---Akatsuki Hideout – River Country Cavern---
The cavern felt smaller.
Not physically, but spiritually. The oppressive weight of the Gedo Mazo's chakra had vanished, replaced by a suffocating gravity that radiated from the man in the orange mask.
The name still hung in the air, heavy and impossible.
Obito.
No one moved.
The spiral mask tilted slightly downward, the single Sharingan glowing faintly within its shadow.
The playful fool was gone. The high-pitched voice, the exaggerated clumsiness—it had all evaporated like mist under a noon sun.
In his place stood something cold. Something old.
"You speak lightly of the dead," Obito said quietly.
There was no anger in the voice. No outrage. Just a flat, abyssal calm.
That was worse.
Kakashi's breath was uneven now. He didn't look at the masked man. He couldn't. His mind was replaying a crushed boulder. A small hand reaching out. A promise made in blood and tears.
'Kakashi... protect Rin with your life...'
His fingers trembled, inching toward his headband.
Naruto looked between them, confused and wary. "Kakashi-sensei…? Do you know this guy?"
Sasuke's eyes narrowed. He didn't understand the history, but he understood one thing:
This was personal.
And this masked guy was an Uchiha... an Uchiha he didn't know about. An Uchiha with a Mangekyo.
Alaric did not look away from the mask. He stood relaxed, his hands in his pockets, utterly unintimidated by the shift in atmosphere.
"Lightly? I don't speak lightly," Alaric replied, his voice cutting through the tension. "I speak accurately."
The temperature dipped again.
Obito's body flickered faintly... intangibility brushing the edge of activation. A reflex. A test.
Alaric didn't move. He didn't blink. He didn't tense.
Obito noticed.
Interesting.
"You claim," Obito said slowly, each word deliberate, "that Rin's death was orchestrated."
A pause.
"By whom?"
It was a trap.
Not emotional curiosity. Not a desperate plea for answers. It was information extraction. He was fishing for the source of Alaric's knowledge.
Alaric smiled faintly.
"Ah. See? That's the first good question you've asked all day."
Obito's chakra shifted slightly.
Not outward. Inward. Coiling.
"If you believe the Hidden Mist acted alone," Alaric continued, taking a step forward, "then you never asked why."
He ticked points off on his fingers.
"Why a Jinchūriki? Why the Three-Tails?"
"Why that specific timing?"
"Why in front of him?"
His eyes flicked toward Kakashi briefly, then back to the mask.
"Wars don't create tragedies like that by accident. Not with timing that perfect."
"So you suggest manipulation then," Obito said, his Sharingan narrowing.
"I suggest design," Alaric replied.
Silence.
Heavy. Measured. Everyone aside from Alaric was tense, even Obito himself.
Kakashi felt like he was suffocating. The air was too thin.
"If you're lying," Obito said softly, "you will regret it."
It wasn't a threat. It was a promise… A statement of fact as immutable as gravity.
Alaric stepped closer.
Close enough that Team 7 tensed, weapons raising instinctively.
Close enough that Kamui range would matter.
"You already regret enough," Alaric said quietly. "That's why you're here. That's why you wear a mask. However, you hide. You hide to play Madara… and you hide because you know deep down inside, Rin would be disappointed with the direction you're going. You convince yourself you're doing what's right, but naturally… you know it's not."
Pulse.
For half a second, the stone pillar near Alaric's shoulder warped inward.
Kamui.
Testing.
The rock vanished into spiraling distortion, twisted out of existence.
Alaric did not flinch. He didn't dodge.
He simply looked at the space where the stone used to be.
"I told you," he said calmly. "I know how it works."
Obito stopped.
He had not formed a seal. He had not made a motion. The activation was subtle, nearly invisible.
Alaric reacted before visual confirmation.
That meant one of two things:
He can sense spatial distortion.
Or…
He has an ability similar to Kamui.
That realization tightened something inside Obito. A new variable. A dangerous one.
"You're not from around here, are you?" Obito said, his gaze sweeping over Alaric's crimson coat and modern attire. "Judging by your clothes... you either have an interesting choice of fashion or you're from outside this continent."
Alaric shrugged slightly.
"It could be either... neither... it's not like it's important right now."
Another silence.
Then...
"Very well," Obito said.
The spiral behind him began to form again. The air twisted.
"But understand this."
His voice deepened further, vibrating with the conviction of a fanatic.
"If you truly know what happened to Rin…"
The eye hole focused solely on Alaric.
