Uchiha Obito watched as Ōnoki's guards withdrew, leaving the Tsuchikage alone. Beneath his mask, the Sharingan spun slowly.
With no one around…
If he used genjutsu now—or dragged Ōnoki into Kamui space—
Couldn't he take control of Iwagakure directly?
The thought flickered briefly—
Then vanished.
Even if he controlled Iwagakure, it wouldn't be as useful as forming an alliance.
And ruling it would come with endless complications.
Right now, the ninja world was already full of enemies of Uchiha Feng.
In fact—
Feng had already completed most of the Eye of the Moon Plan for him.
All Obito needed to do…
Was harvest the results.
Taking over Iwagakure personally was unnecessary.
"Right now, the Hidden Rain is still developing…"
Obito rested his chin on his hand and spoke calmly.
"Uchiha Feng is incredibly powerful individually."
"But in large-scale battles, he'll hesitate."
"He won't use those wide-range, indiscriminate jutsu if it risks harming his own forces."
This was the weakness Obito had identified through Black Zetsu's intelligence.
Of course—
If he knew Ning Feng's body rivaled or even surpassed Hashirama's, he might not be so confident.
"So—if we force a large-scale war…"
"His advantage disappears."
Ōnoki suddenly slapped his hand.
"Of course!"
How had he not thought of it?!
Every time Uchiha Feng threatened them—
It was with devastating large-scale jutsu.
When Feng entered a village, he was like a walking catastrophe.
Since he came alone, he had nothing to lose—
But one jutsu could wipe out an entire village.
That's why they had always yielded to his demands.
And in Kirigakure—
Wasn't it a single massive technique that wiped out ten thousand shinobi?
But if Feng's own people were on the battlefield—
He couldn't use those techniques freely.
In that case—
Was he still that terrifying?
Perhaps not even Kage-level!
After all—
Many Kage-level ninja relied heavily on ninjutsu.
Without it, they were barely elite jonin.
Take Orochimaru, for example—
A renowned Kage-level powerhouse.
Yet his soul was weak—
Even a genjutsu from a skilled jonin could threaten him.
Every ninja had limits.
Even Hashirama, the God of Shinobi, had weaknesses.
So—
If Uchiha Feng's ninjutsu was overwhelmingly strong—
Then his other aspects must be lacking!
Ōnoki felt like he had finally found the answer.
But—
He wasn't ready to act immediately.
Iwagakure needed time to recover.
Their last operation had already cost them dearly.
Even with a strategy—
They lacked the strength to execute it right now.
"Looks like you've figured it out, Ōnoki."
Obito's tone sharpened slightly as he watched the Tsuchikage lost in thought.
"Since you now know how to deal with him…"
"Are you interested in starting a war—together with my forces and A's?"
"War?"
Ōnoki snapped back to reality.
"Yes… war is a good approach."
"Though we've lost many elites, we still have plenty of chunin and genin."
"Far more than a newly rising village like the Hidden Rain."
"And if we bring Sunagakure into this…"
"Three villages against Konoha and the Hidden Rain?"
"That would be effortless."
Ōnoki's breathing quickened.
He didn't know—
Sunagakure was already effectively aligned with the Hidden Rain.
But that didn't stop his imagination.
In his mind, Uchiha Feng was just someone who got lucky mastering large-scale jutsu.
Remove that advantage—
And he wouldn't be that strong.
So the solution…
Was this simple all along?
"Ōnoki… it seems you're considering war as well."
Obito easily read the change in his expression.
"You're not… trying to start the Fourth Great Ninja War, are you?!"
Ōnoki looked at him in shock.
Obito didn't answer.
Instead, he waved his arm.
A prepared agreement appeared on the table.
Ōnoki instantly moved, grabbing it.
The contents were simple—
A joint declaration to wage war against the Hidden Rain.
At the bottom—
Three signature slots.
Two were already signed:
Uchiha Madara.
Raikage A.
"The Raikage… agreed to this?"
Ōnoki stroked his beard thoughtfully.
It did match A's temperament.
But—
This document also revealed the masked man's ambition.
Ōnoki looked up sharply.
"Kumogakure and Iwagakure both suffered heavy losses."
"They can still field troops."
"But you…"
"Where are your forces coming from?"
His gaze turned dangerous.
He suspected the document might be fake—
Even the Raikage's signature.
A might be reckless—
But not foolish enough to sign a war pact with someone who had no army.
War was no joke.
It could determine decades of prosperity—
Or destroy a village entirely.
"You don't need to worry about that."
Obito's voice turned cold.
"I brought a sample."
As space warped beside him—
A pale white figure emerged.
Ōnoki's attention snapped toward it.
A humanoid… completely white.
Bare. Featureless.
No chakra signature.
"What is this?"
Before he could examine further—
Obito spoke:
"These are grown from Hashirama Senju's cells."
"They possess strong vitality."
"They absorb chakra from opponents—then replicate their appearance and abilities."
Ōnoki's eyes widened.
"And I have…"
Obito's voice turned chilling.
"Fifty thousand of them."
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