Traveling through Naruto, I am Uchiha Obito?

Mei Terumi rose gracefully, performing an impeccable aristocratic gesture, her voice gentle yet carrying undeniable weight:

"My lord, you flatter me. It is an honor for this place to have you here. However... as you know, we in Kirigakure have just ended the 'Blood Mist Policy' that lasted for many years, and everything is in need of rebuilding."

Having escorted you all the way, witnessing the prosperity and stability of your land, I am even more moved by the poverty and hardship of our village. I am filled with emotion, and I apologize for any offense caused.

Hearing the implicit flattery and humility in the words of the soon-to-be Fifth Mizukage, the Daimyo couldn't help but show a satisfied smile.

"Hahaha……"

'Hmph, when the Fourth Mizukage was in power, Kirigakure never took me, their daimyo, seriously. Now, thanks to their internal turmoil, I finally have the opportunity to take control of their economic lifeline again.'

The sharp blade of Kirigakure has finally returned to its master's hands.

He adopted a magnanimous posture, looking down at Terumi Mei with a condescending tone:

"There's no need to be so self-deprecating, Lady Terumi Mei. Among the high-ranking members of Kirigakure, in terms of strength and lineage, only you, born into nobility, are truly qualified to assume the position of Mizukage."

His words were full of allusions to Mei and pride in his own identity.

Mei Terumi seemed completely oblivious to the deeper meaning in his words, simply bowing slightly and whispering her thanks:

"I am honored by your esteemed name."

She then gracefully returned to her seat.

Ao, standing beside her with only one eye visible, had a terrifyingly grim expression. In his eyes, this was not only an insult to the esteemed Mei Terumi, but also a trampling of the dignity of the entire Hidden Mist Village.

'That idiot…'

"Qing, calm down."

Mei Terumi's voice, though soft, reached his ears clearly, carrying an undeniable command.

"We must never attack the Daimyo."

Her gaze remained steady as she watched the boisterous banquet ahead, as if admiring the song and dance performance. Her lips moved slightly, her voice so low that only Qing beside her could hear it:

"Now is not the time to turn against him. This guy is already notorious in the noble circles of the capital of the Water Kingdom. There are plenty of people who want to bring him down, but we must not be the ones to wield this sword."

She paused, then spoke calmly.

"His arrogance won't last long. There's no need to waste our breath on a short-sighted, hopeless, and dying man. Now we just need to..."

"Ok?"

Just then, her whispers were interrupted by a sudden wail.

The banquet hall remained resplendent, with crystal chandeliers reflecting a decadent glow, and the air still filled with the sweet aroma of fine wine and roasted meat.

The sounds of string and wind instruments abruptly ceased, replaced by the muffled thud of bones being cut and the hissing of blood splattering.

A scarlet figure, with slow but deadly steps, stormed into this filthy place.

His face was covered by an antique-style red mask, revealing only a pair of scarlet eyes.

Three eerie tomoe swirled within those red eyes, slowly rotating as they coldly surveyed the nauseatingly luxurious scene before them.

The guards, clad in gleaming armor, attempted to form a defensive line using their longswords and bodies. But their movements appeared ridiculously slow to the Rubik's Cube.

"Is there anyone among you whose hands are not stained with the blood of the nearby villages?"

With his crimson Sharingan fixed on the guards before him, he asked without a trace of emotion.

The soldiers were frozen in place by the Rubik's Cube's illusion, and none of them responded to the cube's challenge.

"Is this so..."

"Then I'm relieved... You all deserve to die!"

They couldn't even see how he moved; all they saw was a red afterimage like a butterfly flitting among flowers, and the cold light of his blade passing by as gently as a breath.

Throat, heart, carotid artery… each flash precisely takes a life. There are no screams, only the heavy thud of a body falling to the ground, and the gurgling sound of blood gushing from the wound, soaking the expensive carpet.

The massacre was as easy as brushing dust off one's shoulders.

He walked through the pile of corpses, his crimson Sharingan scanning the hall through the holes in his mask.

Those nobles who had been talking so eloquently and behaving so elegantly just moments before were now frozen in place, their faces drained of color, their carefully maintained skin contorted with extreme fear, and their magnificent gowns covering their trembling bodies.

