Two weeks later and seven B-ranks, two A-ranks, and three C-ranks later.

Obito was called to Minato's house. The boy had no idea why, it wasn't even noon yet and Minato should have already been in the Hokage estate. So why had he been called forth to Minato's home at nine twenty four in the morning?

His answer came with Kushina Uzumaki answering the door, seeing the half awake teenage Uchiha. "Oh, Obito!" She sounded surprised. "I wasn't expecting more company so soon."

The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the cozy living room. Obito stepped inside, his eyes adjusting to the dimly lit interior. The aroma of freshly brewed tea wafted through the air, mingling with the scent of Kushina's homemade pastries.

"Come in, come in," Kushina ushered him in, her long red hair swaying behind her. "Minato's just finishing up in the study."

Obito glanced around, taking in the inviting atmosphere. Family photos adorned the walls, capturing precious moments frozen in time. A plush couch beckoned him to sink into its cushions, while a well-worn armchair sat in the corner, a half-read book resting on the arm.

"Make yourself at home," Kushina said, gesturing toward the couch. "Would you like some tea?"

Obito nodded, settling onto the couch. "That would be great, thank you."

As Kushina disappeared into the kitchen, Obito let his gaze wander. A small table in the center of the room held a vase filled with vibrant wildflowers, their petals radiating a vibrant hue. A stack of scrolls lay nearby, suggesting Minato's dedication to his work even in the comfort of his own home.

Footsteps drew Obito's attention, and he turned to see Minato emerging from the study, a warm smile gracing his features.

"Obito, it's good to see you," Minato greeted, taking a seat across from him. "I apologize for the early summons, but there's something important we need to discuss."

"I appreciate you coming, Obito," Minato began, his expression turning solemn. "As you know, my responsibilities as the Fourth Hokage have grown immensely, and I fear I cannot provide you with the guidance you need to master your newfound abilities."

Obito nodded, his brow furrowing with concern. "I understand, Minato-sensei. But what else can I do? The Mangekyou Sharingan is a double-edged sword, and I fear the price of relying on it too heavily."

Minato reached across the table, placing a reassuring hand on Obito's arm. "That's precisely why I have a solution in mind. Jiraiya, my own mentor, possesses a wealth of knowledge that could help you unlock your true potential without relying solely on their power."

Obito's eyes widened, and he leaned back, crossing his arms skeptically. "Jiraiya? But how can he help me when I'm destined for blindness in a few years?"

A warm smile spread across Minato's face. "Jiraiya is more than just a skilled shinobi – he has learned the art of harnessing natural energy, a technique known as Sage Mode. I wasn't able to master it because I've always been moving, a contrast to what you need to do to achieve it. With Jiraiya's guidance, you can learn to rely less on your eyes and tap into a new source of power."

Kushina emerged from the kitchen, carrying a tray laden with steaming mugs and a plate of pastries. "Minato is right, Obito," she chimed in, setting the tray down on the table. "Jiraiya-sensei has a way of unlocking potential that most of us never even knew existed."

Obito contemplated their words, his fingers drumming against his arm. The prospect of avoiding blindness was enticing, but the idea of leaving the village again filled him with trepidation.

"I know it's a lot to consider," Minato said, sensing Obito's hesitation. "But I truly believe this is the best path forward for you. Jiraiya can teach you things that no one else in the village can, and it may be the only path that doesn't result in you sacrificing your sight."

Obito knew that his sensei was only looking out for his interest, something that Obito wished he knew more of. "Alright, Minato-Sensei, I'll learn underneath the toad sage."

Minato and Kushina synchronized, "Wonderful." Kushina then returned to the kitchen to continue working on breakfast.

Minato turned around and hollered down the hallway, "You heard that right?"

Loud footsteps echoed through the hall and stopped at the end, leaning on the wall with his left hand. Jiraiya was dressed up in casual clothes and without his forehead protector. "Yeah, I heard. Though I hadn't believed you when you mentioned he'd go blind." He pushed away and walked toward the young Uchiha. There was a glint in Jiraiya's eyes as he looked into the boy's jet black orbs. "You sure you want to leave the village behind?"

Obito froze he hadn't really wanted to leave the village, all he'd ever known was the village and the occasional mission exceeding the Land of fire.

Minato saw the nervousness in Obito's being, "It's alright, Obito. The village may be your home but there's more to the world than just the Leaf. That's one of Jiraiya-Sensei's main lessons."

Jiraiya sat down next to Minato, staring at the boy intently. He wanted to determine if Obito was truly worth taking under his wing.

Obito steeled himself, standing up and bowing to Jiraiya. "I am willing to learn whatever you'll teach me, Jiraiya... Sensei." He tried to hide his fear, feeling the toad sage wouldn't take him on as a student.

