Chapter 98: The Inheritance Gift

A filthy tree hollow, with Obito, Shirabu, and Afei inside.

“Rin… Rin… Rin…” Obito murmured Rin’s name in his unconscious state but never woke.

“Wake up, wake up, get up! Time to eat! You wet the bed! Konoha lost! The cat did a backflip! I’ll treat you to a massage! An unconventional massage!” Afei called out excitedly.

“Kid, what do we do if we can’t wake him?” Afei shook the feather in his hand.

“Let me try.” Shirabu stepped closer and shouted into Obito’s ear, “Kakashi and Rin got married!!!”

Obito sprang up faster than a mousetrap snapping shut, nearly popping Shirabu’s eyeballs out.

“What?! Where’s Rin?”

“Wow! Kid, you’re amazing! You really woke up!” Afei did two consecutive backflips in joy.

“Ah, ah, it hurts so much… Where am I?” Obito touched the wounds that had torn anew from his sudden movement, his face contorted in pain.

“Just a forest in the Land of Grass,” Shirabu said.

“Shirabu?… What are you doing here?” Obito was stunned. Except for Kakashi, no one had guessed that the clown was Shirabu.

“If I hadn’t saved you, you’d probably be rotting on the battlefield,” Shirabu smiled kindly.

Obito rubbed his forehead, finally recalling what had happened before he lost consciousness. He shouted anxiously, “Where’s Rin? Rin was taken! Where’s Kakashi? Did he go after them?”

“Don’t worry, they’re all fine,” Shirabu said cautiously, afraid Obito might burst his wounds open again.

“Ah… really? That’s a relief…” Obito finally exhaled.

“I was just kidding. They’re all dead! Hahaha!” Afei laughed uproariously, hands on hips.

Obito and Shirabu stared at Afei expressionlessly.

“I just wanted to see if I could open the Mangekyo…” Afei scratched his head awkwardly.

“I want to go back… Can you take me back?” Obito tried to lift himself but failed several times.

“Unfortunately, no,” Shirabu’s tone suddenly turned cold.

“Why? Is it too dangerous? Then I’ll go back alone. Even if I have to crawl, I’ll crawl back.” Obito gritted his teeth and flipped over, preparing to crawl out.

“Do you desire power?” Shirabu asked.

“Huh? What?” Obito was puzzled by the strange question.

“Do you want to be a loser forever?” Shirabu pressed on.

“That’s nonsense! I’ve already awakened the Three-Tomoe Sharingan. I’m just one step away from becoming Hokage. I can show you right now… Wait… Hmm, seems like I’m out of chakra, but believe me, Obito doesn’t lie,” Obito replied anxiously.

“I know you have the Three-Tomoe, so what? Can you master genjutsu? Can you wield shuriken properly? How many fire-style jutsus do you know? What else do you know besides the Uchiha grappling technique? You can’t even laugh maniacally!” Shirabu mocked every word mercilessly.

“Shirabu… what’s wrong with you?” Obito looked at him, feeling he barely recognized him. “I’ll learn… I’ll work hard…”

“You won’t. The Sharingan enhances your vision, not your intelligence,” Shirabu shook his head.

“What exactly are you trying to say!” Obito snapped.

“I have an opportunity for you, all you need to do is agree. Profound genjutsu, powerful ninjutsu, exquisite taijutsu—all will be yours. You will become a legend in the shinobi world. You will win Rin’s heart…” Shirabu coaxed step by step.

“No! I want to go back and see Rin right now!” Obito shook his head and crawled toward Konoha.

“Damn! Such a pathetic simp! I’m impressed. Do you know what chance I’m offering you? Many would kneel for it and still can’t get it!” Shirabu was fuming.

“Who cares about them! I’m willing to be Rin’s simp!” Obito didn’t look back.

“Damn it!” Shirabu nearly lost his mind. How could such a simp exist? He wanted to smash him to pieces.

“Kid, hold on… Control yourself… This is psychological warfare!” Afei stopped Shirabu.

“Fine, I’ll hold back…” Shirabu took a deep breath and calmed down. “If I were Rin, I’d choose Kakashi. Cold, cool, strong, smart—what girl wouldn’t want a man like that? Who would pick some weak, dumb, hopeless rookie?” Shirabu snorted disdainfully.

“Hmm, if I were Rin, I’d pick Shirabu. Handsome, cute, and full of humor,” Afei exaggerated.

“Hmph, don’t provoke me. I’m not going with you!” Obito wasn’t fooled and kept crawling.

“Obito… heh heh heh… You probably don’t realize what kind of injury you have. You wrestled with Hokko? His wrist blade pierced your kidneys, turning them into a mess. Even the strongest medical ninja can’t fix that. You know what kidneys are for, right? The home of essence. You won’t just fail as a ninja—you won’t even be a man anymore. Do you think Rin would still choose you after knowing this?” Shirabu grinned wickedly. “Only that great man in the whole shinobi world can heal you…”

Obito suddenly looked back, touched his side, and screamed like a madman, “Take me there! Now! Immediately! Right now!!!”

“Aren’t you going to ask what the price for power is?” Shirabu sneered.

“No need. For Rin, I’m willing to pay any price!”

“Even if you don’t ask, I’ll tell you. Among the gifts you gain, I’ll take the most precious one…”

“Hurry! Let’s go!”

…

Months later, back at the underground Uchiha base, the damp, dark smell was as repulsive as ever.

“Yo! Back to visit home?” The spiked Shirabu was still the only one guarding the base. But on the wooden bed where he usually slept lay another child—a motionless vegetable.

What the hell? Shirabu was raising a son too?

“Ah! Hug me! I’m back! I have a name now—Afei, given by the kid!” Afei revealed his true form excitedly and embraced Shirabu.

“Ahhh, it’s you! Like crap crushed by a Rasengan! You were the one pretending to be Rin!” Obito recognized Afei immediately and roared madly.

“Indeed, I’m the clown. You should thank me. Otherwise, by the time you awaken the Sharingan, Rin might really be dead.” Shirabu took a clown mask from his ninja pouch and put it on.

“You, you, you!!” Obito was furious but helpless. Rin was alive, and he had awakened the Sharingan. What could he complain about?

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