A week later, in the underground base, seated upon the sa stone chair where Madara Uchiha had once sat before his death, Obito slowly opened his eyes.
The crimson light of his scarlet Mangekyo reflected in the darkness like a glowing curse... sharp and filled with coldness.
"Whew… So this counts as Sage training, huh?"
A small smile tugged at his lips. He could feel it...the natural chakra flowing through him.
Sage Mode.
After all, Sage Mode and natural energy had been sothing he once only knew through ani...just lore, fantasy, another power-up on a screen. But now?
He had it for real.
That legendary power-up Naruto fans wet themselves over.
The Devouring Coffin had done more than just erase Black Zetsu...it absorbed natural energy, refining it, and pumping it through Obito's body like chakra steroids.
Ordinary chakra ca from blending physical and ntal energy. But Senjutsu chakra?
That was the big leagues. It required balancing three forces: natural energy, physical energy, and ntal energy, all in a 1:1:1 ratio.
Screw it up? Get turned into a frog statue.
Too much natural energy? Go full Mount Myōboku Gargoyle Mode.
The only ones in the original ani who could sowhat cheat that balance were Jugo and Hashirama.
People like Jugo and Hashirama had managed to host natural energy in their bodies due to rare circumstances or freakish genetics, but even Jugo couldn't fully handle it without side effects.
When his body used Sage energy, he turned inhuman...warped, unstable, wild with madness... and Hashirama? Well, he was just built different.
"And now… so am I."
The Devouring Coffin didn't just give him power. It purified the chaotic natural energy into sothing stable. Controllable. Stored neatly in his body.
Which ant one thing:
Instant Sage Mode.
Any ti. Anywhere.
By clapping his hands. Instantly. Just like Hashirama Senju.
"Forget it. Natural energy is natural energy. Sage Mode's just another trump card now."
He reached into his storage space and pulled out a deep red item, glowing faintly with potent energy... the result of absorbing Madara Uchiha's corpse using the Devouring Coffin.
Without hesitation, he threw it into his mouth.
Crunch.
It dissolved imdiately as it entered his body, rging with his chakra network and bloodline.
He already knew what this was.
Two new abilities, born from the Devouring Coffin:
1. Blood Demon Art
Devours flesh and blood to enhance his physical stats... chakra quality, bloodline power, bodily resistance, all of it. It made him a walking, regenerating demigod.
2. Soul Devouring Art
This was the true predator skill. It allowed him to consu other people's souls, not just for power, but to push his own spiritual level beyond human limitations... toward the scale of the Otsutsuki.
Of course, absorbing a soul wasn't instant. Souls were stubborn. They resisted.
But if both thods were used together?
It could be done faster.
The tradeoff? It burned energy like crazy.
"Hoo... Damn. Took long enough."
A day later, Obito opened his eyes again.
"Hmm… the Hashirama cells in my body are finally fully fused."
Until now, his right side had been composed almost entirely of Hashirama's flesh, stitched on, barely balancing with his Uchiha lineage.
But now?
His body had accepted it completely.
The fusion created a true Sage Body. One that no longer fought itself internally. His chakra had expanded dramatically. The disfigured right half of his face had been fully restored.
The Uchiha bloodline felt more at ho in his body. Mangekyo control was smoother, and the chakra cost of his Dōjutsu had dropped significantly.
It was during that ti he felt sothing else...a tight, dangerous knot in his chest had vanished.
The curse mark Madara had placed on his heart?
It had been consud. Completely devoured by the natural energy and new cells in his upgraded body.
And as a final touch, Obito had re-implanted the Mangekyo Sharingan he had reclaid from Kakashi.
"It's a pity Madara's eyes were only regular Three Tomoe Sharingan… the boost was small."
"Still not enough to reach Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan..."
He sighed slightly but didn't worry too much.
There was still ti to grow.
There were still enemies to hunt.
Suddenly, Obito's face turned thoughtful.
And now… for a much more pressing matter.
He paused.
Then yanked his pants down.
"Absolutely… BIG."
He switched to Japanese on instinct, practically yelling it through the underground base.
And for the first ti, he was fully satisfied.
Obito Uchiha had officially maxed out the at slider. The Weapon of Mass Destruction was ready for deploynt.
"Zetsu!!"
A familiar pale head popped out from the ground.
Obito stood, stretched his now-perfect body, and reached out to grab Madara's old Gunbai fan.
"Let's go. We're heading to the Hidden Rain Village."
The Land of Rain.
Torrential downpours 24/7, located at the junction of Fire, Earth, and Wind countries.
It was the battlefield capital of the Elental Nations... surrounded by the Grass, Birds, and River nations. Constant war. Constant death.
And now?
Obito was here.
He and White Zetsu stood at the edge of a cliff, rain cascading around them as they gazed into a nearby cave where three figures stood.
"See that red-haired brat?" White Zetsu said, pointing. "He's using Madara's real eyes. Had them implanted as a kid. Now he's the only one who can summon the Outer Path Statue."
Obito nodded casually.
But inside?
'Man… standing up high, scheming in the rain, getting live comntary from your side kick... this hits different.'
'I love this shit.'
He exhaled slowly.
'Now for the finishing touch… acting cool as hell.'
"Right now, he's the only one who can summon the Outer Path Statue. If you want to control Nagato, then—"
Obito didn't let him finish.
He pulled out a white mask he'd bought on the road, slid it on, and casually walked straight toward the cave.
"Where are you going?!" Zetsu said while tilting his head.
"Just saying hi," Obito replied.
'And maybe say what's up to that fine-ass Konan while I'm at it.'
"Shouldn't we make a plan first?" Zetsu whispered nervously.
Obito stopped and glanced back.
"Nagato doesn't even have a will of his own right now. And as long as that orange-haired guy is around, we'll never convince him."
Zetsu looked down at the trio inside the cave, eyes landing on Yahiko.
"So… that ans...?"
Obito's voice lowered.
"Heh… In order for Nagato to follow our script…"
"That guy has to die."
"But not by our hands."
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