Chapter 66 – The True Name Leaked
"If you've got nothing to hide, why are you running?"
Yahiko's hand clamped down like iron pincers on Tobi's shoulder, fingers digging into the black cloak that now looked almost comical.
Tobi—the scarred boy whose real face only they knew—felt his pupils shrink to pinpricks behind the mask.
Cold sweat slid down his temples, quickly soaking the sponge lining inside the mask.
I'm screwed!
At that instant, Obito's mind screamed nothing but that single thought, alarms blaring at full volume.
He wasn't afraid of his identity being exposed; these freaks had already seen his face. What terrified him was the absolute taboo hidden in his mind—he had once orchestrated a scheme to force Nagato's Awakening, using others' blades to kill Kyusuke and several other Akatsuki comrades.
If that truth came out… Yahiko wouldn't need to lift a finger; Nagato, who valued companions above life itself, would tear him to shreds on the spot.
Even if the Ten-Tails plan collapsed, even if he lost Akatsuki as a pawn, he absolutely could not be "registered" here today!
"Senior, you love joking; I just really need to pee…"
While spouting this nonsense to shift attention, Obito's right Mangekyo spun wildly.
Kamui, activate!
Space began to warp; spiral ripples spread outward from his right eye. In half a second he could hurl himself into the other dimension and escape that damned hand.
"Still acting?"
Watching the twisting space, Yahiko curled a mocking smile that saw through everything.
Behind him, the red-and-white, savage-faced Stand—King Crimson—materialized.
Rules were rewritten in that instant.
King Crimson: Time Deletion.
Color drained from the world, leaving only red-and-black negatives.
The process of Obito's Ninjutsu was forcibly edited out. Amid frozen shards of time, Yahiko strolled leisurely; golden Adamantine Sealing Chains shot out like spirit serpents, and the moment time resumed they yanked Obito bodily out of the half-phantom space!
Time flowed again.
"Wh—?!"
Obito's vision flickered; the expected dive into the other dimension never happened.
Instead, trussed like a dumpling in golden chains, he was dragged right in front of Konan.
"Kamui… interrupted? Impossible!"
Obito's heart surged with shock. Kamui needed almost no hand seals—what kind of monster could sever causality in that instant?
"Konan."
Yahiko gave Obito no time to ponder life.
"Do it; don't keep our 'Tobi' waiting."
"Yes."
Konan stepped forward expressionlessly; her Stand Heaven's Door, wearing a clear bowler hat, floated to Obito.
"No! Get away! Don't touch me!!!"
Obito shrieked, naked terror in his voice. He frantically channeled Chakra to break the Seal, but Uzumaki Adamantine Chains aren't easily broken.
Heaven's Door raised a hand and tapped the orange swirl mask.
Whoosh—!
Under Obito's despairing gaze, his proud mask—and the skin, muscle, bone beneath—flipped open like pages.
No gore, only layers of paper densely covered with every dark deed of his life.
"Aaaaah—!!!"
No pain, but this was Soul-level streaking! The shame of forced exposure made him howl like a beast.
If his body couldn't move, he'd fight with Mental Energy!
Mangekyo Sharingan, hold fast!
That page—about Kyusuke's death—must never be seen!
Obito's mental defenses blazed, locking down that darkest memory.
"Hm?"
Konan frowned.
The "human book" trembled violently; a thick sheaf of pages was black as ink, sticky and unreadable.
"Strong mental resistance," she said, skimming the legible pages. "He's protecting a specific memory; I can't see details of that incident—it's sealed tight."
Crimson light flickered in Yahiko's eyes as Epitaph scanned the future.
Forcing the read under such pressure could fry Obito's brain. A useful pawn wasted now would be a shame.
He only needed a handle.
"Read what you can," Yahiko said calmly.
Konan nodded, her pen flying over the clear lower pages. Surprise flashed in her eyes.
"Can't see the crimes, but the basic info is crystal clear…"
She read the bottom lines aloud—cool, clipped, each word a slap to Obito's face:
"Uchiha Obito."
"Dead-last Disciple of Fourth Hokage Minato Namikaze."
"Deeply loves teammate Rin. Hates the world after witnessing Rin's death; longs to create a dream world where she exists."
Every word made Obito's body convulse.
Total social death!
Worse than dying—this was public execution!
He'd played the deep, cold philosopher in Akatsuki, spouting "this hopeless world," "false reality," like a savior above the Mortal World.
And now?
Strip off the underwear—turns out he's the ultimate simp!
The Infinite Tsukuyomi, the "salvation of all," boiled down to missing his girlfriend!
Motivational social death—Obito wanted Kamui to suck him in and evaporate on the spot.
"Enough; like the others, just confirm he won't betray us."
Konan nodded and wrote the final settings.
Yahiko let go.
Clack.
Heaven's Door vanished; Obito's face snapped shut, restored.
He slumped like mud, gasping, drenched in cold sweat. The orange mask askew revealed half a scarred, bloodless face.
Fortune… though dignity lay in shards and his face was swollen, he'd kept his life.
The core secret—his engineered murder of Kyusuke—had become black pages thanks to his desperate resistance.
As long as Nagato never knew, he remained useful—and alive.
Obito struggled up, fumbling to straighten the mask, clawing for any shred of dignity.
"Hmph… since you've seen enough, our cooperation…"
Hoarse, trembling, he tried to brush off the disgrace.
"Of course it continues."
"A mouthful-of-lofty-ideals romantic, but your blade is still sharp."
Yahiko didn't even glance back as he walked to the door.
"Don't work so hard at acting from now on."
As they passed, Yahiko paused, turned his head, and murmured in a tone dripping mockery:
Obito
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