The afternoon sun shone through the dense canopy of trees, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves. It should have been a peaceful afternoon, but at this moment, an unsettling atmosphere permeated the forest.

A strange figure stood silently in the forest clearing. He was dressed in a black robe, with long black hair hanging down, and a large katana at his waist. Most striking of all was the tiger-striped mask on his face—completely obscuring his features.

"So," a cold voice suddenly came from behind, "what is your purpose in coming here now?"

The tiger-striped mask slowly turned, looking towards the source of the sound.

A few meters away, in the shadow of a tree, a man wearing a fox mask appeared out of nowhere.

【Jin】The leader of the organization, with a swirling, muscular face.

"【Jin】... This should be our first meeting." Obito's Sharingan flickered slightly behind the holes in his mask. "Judging from your words, you don't seem to be a stranger to me."

"Well, I know far more than you think." He took a step forward. "But I never imagined you'd have the nerve to come back here."

"Because of the Nine-Tails' rampage, you are the one who personally pushed your clan into hell."

Obito remained silent for a moment, his Sharingan beneath the mask fixed on Menma. He could clearly sense the undisguised hostility in the other's words—not ordinary vigilance or wariness, but genuine disgust and anger.

"It seems..." Obito began slowly, "that you do know quite a lot."

Menma watched Obito intently. His shadow clones had been lying in wait in this forest for a whole day, and finally managed to intercept this elusive guy.

Obito warily observed this unexpected variable before him. The leader of the [Jin] organization—this mysterious and powerful figure who suddenly rose to prominence in the ninja world, possessing terrifying strength capable of taking on a major ninja village single-handedly, yet claiming to be a troublesome figure who wanted to create peace.

"The Nine-Tails' rampage? That was definitely my doing." His gaze swept over the Flying Thunder God kunai that Menma was playing with, a sense of unease creeping into his heart—he hadn't expected that since his teacher's death, someone in the ninja world would still be able to master this troublesome ninjutsu.

"But my goal doesn't conflict with your ideals," Obito continued, "both are for lasting peace."

"You seem to hate me? While you may try to maintain peace through military force, your methods are incredibly naive."

There was a clear sarcasm in those words. Obito knew very well that, unlike himself, this person hadn't killed a single person during the attack on Konoha—such womanly compassion seemed utterly laughable to him.

"I don't want to be your enemy right now." Obito's body began to gradually fade into nothingness, ripples of spatial distortion spreading around him. "Perhaps in the future, your naive heart will have matured a bit."

Menma did not intervene because Obito was determined to avoid battle, and with the current methods available, they were unable to break through the space-time ninjutsu of those Mangekyou Sharingan.

This is all we can do for now...

Menma watched as Obito's figure completely disappeared into the distorted space. At least on the night of the massacre... he had to keep this guy out of it.

The forest returned to silence, and Mianma's figure gradually faded away, eventually dissipating into a wisp of smoke.

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On the way to the Uchiha clan's territory, Naruto wore a dark red scarf that was obviously too big around his neck. After leaving the bustling area of ​​Konoha, Satsuki insisted that he wear the scarf, saying things like, "What if you catch a cold?" and "People will blame me for not taking good care of you."

Now, Naruto looked at Satsuki beside him and couldn't help but sigh.

"Satsuki...aren't you cold wearing that?"

Satsuki was hugging her arms, her body trembling slightly—she was wearing a summer short-sleeved shirt and shorts today, her fair arms and calves exposed to the increasingly cool autumn wind. But what left Naruto speechless was that her acting was so fake; she not only deliberately trembled exaggeratedly, but also kept glancing at the scarf around her neck.

"Cold?" Zuo Yue immediately straightened her back. "Don't talk nonsense! As a genius of the Uchiha clan, how could I be cold at this level?"

That's true—given Satsuki's physical condition, she certainly wouldn't be freezing in this kind of weather.

"Then I'll lend you my scarf..."

"Huh?!" Satsuki turned her head sharply. "How can this be! How can you keep a gift you gave away for yourself... Achoo!"

A sneeze so fake it couldn't be more fake.

After sneezing, she secretly glanced at Naruto, her obsidian-like eyes sparkling with anticipation.

This is way too obvious!

Naruto watched as Satsuki moved even closer to him. "But the wind is definitely a bit strong..."

"...Should we share this?" Naruto finally got straight to the point. "I think this large scarf would be perfect for two people to share."

Finally hearing those words, Satsuki suppressed the urge to smile and tried to keep her voice calm. "Is that so?...Alright!" She sighed deliberately, "But it's the only way for both of us to stay warm, and there's nothing else we can do about it."

Although in Satsuki's eyes he had perfectly put on a "helpless" look, Naruto saw it as nothing more than smugness.

In the end, just like in the anime, the two of them wrapped the deep red scarf around their necks. Satsuki couldn't help but blush, but she quietly leaned closer to Naruto.

"Let's leave it like this... it'll be less likely to fall apart this way..."

She turned her face away, but a satisfied smile appeared on her lips, like a cat that had finally gotten its beloved toy.

But Naruto was anything but relaxed.

His gaze passed over Zuo Yue's head, landing on the Uchiha clan's territory in the distance, where lights were gradually illuminating the area. In a few hours, the most terrible thing would happen there—bloodshed, betrayal, and endless darkness.

We must save Satsuki's parents...

Naruto made a silent vow in his heart. He would never let Satsuki end up like in the original story, losing everything and only having the obsession with revenge left behind.

As the evening breeze blew by, Satsuki moved closer to him, completely unaware of the seriousness that flashed in Naruto's eyes.

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