Uchiha Hikari Comes To The Rescue

"Huh? What are you talking about?!" Obito snapped, feeling mocked as he immediately retorted, "You rude guy! Wearing a traditional robe and a white mask… Do you think you're cool?"

Wait a second!

A traditional robe… and a mask…

At that moment, realization struck Obito. The person in front of him was highly suspicious. His instincts screamed danger, prompting him to activate his Sharingan without hesitation.

With the powerful insight granted by his three-tomoe Sharingan, Obito immediately noticed something alarming—the masked figure opposite him had the exact same Sharingan!

Sensing that something was seriously wrong, he swiftly reached into his ninja tool pouch, pulled out a kunai, and took a defensive stance. His voice was sharp and unwavering:

"Who the hell are you? A traitor?"

Obito knew that he wasn't the sharpest mind in the village, but even he could recognize that anyone wearing a mask to conceal their identity clearly had sinister intentions.

More importantly, the fact that this masked individual had found the key he had hidden outside his home proved one thing—this person had come specifically for him!

Uchiha, still wearing his eerie white mask, observed Obito's wary stance and smirked coldly.

"You don't need to know who I am," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "And you don't need to know why I'm here… Just know that I've come to kill you."

Genocide, annihilation… As a typical Uchiha from his original world, he believed that his mission should begin with the ones he was most "familiar" with.

Originally, he had planned to send his "grandmother" to the Pure Land swiftly and painlessly, but his counterpart from this world had disrupted that plan.

Since that was the case… he would deal with himself first!

As these thoughts solidified in his mind, Uchiha's Sharingan spun rapidly. Within seconds, the three tomoe transformed into a more intricate and twisted pattern—

The Mangekyō Sharingan!

Obito's eyes widened in shock. His face darkened.

"A Mangekyō Sharingan?!"

He hadn't expected that the person targeting him would possess such an advanced form of the Sharingan.

To be honest, Obito had always considered himself a friendly and helpful person. He couldn't think of any reason why he would have an enemy—especially not one from his own clan who had awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan!

Even more unsettling was the fact that the masked figure had known exactly where he had hidden his house key.

That meant this person had intimate knowledge of his life.

Who was this guy?

As Obito was still piecing everything together, Uchiha took his hesitation as an opportunity. Wanting to end the battle swiftly, he lunged forward without hesitation.

Seeing this reckless charge, Obito scoffed.

"You're not even using Ninjutsu or Genjutsu? You're underestimating me, and you'll pay the price for that!"

Did this masked lunatic really think he could just rush him without consequences?

Obito was furious.

Ever since awakening his Sharingan—especially in the past year, when his eyes had naturally evolved to the three-tomoe stage—his strength had undergone a revolutionary change.

Without wasting another second, Obito formed hand seals at lightning speed, channeling a fierce surge of Fire Release chakra into his mouth.

Boom!

"Fire Style: Dragon Flame Song Technique!"

Four blazing dragons erupted, each burning with intense heat as they roared toward the masked intruder from multiple angles—above, below, left, and right.

This was a jutsu with a perfect track record in battle. As far as Obito was concerned, dodging it was impossible.

However—

Something unimaginable happened right before his eyes.

The masked figure walked straight through the fire dragons.

With an eerie ease, the flames simply passed through him as if he weren't even there.

And before Obito could process what had just happened, the masked man was already above him, hand outstretched for a direct attack!

Obito's mind reeled. His Sharingan granted him incredible perception, but even with its heightened awareness, he couldn't detect any form of Ninjutsu, Substitution, or Genjutsu being used.

The flames had simply gone through the enemy's body without resistance, as if he weren't part of this world.

Wait…

Not part of this world?

Staring into the masked man's Sharingan, a realization struck Obito like a thunderbolt.

This was a Mangekyō ability—an eye technique that manipulated time and space, just like his sensei, Minato, and his senior, Yuma!

But knowing this fact didn't help his situation.

Everyone knew that in ninja battles, information was everything. Misjudging an opponent's ability was a direct path to death.

He had assumed the masked man's charge was reckless.

He had assumed his Fire Style attack would hit.

He had been completely wrong.

And now…

There was no time to retreat!

The masked man was less than three meters away from him, and his hand, distorted by spatial ripples, was reaching for him.

"You're so inexperienced that I can't even bear to watch," the masked man sneered. "If that's the case… then die!"

His fingertips, radiating with space-warping energy, were about to make contact—

Until—

"Amaterasu."

A cold female voice rang out from the side.

BOOM!

A wall of black flames burst into existence, cutting off the masked man's advance.

His eyes narrowed in shock.

He immediately attempted to phase through the deadly black fire, his body slipping through as effortlessly as before.

But—

Something was wrong.

The flames moved.

They twisted, forming tentacle-like shapes, reaching toward him with terrifying speed.

"What?!"

The masked man's Mangekyō trembled. He canceled his attack immediately, withdrawing from the black flames' reach.

But the flames kept pursuing him!

A voice, calm yet ice-cold, spoke again.

"Your ability is interesting… But under the power of Flame Control, you have nowhere to escape."

His heart pounded.

Another Mangekyō Sharingan?!

One that could wield Amaterasu and control it?!

His gaze snapped toward the voice.

A girl with an emotionless expression stood there, her scarlet eyes glowing with intricate patterns.

Obito, now free from immediate danger, quickly leaped to her side, panting.

"That was too close… Senior Hikari, you really saved me there! If it weren't for you, I'd be finished!"

The girl—Uchiha Hikari—glanced at him coolly.

"It was nothing. We're neighbors. Helping you is only natural."

That was a lie.

She didn't particularly care what happened to Obito.

She was only here because Uchiha Yuma had assigned her to watch over him.

Yuma had told her that this boy's Sharingan potential was not much weaker than his own.

When she had heard that Obito had two tomoe immediately upon awakening his eyes, even she had been surprised.

A natural jumping evolution?

It was unheard of!

Yuma had also warned her that Uchiha Madara had taken an interest in Obito.

As a precaution, she had moved into his neighborhood.

And as much as she wouldn't admit it…

She had come to appreciate his kind old grandmother.

For that reason alone—she would keep watching over Obito.