurely stirring the contents of the pot with a wooden spoon.
Hearing the noise behind him, Sasuke looked up. Seeing Obito emerge from the tent, he winked at him and waved, saying, "Yo! Obito-sensei, you're awake? How did you sleep last night?"
Obito was stunned and speechless for a moment.
The initial joy and anticipation were instantly extinguished, as if doused with a bucket of ice water, leaving only silence and a faint sense of disappointment.
This damned, chaotic world—what a waste of time!
He unconsciously raised his hand to rub his temples, suppressing the inexplicable irritation in his heart. He walked to the fire, trying his best to make his tone sound calm and normal: "I'm fine. Where is the others?"
While stirring the pot, Sasuke casually replied, "Minato, Kushina-senpai, and Sakura, they set off before dawn to look for Menma, saying they wanted to search the valley to the north again."
"Let me stay and watch the camp, and by the way—" he said, waving the wooden spoon in his hand, raising an eyebrow with a smug smile, "prepare breakfast! Want some? I learned my cooking from my mom, you know."
Upon hearing this, Obito leaned out and looked into the pot.
Inside the pot, a dark brown, unidentified substance was bubbling and gurgling, its shape indiscernible.
A strong sense of disgust immediately rose in his heart, and he hurriedly shook his head and said, "Let's forget about it."
However, Obito secretly breathed a sigh of relief, at least for the time being he didn't have to directly face Minato Namikaze and Kushina Uzumaki in this world.
"Okay," he replied in a low voice, then subtly changed the subject, "I'm going to walk around and familiarize myself with the area."
"Hey, don't wander too far, Obito-sensei!" Sasuke called out from behind, "Breakfast will be ready soon, it won't taste good if it gets cold!"
Obito didn't turn around; he simply raised his hand and waved casually with his back to him, as if he had heard.
Only then did he take a step and plunge into the misty woods next to the camp.
The forest was shrouded in mist in the early morning.
Obito wandered aimlessly through the forest, his eyes constantly scanning his surroundings, both observing the environment and sorting through the information in this chaotic dream.
Just as his thoughts were drifting, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a dark shadow darting past in the depths of the dense forest to his left.
The figure moved with ghostly speed, blending seamlessly into the shadows of the forest.
Obito almost thought it was his imagination.
"Who?!"
He gave a low shout and sped off like an arrow in the direction where the black shadow had disappeared.
The dark figure seemed to sense his pursuit, and its speed suddenly increased, moving swiftly through the dense forest at an unpredictable pace.
Obito pursued relentlessly, his crimson Sharingan spinning rapidly, locking onto the blurry afterimage ahead.
The distance between them was constantly closing, and the other's figure was becoming clearer.
A black robe with red clouds, and a wide bamboo hat —
It's him again! That mysterious man in the straw hat who was once seen walking with Kisame on the streets of Konoha!
And this time, he was all alone!
The man in the straw hat clearly realized that he had been firmly caught and stopped trying to escape.
Just as Obito chased the dark figure out of the dense forest and into a slightly open clearing, the figure suddenly stopped and turned around.
At the same time, a familiar yet sharp, terrifying killing intent, seemingly tangible, suddenly erupted, piercing Obito's skin like a blade in an instant, enveloping and locking him in!
Unlike the fleeting glimpse he had made on the streets of Konoha before, this time the killing intent was more direct and more intimidating!
Obito's pupils suddenly contracted.
The man in the straw hat, whose right hand had been empty, was now gripping a drawn short blade, its blade gleaming with a chilling, eerie light.
The other party didn't say anything unnecessary, nor did they give any extra warning.
Turning around, in the instant his killing intent erupted, his figure had already transformed into a blurry afterimage, accompanied by a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air, and the ninja sword in his hand, carrying a chilling silver light, viciously slashed down at Obito from above!
Fast! Accurate! Ruthless!
Even before the blade arrived, the chilling aura alone sent shivers down Obito's spine!
In the blink of an eye, the enemy's identity became a mystery, but his murderous intent was revealed.
In that life-or-death moment, Obito's instincts instantly overwhelmed all rational thought.
Faced with this unavoidable, lightning-fast, fatal blow, Obito reacted instinctively, his battle-hardened intuition choosing the most reliable and effective way to save his life.
Blur out—activate!
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