Naruto: Transmigrated as Obito with the System

Land of Wind.

The vast desert stretched endlessly, painted in monotonous shades of yellow.

Howling winds roared across the dunes, kicking up waves of golden sand like a restless sea.

A lone figure emerged from the smoke and ruin, his crimson hair flowing in the wind.

"What a pathetic village," he muttered, his voice devoid of emotion. "Not a single soul worth using as material."

With a faint sigh, he continued, "Let's hope the next one has more potential."

Suddenly, an invisible ripple coursed through the air, stirring the sandstorm around him.

The red-haired man shielded his face with a hand, narrowing his eyes toward the disturbance.

"Hmm?"

Two figures materialized amidst the swirling sands.

One of them, lean and casual, spoke with a mocking tone.

"An entire village in the Land of Wind, obliterated in a single day. At least, that's the rumor."

The man with the orange mask—Obito—smiled faintly at the red-haired figure before him.

"I take it this was your handiwork, Sasori of the Red Sand?"

The red-haired man—Sasori—regarded Obito coldly.

"And who exactly are you?"

Obito chuckled, his tone theatrical.

"We're here to invite you to join the Akatsuki."

Sasori scoffed. "Akatsuki? Never heard of it."

Obito spread his arms dramatically.

"We seek your power to help us achieve our goals. Join us, lend us your strength."

Sasori's lips curled into a faint sneer.

"Heh. Bold of you to assume I'd be interested."

Obito traced the edge of his mask with a finger.

"The Akatsuki can offer you safety and resources. Complete the tasks assigned to you, and no one will interfere with your work."

Sasori's smile deepened, his expression unreadable.

"Interesting offer... but—"

He pulled a scroll from his back, unrolling it swiftly onto the ground.

Obito raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"

Sasori's voice was icy.

"Unfortunate for you, I don't need protection. Allow me to demonstrate."

Biting his thumb, Sasori pressed a bloody hand against the scroll, activating its seal. A puff of smoke erupted, revealing a humanoid puppet.

The puppet floated menacingly in the air, its deep blue hair and golden eyes glinting ominously beneath its flowing gray cloak.

Obito sighed. "The Third Kazekage, I presume? A shame, really. Such a promising career, cut tragically short. And now, not even death brings peace."

He chuckled. "First, Orochimaru toys with his soul, and now this... turning him into a puppet. Quite the irony."

Beside Obito, Kisame grinned savagely. "Seems like this one wants to fight. Leave him to me."

Obito gave an amused nod. "By all means."

Kisame, ever the battle-hardened warrior, unsheathed his massive blade—Samehada—with an eager grin.

Sasori's gaze sharpened as he muttered, "At last, some useful materials. The last village was such a disappointment..."

"But now... standing before me are two excellent specimens."

He raised his arms, chakra threads shimmering faintly as they connected to the puppet.

The Third Kazekage lunged forward, twin blades extending from its sleeves, gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

Kisame's grin widened as he hefted Samehada. "Guess we'll have to convince you the hard way."

Sasori smirked. "Oh, I'm looking forward to this. Once I'm done, I'll dissect you both—inside and out."

The fight erupted with explosive intensity.

Kisame charged, swinging Samehada in a wide arc. The puppet evaded effortlessly, its body twisting unnaturally midair.

"Thousand-Armed Manipulation!" Sasori shouted.

The puppet's left arm activated, releasing countless mechanical limbs bristling with weapons.

Kisame dodged, but the sight of the writhing arms sent a shiver down Obito's spine.

"That's nightmare fuel," Obito muttered under his breath.

From the mechanical limbs, a barrage of poison-laced needles and hidden blades shot toward Kisame.

With a derisive snort, Kisame spat out a torrent of water.

"Water Style: Exploding Water Shockwave!"

A massive wave surged forth, swallowing the incoming projectiles.

The battle continued, Sasori's puppet releasing clouds of black iron sand, forming lethal weapons midair.

"Magnet Style: Iron Sand Drizzle!"

A storm of sharp iron needles rained down, aiming to pierce the two opponents.

Obito grinned darkly. "A trap worthy of a master craftsman... but futile."

With a swirl of space-time, the projectiles passed harmlessly through him.

"What kind of power is that?" Sasori muttered, eyes narrowing.

Meanwhile, Kisame unleashed Samehada's monstrous form, summoning a colossal water shark that devoured the iron spears mid-flight, growing larger with each bite.

Sasori's expression tightened. "A technique that absorbs chakra... Impressive."

With a swift motion, he unfurled another scroll.

"Red Secret Technique: Performance of a Hundred Puppets!"

Hundreds of puppets filled the battlefield, armed and ready to overwhelm.

Obito watched with a mixture of fascination and amusement.

"Now this is getting interesting."

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