Konoha Ninja Shop System

Obito watched as the White Zetsu casually turned their backs and left. Frustration bubbled inside him, and he shouted angrily, "Damn it! What are these guys doing? How dare they ignore me!"

In all his years, Obito had never suffered such humiliation. Yet here he was, being disrespected by a group of White Zetsu who seemed to be standing on their heads, laughing at him like he was a joke. This was an insult he simply couldn't tolerate.

His first instinct was to storm over and teach them a lesson — to remind them who he was. But then, just as quickly, he suppressed the thought. What was the point? He had a bigger mission and couldn't waste energy on petty quarrels.

His purpose here was to confront Black Zetsu.

The two of them hadn't worked together for several days, and Obito was growing impatient.

Five days ago, right after closing a profitable deal, Black Zetsu had asked for time off, claiming he wanted to start a company in the ninja world.

Obito hadn't liked the idea. To him, Black Zetsu was daydreaming. Running a company was an unrealistic fantasy — an expensive, time-consuming endeavor with no guarantee of success.

"Starting a company?" Obito had scoffed internally. "It's just a waste of time and money. Better to stick with stealing — that's where the real money is."

But Black Zetsu was stubborn. He insisted on the idea, and Obito, though displeased, had no choice but to agree.

Now, standing in front of the towering company building, Obito's eyes widened in disbelief.

"This kind of place... How much did it cost to build this?" he muttered under his breath, astonished. "Black Zetsu's really throwing money around. If he goes bankrupt, it'll be his own fault."

Still grumbling, Obito pushed open the doors and stepped inside.

"Hello, welcome to Ninja World All-in-One Service Co., Ltd. How may I assist you today?" a White Zetsu greeted him enthusiastically.

The name sounded impressive, almost high-end. Yet Obito doubted the business's profitability. "Hmph, a fancy name like that doesn't mean it's making real money," he thought skeptically.

"Do you need assistance?" the White Zetsu asked again.

"I'm looking for Black Zetsu," Obito replied curtly.

"Do you have an appointment?" the White Zetsu inquired.

Obito blinked, momentarily stunned. Appointment? This company was more formal than he expected. "No appointment. Just tell me where he is."

"I'm sorry, but you can't see the chairman without one," the White Zetsu said firmly.

Obito's patience snapped. His veins bulged as he activated his Sharingan, eyes blazing cold. "I'll ask you one last time. Where is Black Zetsu?"

The moment the White Zetsu saw the unmistakable Sharingan, recognition dawned. "So, you're Lord Obito! The chairman is upstairs. I'll take you there immediately!"

With a forced smile, the White Zetsu led Obito up the stairs.

Outside Black Zetsu's office, the White Zetsu paused. "Master Obito, Master Black Zetsu is inside. I'll leave you now."

Obito ignored him, stepping forward and pushing the door open.

Inside, Black Zetsu looked up sharply, frowning. "Didn't I tell you to knock before entering?"

Obito smirked. "Hey, Black Zetsu, it's been a few days since we last met. You're acting pretty arrogant now, huh?"

Black Zetsu's lips curled into a smug smile. "Obito-kun, please, have a seat."

Without hesitation, Obito sat down opposite him, glancing around the office. The décor was surprisingly lavish. Clearly, Black Zetsu had been making good money.

"What's on your mind, Obito-kun?" Black Zetsu asked as he lit a cigar.

Obito frowned. Black Zetsu seemed different — more confident, even arrogant.

"You've been off for five days. Why aren't you back to work yet?" Obito asked coldly.

Black Zetsu took a slow drag from his cigar and smiled. "Oh, that. I've retired from that business."

Obito blinked in disbelief. "What did you say? Retired?"

"The market's not great right now. There's not much stealing to be done. I figured I'd quit," Black Zetsu said, exhaling smoke lazily.

Obito scoffed. "How do you expect to make money if you quit? You want to rely on that lousy company of yours?"

Black Zetsu leaned back and tossed an account book onto the table. "Ha! Check this out. My company made 100 million in just three days."

Obito's pupils shrank as he snatched up the book. He scanned the numbers carefully. When he saw the truth, his body stiffened and he suddenly stood up. "Impossible! You must have cooked the books!"

Black Zetsu chuckled. "Fake or not, you know deep down the truth. I've projected the annual turnover to be around 8 billion. Tell me, who would want to steal from you if they could earn that much honestly?"

Obito's expression twisted. He hadn't expected this at all. What started as a small business had grown into a massive success. It stung more than any defeat in battle — seeing Black Zetsu succeed was painful.

"Obito-kun," Black Zetsu said mockingly, "being a thief isn't as profitable as running a company. When you laughed at me, did you expect this day to come?"

Obito had no answer. Deep down, he regretted not joining Black Zetsu earlier. But there was no use dwelling on that now.

Black Zetsu laughed. "Remember when we sneaked into Tsuchikage's office and almost got blown to bits by Ohnoki's Dust Release?"

He let the memory linger to remind Obito how dangerous their old life was. "That was our last big score as thieves. Being a chairman is a safer, smarter game."

Obito clenched his fists. "Are you seriously retiring?"

"Absolutely," Black Zetsu said with a smile. "Thieving is the lowest of low. Get caught once, and you're done for."

Obito's frustration boiled over. "Fine, if you want to quit, then forget it. I'll do it myself."

He rose and walked toward the door.

Black Zetsu grinned. "Good luck, Obito-kun! Hope you don't get caught and beaten to death!"

Obito stopped, turned around, and fixed him with a cold stare. "You better hide your money well. I'll find it eventually."

With that, he left.

The smile on Black Zetsu's face froze as the door clicked shut behind Obito.

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Expanded Scenes and Thoughts:

Obito's mind raced as he walked away. The world was changing. The old ways of stealing and fighting were no longer the quickest paths to success. Black Zetsu's company, despite his doubts, was making a fortune, proving that sometimes legitimacy could be more profitable than crime.

He remembered their past exploits — the thrill of sneaking into enemy strongholds, narrowly escaping death, and living on the edge. But those days seemed reckless now, compared to the steady, accumulating wealth Black Zetsu was pulling in.

Could he change? Could he trade his life of theft for the suit and office?

Obito wasn't sure. Pride and habit held him back.

Still, Black Zetsu's success gnawed at him. If the company was really pulling in billions a year, then maybe there was a better way after all.

For now, Obito had to keep working his old way. But a seed of doubt had been planted.

Would he join Black Zetsu one day? Or remain forever the thief, watching others rise around him?

Only time would tell.

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