Naruto: Transmigrated as Obito with the System

Otogakure.

Obito strolled out of the lab with a sour expression plastered on his face.

He was deeply dissatisfied with the progress of his subordinate, Orochimaru.

'Orochimaru's such a letdown. Still hasn't finished refining the Impure World Reincarnation technique,' Obito grumbled, his voice dripping with contempt.

'Damn it... dragging things out like this. He's just like those lazy authors in my past life. Always needing a push to get anything done. Tsk, pathetic!'

As Obito muttered curses under his breath, a sudden unease washed over him. His instincts flared. He swiftly turned his gaze to a specific spot nearby.

"Huh?"

From the ground not far away, a shadowy figure began to emerge—half black, half white.

What the... Black Zetsu?!

Why is it here? To find Orochimaru?

No, it's more likely here for me.

Obito tapped his fingers against his arm, his eyes glinting with intrigue.

The greatest schemer in a millennium. The greatest calamity in the ninja world.

And now, it's standing right in front of me.

Of course, the thought of eliminating Black Zetsu did cross Obito's mind. How could it not? But after a moment of reflection, he dismissed the notion.

First, he wasn't sure if he could completely erase Black Zetsu.

Second, he was curious—what exactly did Black Zetsu want with him?

Black Zetsu sauntered toward him, a wide grin plastered across its strange face.

"Uchiha Obito, right? You've been surprisingly difficult to track down."

Obito shrugged, letting out a derisive snort.

"Strange creature. What do you want with me?"

Unperturbed by the insult, Black Zetsu kept smiling as it replied, "Ah, I see you already know of my existence. That saves me quite a bit of explaining."

It leaned in slightly. "You've probably heard from Sakumo Hatake that Madara-sama has been revived, haven't you?"

Obito nodded faintly, his disinterest evident. "Mhm."

Encouraged by the response, Black Zetsu continued, "After learning of your deeds, Madara-sama became quite interested in you. He wishes to meet and talk with you."

Obito raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Madara wants to meet me?"

Black Zetsu nodded with a grin. "You might find this hard to believe, but Madara-sama's lifelong pursuit has been peace for the ninja world."

"When he heard of a promising young man sharing his ideals, he was so thrilled that he... burst into laughter!"

Obito couldn't help but sneer.

Yeah, sure. Laughing because of me? More like it's his twisted hobby.

As if I don't know about the 'Uchiha Four Laughing Maniacs' club.

Four Uchiha members infamous for their uncontrollable laughter: Sasuke, Itachi, Madara, and... who was the last one? Obito couldn't recall.

But Madara was definitely among them.

After a moment of thought, under Black Zetsu's expectant gaze, Obito slowly nodded.

"Fine. I'll stay here for a few days. Go tell Madara I've agreed, and he can come see me."

What does Madara want to talk about? Recruiting me as some prodigy of the younger generation?

Obito thought it was a strong possibility.

Black Zetsu: "…???"

It had never seen someone so audacious.

Seriously? Making your ancestor come to you?

Is this even appropriate?

Forcing a strained smile, Black Zetsu replied, "You must be joking, Obito."

Obito looked at it blankly.

"Who's joking? If Madara wants to talk to me, he should come here. Asking me to go to him is just plain rude."

Three rapid-fire rhetorical questions from Obito were like three slaps to Black Zetsu's face, leaving it utterly speechless.

Its smile froze.

Black Zetsu, usually so eloquent, found itself at a loss for words against Obito.

Obito burst out laughing and reached out, patting Black Zetsu's shoulder with lightning speed.

"Hahahaha! I'm kidding, of course."

His hand landed... or rather, didn't. Black Zetsu's body was fluid-like, and Obito's hand passed right through it.

Tch, slippery as ever.

Obito clicked his tongue in annoyance, withdrawing his hand. Still, he couldn't deny the texture was oddly satisfying...

Wait, stop. Not going there!

Black Zetsu took a small step back, forcing a polite chuckle to mask its discomfort.

"Haha, you're quite the joker, Obito."

Obito's expression hardened.

"What are you laughing at? Stop grinning like an idiot and lead the way already."

Black Zetsu: "…"

I might not be human, but you're a complete jerk!

In its thousands of years of existence, Black Zetsu had never met someone as absurd as Obito.

Under Black Zetsu's guidance, Obito arrived at Madara's base.

In the dimly lit corridor, Black Zetsu offered a "helpful" warning.

"Obito, Madara-sama has quite the temper. Be cautious not to say anything... inappropriate."

Obito rolled his eyes. "Oh, please. What's he gonna do, attack me? If he does, great—I'd love to test the so-called 'Rose of the Battlefield.'"

Laughable.

Who's scared? With my Kamui, even the revived Uchiha Madara wouldn't dare underestimate me.

Black Zetsu fell silent, its composure shattered by Obito's sheer audacity.

After winding through the labyrinthine base, they reached an expansive hall.

Standing there, hands behind his back, was a figure emanating sheer dominance—Uchiha Madara.

The strongest of the Uchiha clan. A man who had once stood atop the ninja world.

His black robes flowed with an air of effortless power, and even without moving, his oppressive aura filled the room.

Obito took a deep breath.

What terrifying pressure... As expected of Madara.

Madara remained silent, and Obito seized the moment to scrutinize him.

Madara's appearance was neither youthful nor aged—he looked to be in his forties. Obito guessed his current physical condition was similar to his outward appearance.

Good. He's not in peak form. That makes me feel even more confident, hahaha!

As Obito studied Madara, Madara also observed Obito.

This kid isn't bad. Even under my aura, he meets my gaze without faltering. As expected of an Uchiha.

The two stared at each other, and gradually, the corners of their lips curved upward.

The next moment, both bent over, roaring with laughter in unison.

"Hahahahahahaha!"

Black Zetsu: "…"

Watching from the side, utterly excluded, Black Zetsu muttered to itself:

I knew it. Madness runs in the Uchiha bloodline.

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