"Then you know why this world must end."
That was conviction. Still intact. But fractured.
Alaric's eyes sharpened.
"Or," he replied softly, "I know why you were made to believe it must."
The vortex intensified.
Kakashi took a step forward instinctively, his hand reaching out.
"Obito—!"
The name slipped out. Raw. Unfiltered. A plea to a ghost.
The mask turned slightly toward him.
For one single heartbeat… the Sharingan behind the spiral trembled.
Then the vortex swallowed him.
Silence… and gone.
No one spoke for several seconds. The cavern felt emptier than before, the absence of the masked man leaving a void.
Naruto blinked. "What… was that?"
Sakura slowly exhaled, her hands trembling.
Sasuke's jaw was tight. He didn't like not knowing. He hated being out of the loop.
Haku remained still, but his grip on Kusanagi relaxed slightly. He sheathed the blade with a click.
Alaric didn't look satisfied. He looked thoughtful.
Behind him… Kakashi had not moved. His head was lowered. His visible eye was wide but unfocused, staring at the spot where the vortex had been.
Not crying. Not yelling.
Just… breaking. Quietly.
"You're sure?" Kakashi asked finally.
The voice was small. Dangerously small.
Alaric didn't turn. "Do I look like I'm lying?"
Kakashi's breathing hitched.
"If… if it wasn't the Mist…"
His hand clenched into a fist.
"Then who?"
Alaric finally looked at him.
And for the first time in this entire encounter… he did not answer directly.
"Not here," Alaric said. "And not now."
He walked past Kakashi.
"Sakura. Stabilize Gaara. He's fading."
"Naruto. Keep his temperature up. Share some chakra, figure out yourself in how."
"Sasuke."
His eyes lingered a fraction longer on the Uchiha.
"Watch everything."
Then he looked at the cavern entrance.
"Haku. Kindly greet the other backup sent by Konoha. Team Guy should be arriving any minute, tell them to get back to Konoha because the mission's finished."
"We're leaving."
No celebration. No victory speech.
Just movement.
Because there was nothing to celebrate.
---The Campsite - Evening---
They moved through scrubland first, dry earth giving way to scattered trees, then into stretches of open terrain where the wind rolled low and restless. The sun sank gradually, painting the horizon in layered amber and crimson. Their shadows lengthened ahead of them like silent scouts.
Haku took his turn carrying Gaara without complaint, lifting him carefully, as if aware that even unconscious, the Kazekage deserved dignity. Kakashi insisted on taking a rotation as well, though Sakura protested Kakashi was too unstable. He dismissed her with a mild comment about pacing oneself, but she noticed how deliberate his movements were, as though conserving strength to keep his demons at bay.
By the time the sky deepened toward violet, Sakura finally spoke with the firmness of someone who had measured time, terrain, and vitals. "We stop here. His condition is stable, but transport is straining him."
No one argued.
They found a shallow clearing sheltered by rock on one side and sparse trees on the other. The wind was steady but not harsh. It would do.
Kakashi gathered dry wood while Sakura reinforced a low windbreak using compacted earth, shaping it smoothly without flair. Naruto laid Gaara down gently, hovering over him for a moment longer than necessary before stepping away.
Sasuke stretched his shoulders, glancing toward the tree line. "Food," he said simply.
Naruto straightened. "Don't burn it this time."
Sasuke didn't rise to the bait. "Try not to chase it for five miles and toughen the meat."
They left together, an unspoken truce forming in the hunt.
Alaric stood still for a moment, eyes half-lidded.
Then the air shimmered faintly as his Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan activated silently.
Heat rippled outward from his gaze, subtle and controlled. Iron extruded from nothingness, molten lines weaving through the air before cooling instantly into shape. A broad, shallow pan formed first, smooth and balanced. Then a pot, two smaller skillets, a kettle.
Vulcan.
The metal cooled without a hiss.
Then wood answered.
Mokuton rose from the soil in quiet obedience, shaping itself into low stools, a modest table, chopsticks, a cutting board. The grain smoothed under invisible guidance, polished by intent rather than effort.
No seals. No strain. Just decision.
Haku glanced at the growing arrangement and inclined his head slightly. "Thank you, Sensei."
Alaric gave a small nod and stepped aside, deactivating his eyes.
Naruto and Sasuke returned not long after, each carrying game.
One hare. Two desert fowl. And something Naruto seemed overly proud of… a large lizard… until Haku gave it a single glance and shook his head gently, which was somehow more devastating than mockery.
