A cold rainy day within the Land of Rain, fitting it be the last day for Obito to be in said country. Jiraiya and Obito were saying their goodbyes to the Ame Orphans, though they'd meet again someday probably under different circumstances.
The gentle breeze caressed Obito's face as he stood before his friends, his heart heavy with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. Konan's eyes shimmered with unshed tears, and she stepped forward, enveloping Obito in a warm embrace.
"Be safe, Obito," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "And come back to us, stronger than ever."
Obito returned her embrace, a grateful smile tugging at his lips, and a soft blush upon his cheeks. "Hey, don't sweat it. There's nothing in the world that could hurt me."
Yahiko clasped Obito's shoulder, his expression one of admiration and respect. "We'll be waiting for you, friend. And when you return, we can forge dreams together."
Nagato stepped forward, his emerald eyes alight with determination. "Jiraiya-sensei is right, Obito. Discovering new techniques under the Sage toads could be the key to unlocking your true potential. We believe in you."
Obito nodded, his heart swelling with gratitude for his friends' unwavering support. "Thank you, all of you. I'll come back and be a Shinobi you can count on, I promise."
Jiraiya watched the exchange with a proud smile, his heart filled with affection for his students. "Obito," he called out, his voice resonating with authority. "Are you ready?"
With a deep breath, Obito turned to face his mentor, his eyes burning with resolve. "I'm ready, Jiraiya-sensei."
As Jiraiya began weaving the intricate hand seals for the Reverse Summoning Jutsu, Obito took one last look at his friends, etching their faces into his memory. "I'll see you all again, someday," he promised, his voice ringing with conviction. "And when I do, we'll make our dreams a reality, together."
Konan, Yahiko, and Nagato nodded, their expressions a mix of pride and sadness, but above all, unwavering faith in their friend.
In a swirl of smoke and chakra, Amegakure fading into the ether. As he and Jiraiya were whisked away to the mystical realm of Mount Myoboku.
When the reverse summoning finished, Jiraiya and Obito found themselves transported to the otherworldly realm of Mount Myoboku. The dense foliage and vibrant hues of the toad's sanctuary were a stark contrast to the familiar landscapes of the Hidden Leaf and Rain Village.
Obito's eyes widened in wonder as he took in the surreal surroundings, his gaze instinctively drawn to the towering peaks that seemed to pierce the very heavens. "This place is incredible," he breathed, his voice tinged with awe.
Jiraiya couldn't help but chuckle at the young Uchiha's reaction. "Welcome to the home of the Sage Toads, Obito. This is where we'll teach you Sage Mode."
Obito looked up at Jiraiya, "We?"
As if on cue, two diminutive figures emerged from the lush undergrowth, their wizened features instantly recognizable to Jiraiya. "Ah, Fukasaku, Shima, it's been too long," the Toad Sage greeted warmly.
The elderly toad couple nodded in acknowledgment, their eyes lingering on Obito with a curious glint. "So, this is the young one you spoke of in your messages." Fukasaku croaked, his gaze appraising. "He carries a fire in his eyes, reminiscent of Jiraiya-boy in his youth."
Obito felt some form of pride at the compliment, his resolve wavered by the prospect of learning a technique that had eluded even his mentors.
"Sage Mode is not an easy technique to learn," Shima warned, her voice carrying an almost maternal warmth. "It requires unwavering focus and a harmony with the natural forces that surround us."
Obito nodded solemnly, "I'm ready to learn," he announced. Though he was worried that he wouldn't be able to obtain it since Jiraiya and Minato weren't successful. Could he really master a technique that eluded his masters? He wasn't a prodigy like Minato or as experienced as Jiraiya, what chance did he have?
Jiraiya couldn't help but feel a swell of pride as he watched his young protégé. He saw glimpses of himself in Obito's unwavering spirit, and he knew that with the proper guidance, the young Uchiha could unlock untold potential. He'd probably surpass both himself and Minato.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in a kaleidoscope of colors, Obito settled into a meditative pose, his focus unwavering. He was determined to get some grasp on Sage Mode, no matter how arduous the journey ahead might be. He needed it to be a Shinobi Kakashi would be proud of.
Late at night, when all had gone to sleep, Minato Namikaze found himself drowning in paperwork. Sure he could have gone home but there was just too much that he needed to get through today.
Minato sighed as he glanced at the towering stacks of paperwork on his desk. The life of a Hokage was never easy, and tonight was no exception. He rubbed his weary eyes, struggling to stay awake.
Suddenly, a minute whirring sound sliced through the air, and Minato instinctively leapt over his desk, narrowly avoiding a scythe that tore through the papers like a whirlwind. He landed in a defensive crouch, kunai at the ready, and surveyed his attacker.