Minato was silent as he looked at his mentor's face, seeing the critique in his face. "He's testing him."

Jiraiya stood up, a smile plastered upon his face. "Stop bowing, kid. Only royalty or Hokage deserve that treatment." He grabbed the Uchiha by the shoulders and stood him up, "Now, that I've got a better look at you I guess I'll take you on."

Jiraiya rubbed his chin, "If you want to truly be my student then meet me at the main gate three days from now. It gives you time to say your goodbyes and pack. We'll embark on a journey around the world for a couple years until I feel I've taught you everything. You okay with that?" He quirked a brow waiting for an answer.

"Yes, Jiraiya-Sensei!" Obito replied loudly getting a giggle from Kushina and a chuckle escaped from Minato.

Jiraiya was content with Obito's response but he'd see in three days if he was truly dedicated. "Alright, Minato, I'm going to go see my Sensei and catch up a little. See ya, guys." Jiraiya wandered toward the door and leaving.

Minato then cleared his throat after Jiraiya left, turning to Obito he had a neutral expression. "Obito, I think you should sit down for this next part."

Obito stood for a moment before listening, "What do you mean next part?"

Minato seemed saddened with what he was going to say, it might shift Obito's life forever, he could take it the wrong way. "Obito, upon becoming the Fourth Hokage I've been entitled to access once hidden. The piece of information I learned is based around you. You have a family."

The world seemed to twist... Contort... Darken... It was hard to breathe. Hard to see... He felt like his body was being ripped apart... Minato seemed to panic, in an instant he grabbed onto the boy, "Obito!" He yelled.

Obito was unresponsive, swirling into a black hole sucking in master and disciple.

Kushina walked into the living room and saw that no one was there. She could have sworn she heard Minato yelling. Did he teleport the two of them away? Was her cooking that bad? "Yes." The voice of the demon fox echoed in her mind.

In a thrash of black and yellow, Minato and Obito hit concrete. Minato was the first to get up, surveying their surroundings with a perplexed expression. An endless void of perfectly symmetrical grey cubes surrounded them, each one glowing with an eerie luminescence despite the absence of any visible light source. It was an unnatural sight that left Minato utterly baffled as to their location.

Obito rose to his feet, his eyes unconsciously into his Mangekyou Sharingan, though he remained unaware of this transformation. He too examined the bizarre environment, noting the same unsettling details as Minato. The revelation that he had a family that was alive his entire life had subsided.

"Where are we?" Obito asked, his voice laced with bewilderment.

Minato's brow furrowed as he considered the possibilities. "I'm not certain, but I suspect this may be a manifestation of your Mangekyou Sharingan's abilities."

Obito's eyes widened in surprise. "My Mangekyou did this?"

Minato nodded. "We already know that the Mangekyou grants its wielder powerful techniques. This void we find ourselves in could very well be your own pocket dimension, brought forth by your Mangekyou's power."

Obito stared at his hands in awe, his fingertips tracing the distinctive patterns of his Mangekyou. "I didn't even realize I had activated it."

"The Mangekyou awakens in response to intense emotional turmoil," Minato explained. "Discovering you had family triggered its manifestation must have been unconscious."

The thoughts rushed back, the pain of knowing that you had something that was never truly there. Obito's eyes widened in disbelief. "I... I had a family? All this time?"

Minato nodded solemnly. "It appears your grandfather, Kagami Uchiha, had a son who was your father. He had children of his own, you and a younger boy, Shisui, who is now around seven or eight years old. Your father and mother have already passed away, same with your grandmother. And well, you already know the stories about Kagami."

Obito's hands trembled as he processed this newfound information. "But... how? Why was I led to believe I was an orphan?"

Truthfully Minato couldn't find an answer, or think of for that matter. "I'm not certain of the details," Minato admitted. "But it's possible there were circumstances that led to you being separated from your family at a young age."

"Shisui..." Obito whispered, the name of his long-lost brother rolling off his tongue. "I have a brother."

Minato placed a comforting hand on Obito's shoulder. "I can only imagine how overwhelming this must be for you. But know that you're not alone in this. We'll get to the bottom of it together."

Obito's eyes hardened with determination. "I need to find them, Minato-sensei. I need to know the truth. Before..."

Minato nodded resolutely. "And we will. But for now, we should focus on finding a way out of this dimension. Your Mangekyou may hold the key."

Obito took a deep breath, his mind whirling with a thousand thoughts and emotions. But amidst the chaos, a single purpose burned bright within him – to unravel the mystery of his family and reunite with the brother he never knew existed.

