Naruto: Transmigrated as Obito with the System

When Fugaku saw the black dart in Obito's eyes, his heart stirred.

So, Obito had indeed awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan—so the rumors were true…

Obito didn't seem to care about the strange look Fugaku was giving him.

After all, most people in their circle already knew he possessed a time-space dojutsu. There was nothing to hide.

Obito chuckled and said, "Fugaku-sama, why don't you take a closer look?"

In truth, Obito didn't even need to ask. Fugaku's eyes were already fixed on the fan and scythe in front of him.

"This… This is!"

His pupils contracted sharply, and for a moment, his mind went blank.

Was this the Gunbai?!

The legendary weapon passed down through generations of the Uchiha Clan, symbol of the clan leader's authority?

No, perhaps it was just replica…

Fugaku quickly collected himself, suppressing the turmoil in his heart.

He reached out and picked up the fan, examining it carefully.

Its texture was both firm and elastic, with a lacquered surface featuring intricate tomoe patterns…

Fugaku turned the Gunbai over repeatedly, each glance making him more incredulous.

"This… This really seems like the legendary weapon!"

He screamed internally but forced himself to remain calm. 

After a thorough inspection, Fugaku was convinced. The item in his hands were indeed the ancestral treasure of the Uchiha Clan!

If he could somehow acquire this symbol of leadership for himself…

At that thought, Fugaku's heart burned with ambition.

Maintaining a composed demeanor, he looked at Obito and asked, "Obito, where did you get this weapons?"

Obito laughed aloud. "Haha! What if I said Madara Uchiha himself gave them to me? Would you believe me?"

Fugaku's hand trembled.

Though Obito had said it in a joking tone, Fugaku had recently heard some unsettling news from Minato—Madara Uchiha had been resurrected.

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

Suppressing the storm in his heart, Fugaku smiled and carefully placed the scythe back on the table.

"These weapons are of Uchiha origin… I happen to have a book in my study that records their history. Wait here for a moment. I'll fetch it for you."

Obito, slightly taken aback by Fugaku's courtesy, nodded.

"Sure, thank you."

Watching Fugaku's retreating figure, Obito couldn't help but feel a tinge of admiration.

'Little Fugaku really lives up to his role as the clan leader. He's so polite, even to an ordinary clansman like me.'

Then, a thought struck him.

"Wait… if we're being technical, shouldn't Fugaku call me 'uncle'?"

With that realization, everything made more sense.

A nephew being polite to his uncle? Perfectly natural!

Before long, Fugaku returned with a small booklet and handed it to Obito.

"This book describes how to use these weapons. I have no use for it, so consider it a gift."

Obito accepted the booklet with a slight nod. "Thank you, Fugaku-sama… uh, sir."

…

As Obito left Fugaku's mansion, he hummed a little tune, clearly in a good mood.

"Not bad, not bad at all. And I even got an unexpected bonus!"

He decided he'd practice with the weapon diligently—if nothing else, they'd make a dramatic entrance on the battlefield.

While strolling through the village streets, disguised by a transformation jutsu, Obito passed by a bookstore and came to a halt.

"Hmm… to keep Grandpa Madara from getting too bored and randomly wanting to dance or something, I should get him a few books."

He stepped into the bookstore and began browsing.

After a while, Obito sighed regretfully.

"Too bad this world doesn't have classics.

Eventually, he grabbed a stack of "random" books and carried them to the counter.

"Shopkeeper, I'd like to check out."

The shopkeeper—a man in a black shirt and yellow shorts, with a shaved head and dark glasses—gave Obito a mischievous grin as he glanced at the books.

"You've got good taste, young man. These are some… interesting picks."

But when his eyes fell on the small Uchiha crest on Obito's clothing, he hurriedly put his glasses back on and quietly rang up the purchase.

Holding the stack of books, Obito left the store with a puzzled expression.

"That shopkeeper… his look was so strange."

…

Obito returned to Madara's base with his haul.

Madara, as usual, was standing with his hands behind his back, looking as imposing as ever.

"Grandpa Madara," Obito said cheerfully, "I got you some books to keep you entertained."

"Oh?"

Madara took the books, flipping through the titles.

His expression darkened.

A Life of Ruthless Decisions, All for His Turned Back.

The Self-Cultivation of a Villain.

The Adorkable Village Chief

Rebirth: Rekindling Brotherhood in Another Life.

Past and Present Lives, Just to Meet You.

… What in the world was this nonsense?!

Obito quickly stuffed the books into Madara's hands and said, "Enjoy, Grandpa Madara! I have other things to do, so I'll leave you to it!"

Before Madara could respond, Obito disappeared in a flash.

Madara stood in the empty hall, staring at the books in his hands. After a long pause, he sighed.

"Well, I suppose I'll read a bit… It's not like there's anything better to do."

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