A figure clad in a black cloak and wearing a white mask adorned with intricate black lines stood before him, their eyes a chilling combination of the Hyuuga's Byakugan and an Uchiha's Sharingan. Minato's brow furrowed; this was no ordinary member of the Uchiha or Hyuuga, this was someone with stolen doujutsu.
"Who are you?" Minato demanded, his voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins.
The masked figure remained silent, their stance betraying no emotion. In a flash, they lunged forward, scythe arcing through the air with deadly precision.
Minato's reflexes kicked in, and he parried the strike with his kunai, the metallic clang echoing through the dimly lit office. He countered with a series of lightning-fast strikes, but his opponent matched him blow for blow, their movements fluid and calculated.
Minato gritted his teeth, realizing he was outmatched in sheer speed and agility. With a burst of chakra, he unleashed a devastating kick aimed at the assailant's midsection. The force of the blow sent the masked figure hurtling towards the wall, cracks spider-webbing across the surface upon impact.
Yet, instead of crumpling to the ground, the assailant pushed off the wall with incredible strength, closing the distance between them in an instant. Minato's eyes widened as he narrowly avoided the scythe's lethal arc, the blade grazing his cheek.
Forming a sphere of chakra with blinding speed, Minato summoned a swirling mass of chakra in his palm – the Rasengan. He thrust the spiraling sphere towards his opponent, but time seemed to slow to a crawl. The masked figure's movements became sluggish, and Minato's Rasengan inched forward at a snail's pace.
Suddenly, everything rewound, the cracks in the wall mending themselves as the assailant was propelled backwards, back to their previous position before Minato's kick. Time resumed its normal flow, and Minato launched the same kick, but this time, it was deftly blocked by the masked figure.
Minato's mind raced, trying to comprehend how his opponent blocked his kick with zero hesitation.
Masked assassin swiped the scythe down at Minato's leg, hoping to cleave it from its owner. Being unable to move Minato had no choice but to use his trump card, the Flying Raijin jutsu.
In a yellow flash, Minato transported himself to a sub space to then reappeared behind the assailant. But conversely the assailant did the same, moving into a subspace. Minato's eyes went wide as the assailant used the very same jutsu. He turned around and sliced his kunai behind him.
The assailant appeared behind Minato but just before the kunai sliced through the masked assailant, they stopped Minato's hand without touching it. Then as if gravity pulling him back, Minato was pulled back, and then the pull became a push. A push that moved Minato through the wall, flying out of the office and into the night sky.
Bruises rounded down Minato's back from the sheer force of going through concrete. He grit his teeth and traveled through the subspace once more, he then appeared in front of a house outside the village. Minato breathed out, adjusting any creaks in his back. He thought about the assassin, if they could use the flying raijin they'd follow him to this spot, he was their target.
A second later and the assailant appeared, landing on the grassy land. The mysterious assailant threw down their hood, the white mask covered their entire head. But something curious was that the Sharingan had shifted, it morphed into purple rings. And then it shifted back to red.
The purple eye caused Minato concern, it was a Sharingan, possibly a Mangekyou, but the purple rings was something entirely different. "If you won't tell me who you are, you can at least tell me what you are."
The assailant chuckled and spoke in gravelly tone, "Pleasantries are scarce when Shinobi are concerned, but I'll humor you. You may call me the chain breaker, but if that doesn't satisfy you how about my given name. I am Madara Uchiha."
Minato shuddered, "No, it can't be. Madara died almost fifty years ago fighting Lord First."
The man claiming to be Madara scoffed, "I wonder what's wrong about that sentence," he tilted his head.
Minato's heart pounded in his chest as he faced the man claiming to be Madara Uchiha. Doubt gnawed at his mind, but the undeniable power radiating from his opponent left little room for skepticism.
The "chain breaker" launched himself at Minato, his scythe slicing through the air as he arced it diagonally. Minato parried the strike, the clang of metal against metal ringing in his ears. They traded blows, their movements a blur of steel and chakra.
Minato leapt back, forming a rotation of chakra. The swirling Rasengan gathered in his palm, the Rasengan's spiraling energy humming with power. He thrust it towards his opponent, but the chain breaker was already weaving a series of hand signs.
A crackling sound filled the air as the chain breaker's right hand became wreathed in lightning, the electrical discharge dancing across his fingertips. Minato's eyes widened, recognizing the technique being eerily similar to Kakashi's Chidori. How could two individuals create a similar jutsu? He wondered on that.
The question meant nothing as the two jutsu collided, unleashing a shockwave that rippled through the air. A white flash engulfed the forest.
