Naruto: Transmigrated as Obito with the System

"Explosion!"

Several delicate and alluring clay replicas were spat out with a "pop, pop, pop" by Deidara.

While they lacked color and clothing, their faces, figures, and charm were undeniably impressive.

After all, Deidara was something of an expert when it came to sculpting figurines.

"What the hell are these creepy things?"

The bounty hunters were utterly dumbfounded as they stared at the group of naked, porcelain-like figures.

"Stay sharp, everyone! Don't let your guard—"

Snap!

"Ship's— Damn it!"

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The beautiful girls, shy to the point of explosion, literally detonated, wiping out over a dozen hunters in one go.

Dusting off his hands, Deidara smirked smugly.

"Too easy. Hm!"

Kisame grinned savagely, shaking his head.

"Ha, a bunch of overconfident fools."

Unknown nobodies, daring to target the bounties on the three of them? These people valued money more than their own lives—what a joke.

Scornfully eyeing the corpses, Sasori showed no interest in collecting any materials.

"Let's move. We need to finish the mission—I still need fresh resources for my collection."

The trio continued on their way.

As they walked, Sasori broke the silence, speaking pensively.

"By the way... do you believe what the leader said when he founded the 'Yoru' organization? About bringing peace to the ninja world?"

Kisame's grin turned oddly warm.

"Yeah, I believe in Obito."

Deidara rolled his eyes.

"Sasori-senpai, asking Kisame that question is pointless. Whatever the leader says, he believes it. Hm!"

Sasori considered it for a moment and had to admit Deidara was right. So, he turned to Deidara instead.

"What about you, Deidara? Do you believe in the leader's words?"

Shrugging, Deidara replied casually,

"Of course not. I think he's just making it up as he goes. Hm."

"What we do every day—sure, it's fun—but how does any of it relate to peace?"

Tilting his head thoughtfully, he added,

"If you ask me, the leader's no different from us—he's just a guy who loves stirring up chaos. That's probably why his artistic ideals align with mine so well. Hm!"

Sasori neither agreed nor disagreed, merely shaking his head.

"I think our leader genuinely plans to reshape the ninja world. He might actually be using us as tools for a larger purpose."

Behind them, a pale figure, as white as if it had been dead for three days, stealthily emerged from the ground.

"Oh dear, Uchiha Obito isn't here? What rotten luck…"

...

Land of Iron

A snowy country bordering the Lands of Fire, Taki, and Rice Fields. Known for its samurai and harsh environment.

Trudging through the snow, Hidan complained loudly,

"(#`O′) Hey, give me a break! Are we still walking?!"

"If we've come this far and still haven't found the target, I'm gonna lose it!"

Carrying a corpse over his shoulder, Kakuzu turned to glare at him coldly.

"Shut it. Keep whining like a brat, and I'll kill you."

"What'd you just say?!" Hidan snapped, his irritation flaring.

Kakuzu ignored him, continuing forward.

After a while, boredom got the better of Hidan, and he resumed grumbling.

"Traveling with someone as dull as you ruins the mood. What's the point of having a partner if they're no fun?"

Kakuzu scoffed.

"We're on a mission, not a sightseeing trip."

He lifted the corpse slightly, showing it to Hidan.

"If you've got so much energy, carry this for a while."

"No way! You're the one obsessed with money—carry it yourself!" Hidan shot back, waving his hands defensively.

Kakuzu's brow twitched, a hint of murderous intent flickering in his eyes.

"Man, that annoyed look of yours really ticks me off," Hidan muttered.

"I went along with your side job, didn't I? The least you could do is listen to me vent!"

Kakuzu's temple throbbed as his patience wore thin.

"You call tagging along while I earn extra money a favor? Stop whining before I—"

"Yeah, yeah. Let's just finish this mission already!" Hidan cut in, waving his scythe lazily.

He suddenly grinned and leapt forward, swinging his scythe at Kakuzu.

Kakuzu's hand turned black as he effortlessly caught the blade, staring at Hidan with icy eyes.

"Finally lost your cool, huh?" Hidan taunted, licking his lips.

Kakuzu released the weapon and resumed walking.

Given the age difference—sixty-nine years between them—Kakuzu decided to treat Hidan like an unruly grandson. It wasn't worth getting worked up over.

Hidan, disappointed, called after him.

"Hey, seriously? That's it? Aren't you even a man?"

Kakuzu ignored him entirely, focusing only on his earnings.

"I don't have time to waste. Someday, when I've saved enough money and no longer take missions, I'll personally send you to the afterlife."

Hidan scoffed, unconvinced.

"As if someone as greedy as you could ever save enough money."

After leaving the bounty exchange, Kakuzu was in a rare good mood.

Noticing his bored "grandson," he sighed and said,

"There's still some time before the deadline. I'll let you perform your little ritual."

Hidan blinked, then broke into a wide grin.

"Kakuzu, you're not so bad after all! Admit it—you kinda like me, huh? Hahaha!"

Kakuzu's nerves tensed.

"Say that again, and I'll kill you."

"Ha! Don't be so shy!" Hidan laughed.

Behind them, another White Zetsu poked its head out of the snow, its expression as unpleasant as ever.

"Terrible, terrible, terrible! Seems like Uchiha Obito isn't here either!"

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