29 Naruto: Transmigrated as Obito

Minato continued explaining the finer points of the Shadow Clone Jutsu to Obito.

"…Alright, that's about it. Give it a try, Obito," Minato encouraged with a smile.

Obito nodded, forming the "Ram" seal with both hands. Slowly, he began channeling his chakra.

"Shadow Clone Jutsu!"

Poof!

A puff of smoke appeared and quickly dissipated, revealing a second Obito standing beside him. However, this clone wasn't quite right.

Its head was comically larger than its body.

"Uh… I think I failed," Obito muttered, embarrassed, as he dispelled the oversized clone.

Minato chuckled warmly. "No worries! B-rank jutsu isn't something you master on the first try. Let's go again."

Obito clenched his fists and nodded resolutely. "Yosh!"

The moon rose silently into the night sky, its silver glow blanketing the earth.

Obito finally stopped practicing, slumping in frustration. Despite his efforts, the Shadow Clone Jutsu continued to elude him.

Minato noticed his student's dejected state and patted him gently on the head.

"Don't lose heart, Obito. I promise, within a week, you'll have it down."

Obito's eyes sparkled with determination as he nodded firmly. "I understand, Sensei!"

The team regrouped outside the forest, marking the end of the day's training.

"I'm heading off. See you all tomorrow," Obito said, his spirits still low as he waved goodbye to Kakashi and the others before departing.

Rin watched him leave, a hint of concern in her voice.

"What's wrong with Obito? Usually, he…," she paused, her thoughts trailing off.

Usually, he would walk her home.

Minato spoke softly, "It's probably because his training didn't go as planned today. For some reason, Obito holds himself to very high standards."

Kakashi gazed at Obito's retreating figure, idly adjusting his forehead protector.

"Hmph, if I'd been more talented when I was younger, I could've mastered Susanoo and double Kamui by now…"

Obito grumbled to himself, humming a melancholy tune as he trudged back home.

After exchanging brief pleasantries with his grandmother, he threw himself onto his bed.

Today's training hadn't gone well, leaving him restless and irritable.

"Less than five years until my 'death,' and yet…"

Obito sighed deeply. Despite being ahead of his peers in strength, he knew he was still far from being a true powerhouse.

"In the eyes of real shinobi elites, I'm just a rookie. I've got a long way to go before I can stand at the top."

He listed the impending tragedies in his mind: the Battle of Kannabi Bridge, Rin's death, the Nine-Tails' rampage, the downfall of the Uchiha…

Each weighed on him like a mountain, suffocating and relentless.

"Ugh…"

With his current strength, resisting these events felt like a fool's errand. But doing nothing wasn't an option either.

"What can I even do?" Obito stared at the ceiling, deep in thought.

The system was his only advantage, but he needed to come up with a strategy of his own.

His mind raced, entertaining increasingly outlandish ideas until inspiration struck. Sitting bolt upright, he exclaimed,

"I've got it!"

He had a plan to prevent the Nine-Tails' rampage.

"No matter what Madara tries or who he uses, this idea will work!" Obito muttered to himself.

The root cause of the Nine-Tails' rampage was Kushina, the Nine-Tails' Jinchūriki. Her seal weakened during childbirth, allowing the masked man—himself in the future—to strike.

"So, while Konoha is still strong, I can make sure Naruto is born sooner…" Obito's eyes gleamed.

"Or… I could just ensure Sensei can't have kids at all! That'd solve the problem too!"

The more he thought about it, the more plausible the idea seemed.

"Sensei's done so much for me. This is the least I can do for him. Yep, it's decided!"

Just then, the system's interface appeared, presenting him with new options:

[Option 1: Secretly plot to ensure Naruto's early birth. Reward: 1 unit of chakra.]
[Option 2: Secretly plot to render Minato infertile. Reward: Byakugan x2.]
[Option 3: Secretly plot to ensure Kushina's infertility. Reward: Byakugan x2.]
[Option 4: Kill yourself now to prevent the Nine-Tails' rampage. Reward: VIP-grade coffin service.]

Obito didn't even bother with the last three options. The system's bizarre choices were nothing new. Without hesitation, he chose the first.

[1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1!]

"1 unit of chakra as a reward? Not bad!" Obito thought.

Although it was only 0.01 of what Naruto could manage, it was better than nothing.

Lying back on his bed, Obito smirked. "Now, how do I make Sensei hurry things along?"

He soon hatched a meticulous plan.

When it came to scheming, Obito prided himself on being second to none.

The next day, a rare day off, Obito strolled through Konoha until he found a small pharmacy.

A striking woman sat behind the counter, leaning on her elbow, her other arm resting on the desk. Her posture, combined with her alluring figure, immediately caught Obito's attention.

As he stepped inside, she lazily brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, her soft voice breaking the silence.

"Hey there, little guy. What can I get for you?"

Obito's cheeks flushed. He cleared his throat and stammered,

"I-I need some… uh, supplements. The kind that helps couples, um, have better… conversations at night."

The woman raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eye. She glanced at Obito skeptically, her gaze briefly lingering on him.

"And what does a kid like you need that kind of medicine for?"

Damn it! Obito thought. He'd been underestimated!

"They're not for me! They're for my Sensei and his wife," he declared.

The woman gave him a thumbs-up, her lips curving into a sly smile. "A thoughtful kid like you is hard to come by."

Obito puffed up with pride. Of course, no one in the shinobi world could match his filial piety!

As the woman prepared the supplements, Obito couldn't help but admire her from behind.

This trip had already been worth it.

When she returned, though, she placed a small bag on the counter and named a price that made Obito's jaw drop.

"Why is it so expensive?!"

She shrugged with a playful glint in her eye. "So, do you want it or not, little guy?"

Grinding his teeth, Obito emptied his savings and slammed the money onto the counter.

"Deal!"