They act all high and mighty, but they're nothing special.

A cold, deep voice, filled with intense killing intent, rang out, carrying an undeniable pressure that made it hard to breathe:

"Although it doesn't really matter, I'll ask anyway."

The voice paused, and those murderous eyes took in everyone's fear.

“Those who have not done anything immoral or immoral, and have not plundered the people’s wealth, step back.”

The words seemed to possess a magical power, penetrating to the very marrow of their bones. The nobles, terrified to the extreme, were left with blank minds. Their survival instincts overwhelmed all thought, and they subconsciously obeyed the terrifying voice, frozen in place as if nailed to the spot, none daring to move.

An ironic scene unfolded.

Among the crowd, only Mei Terumi, dressed in a long blue dress and exuding an elegant demeanor, almost instinctively took a step back, relying on her ninja instincts and unwavering will.

Her movement broke the stillness of the scene, appearing so abrupt.

A very soft, cold sneer came from beneath the mask, filled with a mockery that had been anticipated and a deep-seated disappointment.

"Ah……"

"I knew it……"

"No, it's an illusion!"

Mei Terumi's expression changed drastically. Her extensive combat experience made her instantly realize that everyone was being intimidated and controlled by the spiritual power of those eyes. She urgently reminded her companion beside her, who possessed the Byakugan: "Ao!"

At the same time, she shouted fiercely, "Protect Daimyo!"

But the warning came too late.

The sword shines again.

This time, it wasn't aimed at the guards; the sharp blades mercilessly slashed at the nobles who stood frozen in place. There were no superfluous movements, only the chilling arcs of light, almost continuous, brought about by extreme speed.

Pfft——!

A series of muffled thuds of flesh being torn apart erupted almost simultaneously.

One by one, heads adorned with elaborate headdresses or meticulously styled hair were detached from their necks, their faces frozen in utter horror.

The bodies, having lost their support, fell in unison like felled crops, their warm blood gushing out like liquid from a bursting wine sac, splashing onto the gilded walls, the exquisite food, and the sparkling crystal chandeliers.

The overwhelming, nauseating stench of blood instantly overwhelmed all other aromas, transforming the magnificent mansion into a slaughterhouse, the ground stained a thick, dark red swamp.

The dancers who were originally performing in the center didn't even have time to scream in terror before they felt an irresistible drowsiness wash over them. Their eyes went vacant, and they collapsed softly to the ground, falling into a dreamless slumber.

A simple group illusion.

Although he was on the verge of exploding with rage, his crimson Sharingan eyes bloodshot, the last line of defense in his heart still remained in his consciousness.

Those bloodshot Sharingan eyes, burning with the flames of vengeance, peered over the corpses and pools of blood, locking onto the target protected behind Mei Terumi and the others.

The daimyo of the Land of Water, whose once dignified and noble demeanor had been torn to shreds by extreme fear, clung tightly to the back of his blue robe. His legs trembled like withered leaves in the wind, and his brocade boots kicked incessantly at the lord Abe, who was also paralyzed with fear and clinging to his legs.

"No...don't kill me! Don't come any closer!"

Mei Terumi and Ao were on high alert, protecting the daimyo tightly behind them, their bodies tense as they stared intently at the mysterious figure that was walking out of the sea of ​​blood.

The figure trudged through the sticky pool of blood, its steps slow yet incredibly powerful.

Beneath the mask, three magatama spun wildly, then twisted and deformed, finally connecting and merging into a complex, eerie, and sinister pattern never seen before!

The immense, almost tangible power of the pupils pressed down like a mountain, causing Mei Terumi and Ao to gasp for breath.

"It's already night..."

A deep voice came from beneath the mask, as if from the depths of hell. He casually swung his knife, shaking off the warm blood from the blade.

"...Go to sleep peacefully."

Moonlight streamed through the window lattice, casting a cold glow on the two swirling, eerie patterns.

Mei Terumi's pupils contracted sharply, shock gripping her for a moment, and a familiar name slipped out:

"That, that's... the Mangekyou Sharingan?!"