Minato and the chain breaker were thrown back by the force of the impact, their right arms torn asunder by the sheer power of the clashing of techniques.
Minato hit the ground hard, pain searing through his body. He clutched the bleeding stump where his arm had once been, crimson liquid seeping through his fingers. His vision blurred, and he struggled to remain conscious.
Across from him, the chain breaker stood unfazed, a white substance oozing from the remnants of his severed limb. Minato's heart sank as he realized the truth – the arm had been artificial, a prosthetic of some sort.
The chain breaker looked at his stump, "I have a habit of losing those." He turned to Minato who was still in a stupor. "With your death a crack in the chains will be made." He shifted his eye back to the purple rings and raised his left hand toward Minato. "Be honored that you can die from the power of the Rinnegan." The chain breaker's hand turned into a barrel, a barrel that light began building up in.
Minato believed this was his end, alone in the dense forest, no one will have known what happened until it was too late. He mustered some strength for one more jutsu.
Suddenly the chain breaker's hand morphed back, he fell to one knee while clutching his head over his right eye. He was in pain, the Rinnegan was a lot harder to use than the Mangekyou. The chain breaker stood back up after converting his eye back to a Sharingan.
In that moment, a sphere of pure chakra hit the back of the Chain breaker. He was sent flying through several trees until he stopped himself by digging into the ground with his fingers.
Minato glanced at the vulnerable chain breaker on the ground but upon closer inspection Minato realized that what he hit was a clone, but it was made of pure wood. "Wood style?!"
Minato looked all over the place looking for his opponent but none surfaced
Minato knew he precious seconds of being conscious, in a yellow flash he vanished away to get medical treatment.
Meanwhile a hand reached up from the earth, crawling it's way out of a hole. A white mask emerged with a black eye and a Byakugan, the chain breaker. He stumbled out of his hole and lay on his stomach, he barely had enough chakra to use a wood clone and a substitute under ground.
The chain breaker would take the loss this day but some day he'd return and deal with the Third and Fourth Hokage. He had to do it for peace, for his mission, for those who had no voice.
A plant began rising from the ground until a black and white creature was visible. A gruff voice chuckled, "So it seems you bit off more than you could chew. Not surprising considering you haven't practiced using the Rinnegan."
"Let's cut him some slack, he did secure a tie against the strongest Shinobi of today." A higher more playful voice said.
It rose up until it could walk on the grassy field. It stepped toward the incapacitated chain breaker who spoke in a softer more teenage sounding voice, "I almost had him, if not for the Rinnegan being so unrefined I would have killed him."
The dark blob scoffed, "We'll return once you've refined your power more." It grabbed the chain breaker and flung him over its shoulders, "Regardless of how we feel about you, Madara made an excellent decision in selecting you. The eye of the moon plan will be within our grasp in several years."
The white half spoke up, "But what if he gets stopped by that Uchiha?"
The chain breaker was quiet, "Obito won't be a problem, he's still weaker than me."
The black half wondered if that would be the case forever, he was their descendant after all. The two beings disappeared into darkness. To recuperate from the loss and grow stronger.
(Author's note)
So I wonder who the chain breaker is?
Jokes aside, everyone probably understood from the last chapter that Kakashi is taking the Obito role. However there will several distinctions from the original Obito. I'm not sure if anyone caught on but I've specifically detailed that Nagato has green eyes like most Uzumaki, so if he doesn't have Madara's Rinnegan who does? Kakashi has them as I'll explain in more detail in the next chapter. But in this story Madara never implanted his eyes into Nagato and thus kept them until he found a certain someone (Kakashi). Now Kakashi is not Obito which is a positive and a negative. Kakashi has no kekkei genkai until Madara has his way with him, grafted Hashirama cells to Kakashi's body to save him and once Kakashi is subservient grants Kakashi his eyes but as Kakashi lacks the necessary power can only handle one eye. Madara teaches Kakashi how to properly utilize the Rinnegan before entrusting everything to him. I also wanted to add that Madara taught Kakashi every jutsu that Tobirama created as it will come up later, and because well, he'll need something to fully be a threat to his rival in the future. One last thing I'll add is that while it was never said that someone bearing an implanted eye can't revert them if the original owner taught them how because the only people in the series who weren't shown to revert Madara's Rinnegan were Nagato, who had no knowledge of them being evolved Sharingan, and Obito who had no reason to use Madara's Sharingan when the Rinnegan just added more to his arsenal. In this story Kakashi can switch Madara's eye from Sharingan to Rinnegan at a whim.
Thank you for reading and hopefully what I said made sense, I'm sorry if it didn't.