If One Plan Fails, Devise Another
The moment Obito Uchiha pursued him through the spatial distortion of Kamui, Uchiha Yi understood that seizing the Mangekyō Sharingan by force was no longer realistic.
He sighed inwardly, though not from regret.
Fortunately, what had confronted Kamui earlier was not his true body, but a specially modified Fire Release Shadow Clone a clone infused with Fire Release chakra to the point of partial elementalization. Had it been his original body, even a glancing contact with Kamui's space–time vortex would have torn his arm clean away and consigned it to the other dimension.
Shinobi were fragile beings. No matter how powerful, a single miscalculation could mean death.
The clone's severed arm reformed, flames flickering along the fracture as molten chakra stitched the limb back together. The restoration was seamless.
Both Obito and Kakashi Hatake narrowed their eyes.
Logically, anything caught by Kamui should have been warped away flesh and bone erased from this dimension. Yet not a drop of blood had spilled. The limb had not been transported. Instead, it had dispersed into fire and reconstructed itself.
This was not ordinary Shadow Clone Technique.
It was a clone structured on the principles of elemental dispersion similar in concept to certain high-level Lightning and Water Release body flicker derivatives but far rarer. So long as the core chakra network remained intact, it could regenerate.
Uchiha Yi flexed the restored arm, then regarded Obito coldly.
"What's wrong, Afei?"
His tone was mocking.
"Didn't you claim you would destroy Konoha one day? Has it fallen yet?"
He tilted his head slightly.
"And why are you shouting at me? Since when does a subordinate speak to a senior that way?"
The alias "Afei" hung between them.
Obito stiffened almost imperceptibly beneath the orange mask.
The problem was obvious: he had no legitimate reason to interfere. Unless he revealed that Kakashi's Sharingan had originally belonged to him, his involvement made little sense.
And revealing that truth would shatter the identity he had carefully constructed.
For a fleeting second, the mask of composure cracked.
"I… you…"
He faltered.
Uchiha Yi pressed the advantage, stepping closer to Kakashi as though preparing to extract the eye immediately.
"Unless you have something meaningful to say, don't waste my time."
"Wait!"
Obito's voice sharpened.
He recalibrated quickly, forcing his tone into something casual.
"Hahaha… Senior Ah Huo, I've heard of Konoha's so-called Copy Ninja. I was curious. That's all. Could you hand him over to me?"
Silence.
Kakashi's exposed eye studied the masked man without blinking. Beneath exhaustion and burns, something unspoken stirred recognition not of face, but of chakra resonance.
Uchiha Yi gave a short, humorless laugh.
"No."
The refusal was immediate.
Obito leaned forward slightly, as though crestfallen. The performance was crude, riddled with flaws. Anyone detached from emotion would see through it instantly.
But emotions were precisely the variable that destabilized even the strongest shinobi.
"Then… what would it take?" Obito asked.
Now Uchiha Yi's expression changed. Calculation replaced mockery.
If the eye could not be taken, then leverage the owner of the other eye.
Very well.
"One hundred White Zetsu bodies," he said evenly. "All surviving Uchiha clan forbidden techniques. And ten pairs of Sharingan."
The air seemed to freeze.
Obito's single visible eye sharpened behind the mask.
"Impossible."
"No?"
Flames ignited along Uchiha Yi's right arm. Lava-like chakra condensed, radiating searing heat. This was Fire Release pushed to a molten state—not true Lava Release, but dangerously close through extreme temperature compression.
Kakashi's already-burned skin blistered further under the proximity.
"I don't enjoy bargaining twice."
Obito's fists clenched invisibly within his sleeves.
White Zetsu were strategic assets grown from Hashirama cells. Sharingan reserves were finite. Uchiha forbidden techniques were clan secrets entrusted only to those initiated.
But losing Kakashi
No.
That was unacceptable.
"Fifty White Zetsu bodies," Obito said after a moment. "Two Uchiha forbidden techniques of your choosing. And one pair of Sharingan."
The offer was tight, controlled.
Uchiha Yi's eyes flickered.
He measured the balance. Provoking Obito too far could destabilize his long-term objectives. Accelerating the Eye of the Moon Plan prematurely would invite chaos beyond even his foresight.
Timing mattered.
After a deliberate pause, he extinguished the flames.
"Very well. Deal."
The words fell calmly, as though the negotiation had never been in doubt.
Obito did not relax, but the killing intent dissipated.
Kakashi said nothing.
He understood far more than either of them voiced aloud.
And somewhere, beyond their sight
The flames around Uchiha Yi dimmed completely.
One plan had failed.
But in the world of shinobi, adaptability was survival.
And the game had only grown more dangerous.
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