Chapter 73 Mangekyo Sharingan

Chapter 73 Mangekyo Sharingan

"That, that's... the Mangekyou Sharingan!"

Mei Terumi couldn't help but gasp. The unique pattern on those eyes, imbued with profound power, instantly connected the mysterious figure before her to the nightmares that had haunted Kirigakure for years. She shouted at the Rubik's Cube with a mixture of wariness and anger:

"You're the culprit who controlled the Fourth Mizukage and turned Kirigakure into this state?! Why are you here? What is your purpose?!"

"What?! It was you!"

Upon hearing this, Qing angrily glared at the Rubik's Cube wearing the red mask with his single, normal eye, the veins around his Byakugan bulging slightly with emotion. However, his professional ninja instincts quickly allowed him to suppress his surging rage, and reason returned swiftly.

He knew perfectly well that if the mysterious person in front of him was indeed the culprit who controlled the Fourth Mizukage and created the "Village of Blood Mist," then he himself had no chance of contending with such a legendary being.

The only thing he can do now is to protect the daimyo with his life, to avoid hindering Mei Terumi, and to use his Byakugan to observe and assist at crucial moments.

Upon hearing Mei Terumi's question, a faint, enigmatic laugh, tinged with sarcasm, came from beneath the Rubik's Cube's mask.

"That's really interesting. They're really good at playing the 'thief crying 'stop thief' trick."

His voice remained cold.

"But it doesn't matter. The person who did this is indeed somewhat related to me, and now... I actually understand him a little."

"Melt Escape·Monster Melting Technique!"

While the Rubik's Cube was speaking, Mei Terumi quickly formed hand seals, intending to spew out a large amount of highly corrosive acidic mucus from her alluring red lips, hoping to take the opportunity to severely injure this terrible enemy.

However, the Rubik's Cube seemed to have no intention of dodging at all. It simply stood still, the strange and complex pattern in its left kaleidoscope Sharingan slowly turning.

"Tomyo-no-Tama".

The expected scorching sound of the corrosive liquid burning the object did not occur. The powerful Lava Release ninjutsu, capable of melting rock and steel, vanished the instant it was about to be released from her red lips.

It wasn't resisted, nor was it neutralized; rather, it vanished as if erased from thin air, leaving not even a trace of moisture behind.

"How...how could this happen?!"

Mei Terumi was instantly shocked. She could clearly feel that the chakra she had mobilized to cast this technique had indeed been depleted.

"The ninjutsu... vanished just before it was about to be released... This wasn't something that prevented the casting... What kind of ability is this?"

"What...what the hell is going on?"

Aoya stared blankly at the incredible scene before him. His Byakugan vision allowed him to see with certainty that Mei Terumi's chakra had mysteriously disappeared, but no ninjutsu had been used. The scene before him was completely beyond his comprehension.

"Who knows?"

The Rubik's Cube's voice carried a hint of mockery, as if it were discussing the weather.

"Maybe it's a bug?"

He paused, his tone suddenly turning cold, and a murderous intent permeated the air once more:

"I'm not in the mood to argue with you guys anymore."

"Teru, Terumi Mei-sama?"

In Qing's white-eyed vision, a truly bizarre scene unfolded.

The enemy wearing the red mask was leisurely walking towards them at a slow pace, but in Mei Terumi's reaction, the enemy seemed to remain stationary, showing no sign of moving! Mei Terumi continued to stare warily at the spot where the Rubik's Cube had just been standing, as if he were still there.

"Damn it! What did you do to Lady Mei?!"

Ao immediately understood that Mei Terumi had fallen under an extremely sophisticated illusion, her senses completely deceived. Faced with the situation ahead, he could only rely on himself!

"Water Escape·Water Formation Wall!"

Ao attempted to create a water wall by forming hand seals to prevent the Rubik's Cube from approaching the Daimyo, but nothing happened after the seals were completed.

"Damn it, why didn't anything come out? I definitely used up all my chakra!"

His chakra, just like the Lava Release technique from before, mysteriously vanished the instant the technique was activated.

Finally, to Qing's horrified gaze, the Rubik's Cube slowly approached him, its crimson Mangekyou Sharingan coldly staring at him as if looking at a powerless ant.