The aroma of freshly prepared breakfast filled the room as Obito unwrapped his meal, taking in the familiar scent of nostalgia.
"It's been years, but this still smells exactly the same," Obito muttered as he bit into a skewer of three-color dango.
Rin smiled warmly. "That shop has been around since Konoha was founded. People say its secret sauce has been passed down for generations."
The two enjoyed their meal, the warmth of the food contrasting with the chaos that had been unfolding in their lives. However, before they could fully indulge in their nostalgia, a sudden notification from the chat group appeared before Obito's eyes.
At first, he hesitated. But when he finally looked, his breath caught in his throat.
It was another version of himself.
[System Notification]
[Uchiha Madara (Ten Tails Jinchūriki) has joined the chat group.]
[Uchiha Itachi has joined the chat group.]
[Uchiha Madara (White Mask) has joined the chat group.]
[Chat Group]
Shinomiya Uzumaki: "Good morning, everyone! We have some new members today! A big round of applause!"
Senju Hashirama: "Madara?! Hahaha! You finally showed up! This is great!"
Uchiha Obito: "Well, well… another me, huh? Or should I call you Madara? Either way, this is getting interesting."
Namikaze Minato: "Welcome, everyone. Whether it's morning, noon, or night for you, I hope you'll accept my greeting."
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Konoha, Year 67 – The Fourth Great Ninja War
War raged across the lands. The masked man, now wielding the full power of the Rinnegan and calling himself Uchiha Madara, had declared war on the entire ninja world.
His army was terrifying—Six Paths of Pain, all former Jinchūriki, controlled entirely by him. With their immense power and their ability to enter Tailed Beast transformations, they were nearly unstoppable.
He had cast aside the playful persona of 'Tobi' from the Akatsuki and now stood as a warlord, clad in a new, imposing battle robe, wielding a massive Uchiha war fan. His mask was pure white, with three magatama symbols drawn upon it, giving him an eerie and god-like presence.
The battlefield was a dense, overgrown forest. Leaves rustled under the tension of an impending battle.
Naruto and Killer Bee stood side by side, facing the masked man and his Six Paths of Jinchūriki.
"You should surrender," the masked man spoke, his voice as calm as the still air before a storm. "You have no chance of winning."
Naruto clenched his fists. "Like hell I will! You're the reason so many people are suffering!"
The battle erupted.
Lava-style attacks from Roshi rained down like molten hail, while Yagura's water mirror reflected Naruto's attacks back at him. The Six Paths moved in perfect synchronization, forcing Naruto and Killer Bee onto the defensive.
But then, in the midst of battle, something unexpected happened.
The masked man froze.
His Sharingan widened as his focus shattered, causing the Six Paths of Pain to falter for a split second.
Naruto immediately noticed. "Something's wrong with him. This is our chance!"
Unbeknownst to everyone, the chat group had appeared before White Mask's eyes.
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[Chat Group]
Shinomiya Uzumaki: "Wait… why is it so quiet? Are the new guys too stunned to speak?"
Namikaze Minato: "I'd bet they think they've been caught in a Genjutsu."
Uchiha Obito: "Haha, yeah. I remember that feeling."
Shinomiya Uzumaki: "Hold on… If Six Paths Madara and White Mask are here, then this means we're in Konoha 67, right? The middle of the war?!"
Shinomiya Uzumaki: "Madara is probably fighting right now… wait, White Mask too! This is insane!"
Uchiha Obito: "And Itachi… he's in Konoha 54, isn't he?"
A heavy silence filled the chat.
Shinomiya Uzumaki: "Damn it! That's the night of the Uchiha massacre! Is he—"
Uchiha Itachi: "No… I was just watching the video in the group."
Shinomiya Uzumaki: "..."
Uchiha Obito: "Hahaha! That caught me off guard."
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Konoha, Year 54 – The Night of the Uchiha Massacre
Itachi stood motionless in a dimly lit room. Outside, the sound of chirping crickets filled the silent courtyard. Moonlight cast a pale glow across his face.
His hand was clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his palm.
He had just seen everything.
The chat group had shown him the future—the Uchiha Massacre, his role as a traitor, his years of suffering, and his ultimate death at the hands of Sasuke.
His eyes trembled with emotions too complex to describe.
"Am I… wrong?"
He had always believed in his sacrifice. He had convinced himself that betraying his clan for the sake of peace was the only option. But now, with undeniable proof of what his actions would lead to…
His anger boiled over.
"Shimura Danzo…" Itachi whispered the name through gritted teeth.
His Sharingan spun violently, twisting into the form of the Mangekyō.
This was wrong. Konoha needed change—not through suffering, but through leadership.
The video had shown him another possibility.
Senju Hashirama, the village's founder.
Namikaze Minato, a Hokage who truly understood peace.
Shinomiya Uzumaki, someone who held influence over time and space itself.
His Mangekyō burned with determination.
"This village doesn't need another Danzo in the shadows… it needs a real leader."
Itachi slowly stood up, his eyes firm.
"I will become Hokage."
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[Chat Group]
Uchiha Itachi: "I've made my decision."
Shinomiya Uzumaki: "Huh?"
Uchiha Obito: "Oh? And what decision is that?"
Uchiha Itachi: "I will not follow the path I was meant to walk. Konoha does not need bloodshed. It needs justice."
Senju Hashirama: "Oh? What an interesting kid! So, what will you do?"
Uchiha Itachi: "I will become Hokage."
Namikaze Minato: "…That's quite the statement."
Shinomiya Uzumaki: "Holy crap, this chat group is messing up the entire timeline!"
Hashirama's booming laughter filled the chat.
Senju Hashirama: "HAHAHA! THIS IS GREAT!"
Uchiha Obito: "Well, things just got a lot more interesting…"
The balance of the world had begun to shift.
The future was no longer set in stone.
And for the first time, the night of the Uchiha Massacre…
Might not happen at all.
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