Obito relaxed himself but he had a question, "Sensei, why don't you flash us out?"

Minato sighed and looked around the void, "In order to use flying raijin I need to concentrate on the marker for where I want to go, and then transport myself through a pocket dimension of my own for a brief moment. However without being able to feel the chakra in my marks I won't be able to transport us out." He turned back to Obito and kneeled down. "That's why you're our only way out."

Obito felt a lot of pressure, he was the sole solution to their escape. If he couldn't do it then they'd likely starve to death. Taking deep breaths Obito focused on his eyes, already in the form of his Mangekyou. He flared up his right eye remembering his left eye hurting more when used and then the scene of the mist Shinobi's body disappearing into a bloody mess by distorting space. Unfortunately surprising to Obito he saw the gruesome aftermath at his feet.

The upper half of a Hidden Mist woman was left on the druid ground, it was in pristine condition, no sign of decay. Which was very odd. The mission had been two weeks ago.

Minato looked at the corpse, "How'd she get here I wonder?"

Obito struggled to speak, stuttering and mincing his words. "S-She was one of t-the Mist who attttacked me with thee sevvven ninja swords man. But back then I..." Obito felt like he understood something, "Looked at her and she lost her head and torso. My left eye hurt after that."

Minato crossed his arms and closed his eyes, "So it's like I thought, your eyes are connected to this space." Minato turned to Obito, his eyes trying to remember something. "Obito, your right eye was the epicenter for the black hole that happened upon learning... Well you know."

Obito understood what his Sensei meant, "You're saying my eyes have different variations of the same ability, right?"

Minato smiled, "Exactly. Your right is close range and your left is long range. But I think your right might also be why you are able to phase through things like a ghost, by transporting parts of your body to this space it would merely give the illusion of you phasing and technically it is true."

Obito barely understood anything Minato said, but he just nodded in an attempt to seem like he understood.

Minato knew his student too well to be fooled by a simple nod, "Just think of it like this. Visually you are in one place but when you phase through something you're in another plane, this one."

It actually made some sense. But why did Obito receive such a complex ability? Was it destiny for him to awaken such a powerful technique just to go blind? Maybe there was more to it, some puzzle piece that didn't add up or was missing. Obito cleared his head realizing it was pointless to think about it now. He had to escape this void first.

Focusing his chakra into his right eye, Obito began to create a swirl so black light couldn't escape. It twisted around him like a dance of flames sucking Minato up then allowing himself to be swallowed up.

Now that they were prepared, both Obito and Minato landed on their feet. Examining their surroundings they were back in the village on top of a building with a water tower.

Obito scratched his head, "How did we get here?"

Minato looked down at the Uchiha, "It seems your Kamui, as you called it, allows you to teleport anywhere." Minato then laughed a little, "But it seems you don't have control over where you teleport to yet."

The master and disciple duo then said their goodbyes, Minato had to be in for his Hokage duties by ten and it was already nine fifty six. Knowing he'd be late he had to bounce soon but not without informing Obito of Shisui's address.

Obito walked through the Uchiha district, the western side of the village where the clan had resided for generations. The familiar streets brought back memories, both fond and painful. He couldn't help but wonder what it would have been like to grow up in this suburban area, surrounded by his clansmen.

He meandered his way to the address Minato had given him, "Uchiha residence 305 south." The house in question was quite small, barely enough to hold more than two rooms. A frown creased his brow as he approached the modest dwelling. Was someone caretaking after Shisui, or was this his own place?

Obito braved the steps, staring up at the door. His heart raced, and his body refused to move, paralyzed by a dreadful nervousness. He glanced down at his clothing, a black short-sleeved shirt stained with a little blood from using his Mangekyou, and his green pants, spotless for the most part. Had he dressed too casually for such an occasion?

The creak of the door opening made Obito's mind go blank, fear coursing through his veins. A pale woman around her late thirties stood before him, wearing a black and silver kimono. Her short black hair framed a face with eyes that seemed annoyed by his presence. This must be Shisui's caretaker or foster parent.

"Well?" she said, her tone sharp. "What do you want?"

Obito swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. "I-I'm here to see Shisui Uchiha. Is he home?"

The woman's eyes narrowed, scrutinizing him from head to toe. "And who might you be?"

"I-I'm Obito Uchiha," he replied, his voice wavering slightly.

The woman's eyes widened in recognition. "Obito Uchiha?" she repeated, her tone shifting from annoyance to reverence. "The boy who awakened the Mangekyou Sharingan during the Third Great Ninja War?"

Obito nodded sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "That's me."

The woman bowed deeply, her forehead almost touching the ground. "It is an honor to meet you, Obito-sama. Please, come in."