Haku knelt near the fire.
He removed his outer kimono layer carefully and folded it with quiet precision before working.
Naruto crouched nearby, watching with open curiosity. Sasuke remained standing, arms crossed, eyes observant.
Haku cleaned first.
The blade moved along skin and sinew with steady control. He separated muscle from bone without waste, trimming only what was necessary. He rinsed the meat using water drawn from a nearby stream, briefly freezing it to clarify impurities before allowing it to melt clear over the flesh.
Naruto leaned forward. "You've done this a lot, haven't you?"
"Yes," Haku replied softly, not pausing.
He heated the pan gradually, placing two fingers lightly against the metal. A faint thread of ice chakra flowed… not to cool, but to regulate. He controlled temperature through balance rather than flame alone, ensuring the fat rendered slowly and evenly.
The aroma rose, rich and grounding.
Naruto's stomach growled loudly.
Haku's lips curved faintly. "The hare was overexerted," he observed gently. "The muscle will be tight."
"Uh… yeah…" Naruto scratched his cheek. "I chased it."
Haku didn't turn to look and continued his work. "I noticed."
Sasuke exhaled through his nose, almost amused.
Haku sliced the meat thinner to compensate, adjusting cook time accordingly. He crushed desert herbs with the flat of his blade and mixed them into rendered fat, basting the fowl as they rotated over controlled flame.
The broth simmered low, bones releasing depth into the water. He skimmed carefully, seasoning lightly, tasting once before nodding in approval.
It was not extravagant. It was disciplined. The kind of cooking born from scarcity and precision.
When it was finished, he plated the food neatly onto the metal dishes Alaric had formed.
They sat on wooden stools beneath a sky fading into indigo.
For a while, they simply ate.
Naruto spoke first, mouth half full. "This is insane. How is this camp food?"
"It's surprisingly balanced," Sasuke corrected quietly, eating with surprising etiquette. "Though I wish there were tomatoes in it."
Haku accepted both interpretations with equal calm.
Alaric did not eat immediately.
His eyes shifted toward a distant tree at the edge of the clearing.
A crow perched there, unmoving. Watching.
Alaric's smirk was small but knowing.
He stood up. "I'll take a walk."
Haku's gaze followed him briefly, understanding flashing in his eyes, then returned to his plate.
Alaric moved beyond the camp until voices faded into the wind.
Then he floated upwards, ascending through the cooling dusk air until he reached a nearby cliff edge overlooking the camp.
Itachi sat there.
One leg hanging over the drop, arms resting loosely against his knee. The crow dissolved into ink-black feathers beside him.
He did not turn immediately.
"I wondered when you would come," Itachi said quietly. "I didn't want to use the scroll you gave me. I was nearby."
Alaric landed behind him, boots touching stone without sound. "You didn't try to hide... and I could sense you from a couple miles away. You wanted to be found… though it's quite early for you to reach out."
"It was not intended to be a summon," Itachi replied, his voice steady.
'He's also a sensor... how strong is he truly?' Itachi thought, evaluating.
The horizon burned red, the last light of the sun fading.
"You revealed his identity," Itachi said after a moment.
"Yes."
"It was for a moment, but you destabilized him. I saw it through the projection."
"Yes."
Itachi finally turned his head slightly, studying Alaric from the corner of his eye. "And you did it deliberately. Not to defeat him, but to rattle him."
Alaric stepped beside him, gaze fixed on the horizon. "He needed to hear it."
"Why?"
"Because as long as he believes Rin's death was an inevitable war tragedy, he remains stable. He remains committed to the lie that reality is hell."
"And if he suspects manipulation?"
"He becomes unpredictable. He starts looking for the puppet master."
Itachi considered that in silence.
"From the looks of it, it seems like you want to accelerate something," he observed calmly.
'Sharp...' Alaric smiled faintly. "Maybe? Maybe not. Maybe I just hate liars."
The wind shifted, carrying the scent of rain from the north.
"How much do you know?" Itachi asked.
"Enough. Obviously more than you."
"That makes you dangerous."
"You already knew that."
Below them, the campfire flickered softly.
Naruto laughed at something Sakura said, while Sasuke listened, his guard down for once.
Gaara breathed faintly, alive because they had arrived in time.
Kakashi stared into the flame, his thoughts dwelling on a ghost he thought was gone.
Haku cleaned the dishes with steady patience.
Above them, the two apex predators measured the future.
And the wind carried embers into the dark.
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