Chapter 250: I Will Write History

"You… are declaring war on us? Ridiculous!"

That was the shared thought in the minds of the Three Kage.

They had long since made up their minds—

No matter what, they would fight Konoha and forge a new future upon their enemies' corpses.

But we're the ones in control here.

Konoha has no right to be the one declaring war on us!

Among them, the Raikage, well aware of Obito's arrogance and power, was surprisingly the calmest.

On the other hand, Rasa was visibly shaken by Obito's audacity.

"What an insanely arrogant brat!

Or should I say, are all Uchiha madmen?!"

Facing an army twice the size of Konoha's, where does this confidence come from?

Unable to suppress his disbelief, he turned to Minato and asked,

"Hokage, is what this kid just said your stance as well?"

Without hesitation, Minato answered clearly,

"Obito's stance represents Konoha's stance."

Ōnoki's gaze grew complex as he studied Obito, the young man's sharp and cold expression overlapping with someone from his past.

'He's becoming more and more alike… in both words and presence...'

'KILL HIM! We must never allow another Uchiha Madara to rise in this world!'

Obito leisurely pulled a kunai from his cloak, his voice carrying a rare trace of sentimentality.

"I, like Lord Hashirama, have never been fond of senseless slaughter…"

His eyes burned with determination as he locked onto the Three Kage and declared,

"But if you insist on making an enemy of Konoha, then even if you were my closest friends, I would show no mercy."

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As Obito raised his kunai, seemingly ready to attack, the Three Kage and their guards tensed, their bodies instinctively preparing for battle.

This reckless brat—

Does he really think he can take on all three of us right here, right now?!

Under the wary and doubtful gazes of everyone around him, Obito crouched down, sticking his rear out high.

With the kunai in hand, he carved a long, deep line into the earth.

"There. That should do it."

Obito then stabbed the kunai into the ground, clapped the dust off his hands, and turned to Minato and the others behind him.

"Minato-sensei, take them and head back. I'll handle this."

"You idiot! This isn't the time to show off!"

Kakashi's expression darkened.

Just as he was about to speak further, a hand landed on his shoulder.

Turning back, he saw Minato shaking his head slightly.

"Let's go, Kakashi. Trust in Obito."

In Obito's eyes, Minato saw unwavering confidence.

Perhaps… his student had already taken that step forward.

"...Tch."

Kakashi looked at Obito with concern.

In return, Obito simply smiled at him.

"Relax, Kakashi."

After a brief hesitation, Kakashi silently nodded.

From the side, Kabuto suddenly spoke up.

"Good luck, Obito!"

Obito glanced at him, slightly taken aback, and nodded in acknowledgment.

'What's up with this kid?'

With that, Minato grabbed Kakashi and another two, teleporting them back to Konoha's ranks.

'I really have no idea just how strong Obito is now...'

Minato thought to himself.

'Can individual power truly stand against entire nations? I must prepare for the worst.'

...

Hiruzen quickly approached upon hearing of Minato's return.

"Minato, what's the situation?"

Minato's face was solemn.

"Third Hokage, a full-scale war is unavoidable. Are our forces ready?"

Hiruzen gave a firm nod, his eyes sharp with murderous intent.

"Everyone is prepared to wipe the enemy out without mercy."

Minato nodded in return and looked toward the battlefield.

'Obito… will you surprise me again?'

The Konoha forces followed Minato's gaze.

And there—

A lone, slender figure stood before an army of tens of thousands, solitary yet unyielding.

The sheer impact of that sight burned itself into the minds of all who witnessed it.

Even years later, when recalling this moment, they could still vividly remember the young man standing tall against an army, his spirit as fierce as a tiger ready to swallow the heavens.

...

Meanwhile—

Watching Minato and the others vanish, leaving only Obito behind, Raikage's face darkened.

His mood was as sour as if he'd just swallowed a spoonful of undiluted lemon extract.

"You brat—do you really intend to hold off my forty-thousand-strong army by yourself?!"

Obito looked at Raikage in shock, his tone filled with disbelief.

"I can't believe it… Raikage-sama, you actually saw right through my plan!"

He suddenly grinned.

"That's right. That's exactly what I'm planning!"

Rasa scoffed.

"Delusional. Even if the God of Shinobi himself returned, he wouldn't dare be so arrogant."

Ōnoki nodded in agreement.

"Exactly. Even Uchiha Madara wouldn't dare act so recklessly before our armies!"

'You sure about that, old man?'

Obito simply smiled, his gaze fixed on Ōnoki.

Though he said nothing, his silent confidence sent a chill down the old man's spine.

"Enough talk."

Obito dug at his ear with a finger, then pointed at the line on the ground with his foot.

"Cross this line… and you die."

At first, the guards around the Three Kage wanted to laugh at such an outrageous claim.

But something about the way he said it—so simple, so matter-of-fact— seemed to carry an undeniable weight.

It made them pause.

And, almost against their will, the same thought echoed in their minds—

But what if he's telling the truth?

Even though they knew it was absurd, they couldn't stop that nagging voice.

The Three Kage exchanged glances, instantly understanding each other's intent.

In the next moment—

Ōnoki formed a hand seal, pulling his hands apart to reveal a glowing cube of destruction.

"Dust Release: Detachment of the Primitive World!"

Rasa raised both arms high, his eyes flashing ruthlessly.

"Magnet Release: Gold Dust Burial!"

Thunder surged around Raikage's body, as a massive lightning dragon coiled and roared toward Obito.

Their coordination was seamless, striking from three different angles, leaving Obito with nowhere to escape.

No matter how powerful he was, facing a combined assault from three Kage at once was beyond even the strongest of shinobi.

He was already dead.

The Kage, due to their status, remained silent, perhaps even feeling a trace of pity.

Another promising young shinobi lost to war…

But their guards held no such sentiment, laughing and mocking their supposed victory.

"Hah! That fool is probably nothing but dust by now!"

"Serves him right for running his mouth! Thinks he can take on three Kage? Pfft!"

"Did he really believe he was Madara or Hashirama reborn? What a joke!"

Yet in the midst of their laughter—

A calm, almost confused voice rang out.

"So… was that your declaration of war?"

Their pupils shrank in shock as they turned to look.

Obito stood there. Completely unscathed.

Not a scratch. Not even a speck of dust on his cloak.

One guard stammered in disbelief.

"…T-There's no wayl?!"

Obito casually dusted off his cloak, fastened it properly, and spread his arms.

"What's so strange about it? This is perfectly logical."

LIKE HELL IT IS!

With a slow clap, his expression turned ice-cold.

"Since you made the first move… now, it's my turn."

[*According to certain unofficial records, this battle became known as the First 'White Flag' War. The devastatingly handsome Uchiha Obito single-handedly shattered the ambitions of three great villages, securing victory in the anti-invasion war and laying the foundation for future peace. Note: This history was written by Uchiha Obito.]

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