Naruto: Satoru Uchiha

Satoru immediately dismissed the name he'd conjured in jest—*Goko Hatake?* 

*What was I even thinking?* he muttered internally. Using such a name against Uchiha Obito, a walking storm of unresolved hatred and blackened memories, was asking for trouble. The man was practically a human powder keg. Any perceived slight, even an indirect one, could set him off.

He adjusted his stance, casually positioning himself between Obito and Itachi Uchiha, who was still catching his breath after narrowly avoiding death. Despite his relaxed demeanor, every muscle in Satoru's body was finely tuned for action.

Obito stood across from him, his black cloak billowing slightly in the breeze, the kunai in his hand glinting ominously. For a moment, Obito simply observed Satoru, his Sharingan spinning lazily.

"Goko, huh?" Obito finally said, his voice cold and detached. "Never heard of you."

Satoru smirked. "Well, I guess I'm just full of surprises."

Obito's gaze sharpened as he studied the girl in front of him. The white hair, the eyepatch, the casual confidence—it all felt uncomfortably familiar. His eyes narrowed further. *No… it couldn't be.*

*She looks like Kakashi,* Obito thought bitterly, his fists clenching under the folds of his cloak. *But that's impossible… isn't it?*

Images of his former comrade flashed in his mind, mingling with his memories of Rin. The thought that Kakashi could have forged new bonds, left the past behind, and found someone else to fight alongside enraged him.

The corners of Obito's mouth twitched beneath his mask as he struggled to suppress his rising fury. "So, Kakashi's made a new little friend, has he?" he sneered, his tone dripping with venom. "How nice."

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Satoru, ever perceptive, noticed the dark shift in Obito's mood and sighed inwardly. *Great, I've accidentally fed the beast. Now he's fully blackened. Just my luck.*

Itachi, meanwhile, had regained some composure. Despite his youth, his two-tomoe Sharingan glinted with determination. He stepped forward, positioning himself protectively in front of the strange girl who had saved him.

"You should leave," Itachi said quietly to Satoru. "This isn't your fight."

Satoru glanced at him, surprised by the maturity in the boy's tone. But before he could respond, Itachi continued. "I won't let anyone else die in front of me."

Itachi's hands formed a series of seals, and his Sharingan locked onto Obito. He unleashed a genjutsu with all the strength his two-tomoe Sharingan could muster.

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Obito chuckled darkly. "A two-tomoe Sharingan? How quaint."

Itachi's illusion shattered as soon as it met Obito's kaleidoscope Sharingan. "Child's play," Obito muttered, brushing off the attack.

But Itachi wasn't done. As Obito's attention wavered for a split second, Itachi launched a volley of shuriken with impeccable precision. The blades spun through the air, glinting with deadly intent.

"Pathetic," Obito scoffed, easily sidestepping the attack. He glanced down at the ground where the shuriken landed, his voice dripping with mockery. "Is this all you've got?"

But Itachi's gaze was fixed on the shuriken embedded in the dirt. "It's not over yet," he muttered under his breath.

The shuriken suddenly exploded, sending a plume of smoke and debris into the air. Itachi watched intently, his heart pounding in his chest. *Did it work?*

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As the smoke cleared, Obito emerged unscathed, his black cloak fluttering ominously. "I told you," he said coldly, his Sharingan glowing menacingly, "the gap between us is insurmountable."

Itachi's shoulders sagged slightly. He had expected this outcome, but seeing the stark difference in their abilities still stung.

Satoru clapped slowly, his sarcastic applause echoing through the clearing. "Wow, so dramatic," he drawled. "You must be fun at parties."

Obito's eyes snapped to Satoru, narrowing dangerously. "You think this is a game?" he asked, his voice low and threatening.

"Oh, I know it's not a game," Satoru replied, straightening his posture. He reached up, adjusting his forehead protector to reveal his pale blue eyes. "But you've underestimated me—and that's not a good thing for you."

Obito paused, his Sharingan spinning as he analyzed the girl in front of him. Something about her aura, her confidence, didn't sit right. *This isn't normal chakra,* he realized. *What is she hiding?*

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Meanwhile, Satoru was silently thanking his body for finally regaining some strength. The earlier exhaustion from his teleportation and yesterday's overexertion had almost left him vulnerable, but now he felt ready to act.

"Alright, Obito," he said, cracking his knuckles. "Let's make this quick. I've got better things to do."

Obito sneered beneath his mask. "I'm not in the mood to play anymore. Let's end this."

Without warning, Obito lunged forward, his kunai aimed directly at Satoru's chest. But just before the blade connected, Satoru vanished, reappearing several feet away in an instant.

"What?" Obito muttered, his eyes widening slightly. "Teleportation… but it's not the Flying Thunder God Technique."

Satoru grinned, her pale blue eyes gleaming. "Not everything revolves around chakra, you know. Some of us are just built different."

Obito's confusion deepened, but he quickly pushed it aside. *No matter what tricks she has, she can't escape forever.*

Satoru shifted into a defensive stance, her movements precise and deliberate. "Let's see if your arrogance can keep up with reality, masked man."

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