Naruto: Transmigrated as Obito with the System

"Hmm…"

Obito initially wanted to slap Kishimoto across the face.

To teach him a lesson about how harsh society could be and how treacherous people could become.

But then, considering Rin and her colleagues were present, he decided to appear more refined.

Obito adjusted his clothing, revealing the Uchiha clan emblem on his back.

The sight of the small fan emblem caused Kishimoto's momentum to falter.

U… Uchiha Clan?!

He clenched his teeth.

So what if he's from the Uchiha Clan?!

The Konoha Police Force and Konoha Hospital aren't even part of the same system.

What's there to fear?!

Kishimoto's mind was fixated on one thought:

He had been humiliated on his own turf in front of so many people.

If he didn't regain some face, he'd become the laughingstock of the entire hospital!

So, Kishimoto pretended not to notice the emblem, hardened his resolve, and barked, his bravado shaky yet intact:

"Have your girlfriend join me for a meal, apologize, and this can all be water under the bridge."

"If not…!!!"

Hearing this, Obito couldn't help but laugh.

Trying to act tough in front of someone like me?

And daring to have designs on Rin?

Don't you fear that I might just dig out your heart tonight?

...Wait, calm down, calm down.

This is a perfect opportunity to show off.

Obito adjusted his clothing again, causing a white mask to fall to the ground.

"Oops, seems like I dropped something."

He quickly picked up the mask and tucked it back into his robe.

It wasn't uncommon for ANBU operatives to carry their masks around, ready to reveal their identity or enter mission mode at any moment.

Obito's movements were swift, collecting the mask before anyone around could get a clear look.

But this didn't stop the gossiping.

"Why's that kid carrying a bar of soap? And dropping it no less."

"That doesn't look like soap to me… it's huge!"

"Maybe it's some kind of full-face mask? You know, for safety."

"Hmm, looks more like an ANBU mask to me…"

"Old man, what are you talking about? That's definitely not a mask!"

"…"

While the onlookers speculated wildly,

Kishimoto, standing nearby, had seen everything clearly.

That… that was an ANBU mask?!

Before he could process it fully,

Obito turned to Rin and spoke casually:

"Rin-chan, if you're unhappy working here, just let Minato-sensei know. Or I could talk to Hiruzen-sama for you and ask him to have a word with your director…"

Halfway through his sentence, Obito glanced at Kishimoto, as if suddenly remembering something.

"Oh, by the way, you mentioned earlier… who was it that should 'get lost'?"

Kishimoto's brain short-circuited at this moment.

Minato… Hiruzen…

Why do those names sound so familiar?

Minato… Namikaze Minato?! …Sarutobi Hiruzen?!

The Third Hokage and the Fourth Hokage?!

Kishimoto's mouth hung open in shock, forming an "O" shape.

He stared at Rin in disbelief.

Girl, with a background like yours, why are you keeping it low-key?!

If I were you, I'd be strutting around Konoha every day!

You almost got me killed here!

Under Obito's amused gaze, Kishimoto panicked.

He had tried to get someone like her to 'get lost'?

If they wanted, a single word could end him today!

"T-that… uh…" Kishimoto stammered, swallowing hard.

"What I meant was… if your girlfriend tells me to, I'll leave immediately!"

Obito nodded in mock realization, then turned to Rin with a smile.

"Rin, you heard him."

"Why not grant his wish?"

Rin playfully punched Obito in the arm, her voice soft.

"You're so annoying, Obito-kun…"

Then she turned to Kishimoto, her expression shifting.

"Scram! And don't let me see you again—so irritating!"

"Understood, understood!" Kishimoto bowed repeatedly.

"I, Kishimoto, am a reasonable man. Please, forgive and forget!"

"I promise never to bother you again!"

Obito waved dismissively.

"Alright, alright. Off you go. I have no interest in dealing with you."

Kishimoto fled as if granted a pardon, leaving the onlookers baffled.

Wasn't he just the one shouting for the others to leave?

How did he end up scurrying away instead?

Without sparing another glance,

Obito held Rin's hand and led her out of the hospital.

His thoughts, however, were entirely elsewhere— focused on Rin's legs, of course.

As for Kishimoto?

Heh. Obito made a mental note to ensure his "disappearance" at a later date.

That evening, after walking Rin home, leaving her blushing furiously at her doorstep, Obito used Kamui to teleport to the Land of Rain, appearing in Akatsuki Village.

In the village chief's office, Yahiko looked at the sudden arrival of Obito, startled.

"Obito, what brings you here?"

He set aside the paperwork in his hands, yawning.

"This late at night… is there something urgent?"

Obito nodded.

"Yeah, something I wanted to discuss with you and the others."

"Is Konan and Nagato around? Maybe we could talk… over a game?"

Yahiko's exhaustion evaporated instantly.

"If it's mahjong you're talking about, I'm wide awake now!"

Minutes later, the four of them gathered around a mahjong table, cheerfully playing as they talked.

As Obito played a tile, he casually brought up,

"Rain Hime has agreed to return home.

She'll depart tomorrow with the Fire Nation's diplomatic envoy."

Konan clapped her hands in excitement.

"That's great news! Pung!"

Yahiko, deep in thought, asked,

"Obito, is that all you came to tell us?"

"Not entirely." Obito shook his head.

"I'm in charge of escorting the envoy this time."

"I'm worried that the Earth and Wind Nations might target us at the border."

"I'd like Nagato to assist if things get tricky."

Nagato, intrigued, raised an eyebrow.

"With your strength, you're worried?"

"Unless they send a full army, I doubt anyone can stop you."

Obito sighed.

"It's about the circumstances. In front of so many people, I can't just use certain techniques—it's frustrating!"

Yahiko burst into laughter, quickly understanding Obito's plight.

He turned to Nagato and stole a glance at his hand.

"Nagato, why don't you go?

It'll show Rain Hime that Akatsuki values her highly, and it'll let the Fire Nation know we're allies, not subordinates."

Nagato blocked Yahiko's prying gaze and chuckled.

"Alright. Though, Obito, wouldn't Kamui be faster for escorting her?"

Obito shrugged.

"Sure, but until I become truly unbeatable, I'd rather keep a low profile. This ability draws too much attention."

The game continued, with Nagato using Banshō Ten'in to shuffle the tiles—

a display that left Obito in awe.

"Nagato, your mastery of ocular techniques is truly remarkable!"

Nagato smirked.

"Nothing much—just practice."

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