She stepped aside, ushering him into the modest home. Obito followed, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the sudden display of respect. "Just Obito is fine enough for me."

The interior was sparsely furnished, with only a few cushions and a low table in the main room. A thin partition separated it from what appeared to be a small kitchen area.

"Please, have a seat," the woman said, gesturing towards the cushions. "I am Akane, Shisui's caretaker. He will be so thrilled to meet you."

Obito lowered himself onto one of the cushions, his hands fidgeting nervously in his lap. "Thank you for having me, Miss Akane. I hope I'm not intruding."

Akane shook her head vehemently. "Not at all, Obito-sama. It is my honor to welcome you into our humble home."

She disappeared into the kitchen, her voice carrying through the thin partition. "Shisui! You have a very special visitor. Come out and greet him properly."

Obito's heart raced as he took in the modest interior of the home. The scent of herbs and incense filled the air, mingling with the warmth emanating from the small kitchen. He shifted nervously on the cushion, his palms growing damp with anticipation.

There were small footsteps that mattered along the floor boards and then he was face to face with his brother. A seven year old boy with eyes just like his own staring at him a little confused.

Obito's breath caught in his throat as a young boy emerged from behind the partition, his eyes wide with curiosity.

Shisui couldn't have been more than seven years old, his cherubic features framed by a mop of unruly black hair. His eyes, dark pools of innocence, studied Obito with an unabashed curiosity that only a child could possess.

"Shisui," Akane chided gently, "This is Obito Uchiha. He is a very special guest, and you must greet him properly."

The boy's eyes widened further, his mouth forming a perfect 'o' of surprise. "Obito Uchiha?" he breathed, his voice tinged with awe. "The one who awakened the Mangekyou Sharingan?"

Obito offered a small, sheepish smile, his cheeks burning with a mixture of pride and embarrassment. "That's me," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.

Shisui's expression transformed into one of pure reverence, and he dropped into a deep bow, his forehead nearly touching the floor. "It is an honor to meet you, Obito-sama." Just as Akane did before.

Obito felt a sudden pang of guilt at the boy's deference. He had never sought fame or recognition, and the open admiration in Shisui's eyes made him squirm uncomfortably. "Please, Shisui," he said, raising a hand. "There's no need for formalities. Just Obito is fine."

Shisui straightened, his eyes shining with unabashed admiration. "Of course, Obito," he said eagerly. "Please, make yourself comfortable. Can I bring you some tea?"

Before Obito could respond, Akane emerged from the kitchen, a tray laden with a steaming teapot and cups balanced on her hands. "I've taken care of that, Shisui," she said warmly. "Why don't you sit with our guest and keep him company?"

Shisui nodded sitting next to Obito, "Is it alright if I ask why you're here, Mr. Obito?" His eyes widened with curiosity.

Obito took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. He had rehearsed this moment countless times on his way, but the reality of facing Shisui was far more daunting than he could have imagined.

"Shisui," he began, his voice thick with emotion. "There's something I need to tell you, something that may come as a shock."

The young boy leaned forward, his eyes shining with rapt attention.

"You see, the truth is..." Obito hesitated, the words caught in his throat. "I'm your older brother."

Silence hung in the air, thick and heavy, as Shisui processed the revelation. His brow furrowed, and he tilted his head.

"My brother?" he echoed, confusion coloring his tone. "But... I don't understand. My parents died when I was a baby."

Obito nodded, his gaze dropping to his hands folded in his lap. "I know, and there's a reason for that. But sadly I don't have the answer."

Akane, who had been observing the exchange silently, stepped forward and placed a gentle hand on Shisui's shoulder. "Shisui, there are some things in life that are complicated, even for adults. What Obito is telling you is the truth."

Shisui's eyes darted between Obito and Akane, his confusion slowly giving way to dawning comprehension. "Does this mean... you're my family?"

Obito's heart swelled with a mix of joy and sorrow. "Yes, Shisui. I am your family, your flesh and blood. I was only told this morning about you, and now that I've found you, I don't want to let you go." His words contradicted his decision to travel with Jiraiya, but that was in three days. He had plenty of time to spend with Shisui until then.

Shisui's lips curved into a tentative smile, and he scooted closer to Obito, his skepticism melting away. "I've always wanted an older brother," he admitted shyly. "Someone to teach me cool jutsu and take me on adventures."

Obito chuckled, his eyes misting with unshed tears. "Well, you're in luck, little bro. I have plenty of cool jutsu to show you, and as for adventures..." He reached out and ruffled Shisui's hair affectionately. "There'll be plenty of time for adventures." He smiled so brightly that even the sun paled in comparison.