Konoha I am Uchiha

"Is this really good? Obito..."

In the dark underground space, the half-dark and half-white Jue said in a joking voice: "Those are your relatives!"

At the same time, another deep voice sounded: "Don't be stupid, everything can be sacrificed for the Eye of the Moon Project."

Next to them was a man wearing a black robe and a swirling mask on his face. A Mangekyō Sharingan emitted a strange light, and the heretic demon behind him added to the gloomy atmosphere.

After the Nine-Tails Rebellion in Konoha, Obito retreated here.

Although he relied on the attack to severely damage Konoha and indirectly killed the Fourth Generation Hokage and the Nine-Tailed Jinchuuriki, he himself was not feeling well.

Although the first-generation cells provided strong vitality, taking a single spiral pill still caused considerable damage to Obito. If he were an ordinary person, he would have died long ago due to ruptured internal organs.

The cells that Obito transplanted at the beginning were still very fragile. If the Mangekyo Sharingan hadn't been turned on, which made his broken body more closely combined with the first-generation cells, he wouldn't be able to be so alive. Afterwards, Bai Zetsu took advantage of the chaos in Konoha to bring back Obito's left hand that was broken there.

At this time, there was another problem in Kirigakure Village.

Uchiha Madara used the pupil technique to control the third generation Mizukage of Kirigakure Village. Over the years, the elimination of ninjas has been strengthened in Kirigakure's already strict system, making Kirigakure's reputation as the land of blood and mist very popular.

After Madara's death, Obito inherited his control over the Mizukage. But now that this guy is old, the sequelae of the Blood Mist Land have begun to take effect, and everyone below has begun to covet the throne of Mizukage.

It's time to start selecting the next Mizukage.

After a trip to the Kingdom of Water, Obito had just returned, waiting for the back-up plan he had arranged in Kirigakure to take effect. Bai Zetsu, who had previously been ordered to go to Konoha to find out information about the Uchiha clan, also arrived just in time.

At this time, Konoha was suppressed on the battlefield and Kumogakure was retreating steadily, and the two sides were about to cease fighting. At this juncture, Konoha cannot just recover from the war, otherwise the Eye of the Moon plan will suffer further setbacks.

"It doesn't matter..." Obito said indifferently: "In this hell, their bodies will die. But their souls will find eternal happiness and joy in the infinite moon reading."

"Okay, whatever you like!" Jue shrugged.

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At this time, Hiirago knew nothing about this. He was discussing some issues in practice with Itachi. The three people in Jianye were standing around, chattering and playing, but the two of them paid no attention to them.

"If you run chakra like this, it is indeed possible to save part of the time for performing the technique." What they were discussing was a chakra operation method proposed by Hiiragi that saves the time for performing the substitute technique.

Hiiragi has been reciting books to the point of becoming bald recently, and he occasionally thinks about other things to relax his brain.

"But the price is to waste a lot of chakra. You see..." Itachi has to calculate the amount of chakra he has every day. The shadow clone can't leave more or less. He is very skilled at these calculations now.

Hiiragi listened and felt that he benefited a lot. When I had nothing to do, I simply thought about saving time, so that I could prepare for a counterattack more easily. It turned out that Itachi could see the shortcomings at a glance, but he didn't know that the amount of chakra was also the key to the victory of both parties?

It seems that every ninjutsu that has been passed down to this day has passed the test of time. Especially for this simple but frequently used ninjutsu, various combinations have been optimized countless times, and it cannot be improved so easily.

I still have a long way to go!

Just as Hiirago and Itachi were having a heated discussion, a discordant voice came from the side: "Hey! The first grader over there!"

Hiirago and Itachi turned around and saw a fat boy from a senior year, followed by four or five followers.

Seeing that they were coming with bad intentions, Itachi stood up and went to greet them.

cut! here we go again.

Hiirago felt disdainful in his heart, because the little fat boy was once scolded by Itachi for touching porcelain. Now, so many people are called to surround and beat him up, which is the standard template for villains being slapped in the face in traditional scripts.

"This is a matter between us. I advise you not to interfere!"

The little fat man raised his chin arrogantly at Hiirago and Maano, and the followers behind him laughed.

"Itachi-kun...this guy..." The three of them were a little timid, but some of them were not timid. After patting the dust off his butt, Hiirago stood up and came to Itachi's side: "Spare me, you poor performance."

Rolling his eyes at the person next to him, he knew that Itachi was in the shadow clone state at this time. In order not to be exposed, Hiirago had to step in and take care of this group of people as soon as possible.

Itachi also knew this was a problem and smiled apologetically at Hiiragi.

Then the two quickly rushed to the opposite camp.

Unexpectedly, these two first-year students dared to attack. The little fat man and his group obviously did not react.

The two of them divided the work with just one look. Itachi went to deal with the fat man, while Hiiragi blocked the rest. Of course, it would be better if he dealt with it.

After studying medical ninjutsu for so long, Hiiragi's understanding of the human body far exceeds that of these students who have not yet graduated. If you want to make people lose their combat effectiveness as soon as possible without causing them to be disabled, you can only make them faint.

When the tall and thin man didn't react, Hiiragi turned around and came behind him, and pointed the knife to hit the acupuncture point on the back of his neck. After working as Dr. Asami's assistant for several months, Hiirago has a good grasp of strength.

The tall and thin man rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.

The few remaining people seemed to be shocked and hesitated for a while.

"Don't worry, this man just fainted. Are you sure you still want to cause trouble for us?" Hiiragi didn't want to make the matter too big, and he didn't want to expose too much of his strength.

"Come on! What are you afraid of? He doesn't dare to kill anyone!" The little fat man was staggered by Itachi's fists and feet, but he still managed to block it.

I have to say that although this guy is shameless, he still has the capital to be the boss. Although Itachi had poor chakra and weak fist strength due to his shadow clone, his physical agility had been trained by Fugaku and Shisui, and was definitely far superior to these students.

Being able to block Itachi's fist, this little fat guy still has some strength.

Perhaps after receiving the encouragement, several of the followers became bolder and rushed towards Hiiragi one by one.

"Tsk, are you trying to make a fool of yourself?" Hiiragi frowned, his strength was not yet to the point where he could conquer ten levels with one force. Two fists are hard to beat with four hands, not to mention that the opponents are prepared ninjas who have undergone simple training?

After avoiding the punch coming towards his face, Hiirago felt keenly that someone behind him stretched his leg to trip him.

Skillfully avoiding an iron bridge, Hiirago put his hands on the ground and kicked his legs on the stomachs of the two people opposite him, leaving two figures kneeling on the ground retching.

It’s good to be young! It doesn't take any effort on the waist. Hiirago sighed and pounced on the last person.

After all, the boss on the opposite side was no match for Itachi. After being caught and stumbled by the flaw in his lower body, Itachi twisted his arms and folded them back. The little fat man let out a cry like a slaughtering pig.

"Stop it!" Only then did I hear the teacher's belated roar.