[Starting in Naruto with a Daily Login System] Chapter 30

Kunai whistled through the mist, cutting through the air with deadly precision. I deflected one with my own blade, the metallic clang echoing through the fog.

Obito reacted instantly, his Sharingan spinning as he weaved between attacks, intercepting another kunai aimed for Minato.

And Minato? He was just gone. One second he was there, the next—nothing.

A blur of yellow flickered through the mist, and then—

Thud.

The unmistakable sound of a body hitting the ground.

Another flash—another enemy down.

Yeah. The enemy really should’ve reconsidered kidnapping our teammate.

“Where’s Rin?!” Obito barked, his voice sharp, cutting through the mist like a blade.

There was no answer. Just more attacks.

It was a bad sign.

They weren’t trying to negotiate. They weren’t trying to bait us.

They were stalling.

Which meant we were already behind.

I clenched my jaw, my mind racing. Think.

Then I felt it—not just chakra, but intent. The ebb and flow of movement in the mist, the patterns in the chaos. Seamless Sublimity refined my instincts to the absolute peak, sharpening every sense until they fit together like a perfect puzzle.

And there—farther back—was Rin.

Her chakra flickered, weak but steady.

“She’s close,” I said, already moving. “I’ll clear the way.”

I didn’t wait for a response.

Lightning crackled around my hand as I lunged forward, slicing through the mist like a bolt of electricity.

Two enemies ahead. They barely had time to react before I was on them. My Lightning Fury cut through the first one’s blade like it was nothing, the force sending him crashing into a tree.

The second tried to retreat—too late. A kunai left my fingers and found its mark.

“Obito! With me!”

He didn’t hesitate.

Together, we cut a path forward, every move precise, every attack deliberate.

We weren’t losing her.

Not now.

Not ever.

The mist was thick, curling through the battlefield like ghostly fingers, but it didn’t matter.

I could feel everything.

Not through sight—through raw instinct, through experience, through the perfect clarity of a body and mind honed to their absolute peak.

The enemy was scrambling, trying to reposition, trying to slow us down.

It wasn’t going to work.

Because I wasn’t holding back.

I moved—faster than thought, faster than sight.

Lightning roared at my fingertips as I struck. Lightning Fury. The air cracked, and three shinobi dropped before they even realized they were dead.

Beside me, Obito was barely keeping up, but his Sharingan was spinning wildly, evolving before my eyes. His two tomoe bled into three, locking onto the enemy with newfound clarity.

“Hah—! I see them!” Obito panted, his voice shaking with adrenaline.

Good. He needed it.

Because I was going through them like a storm.

One enemy lunged at me from the mist—too slow. I twisted, caught his wrist mid-strike, and snapped it in one fluid motion. His scream barely had time to escape before I struck his temple with my elbow, knocking him out instantly.

Another came at me from behind. I didn’t even turn—just thrust my hand backward, sending a concentrated blast of lightning through his chest. He collapsed, smoking.

Obito swore under his breath. “This is ridiculous.”

“Keep up,” I shot back, already moving to the next target.

Minato flickered into view ahead of us, his kunai slicing through another enemy.

I surged forward again, lightning crackling across my body like a living storm. The mist was meaningless. My eyes saw through it. Their attempts to hide, to strike from the shadows, were laughable.

Two more tried to flank me.

I caught one by the throat mid-attack and slammed him into the ground. The other hesitated for half a second too long.

That was all I needed.

I closed the distance and struck with a single, precise hit—sending him flying into a tree.

Obito’s chakra flared wildly as he pushed ahead, Sharingan blazing. “I can see her chakra now—Rin’s close!”

I exhaled.

The battle was done.

The mist was thinning, bodies scattered around us. None of them were getting back up.

Minato had already flickered away to secure the perimeter, leaving just me and Obito standing in the aftermath.

Obito was still panting, his Sharingan spinning wildly, newly awakened into its three-tomoe form. His grip on his kunai was tight, his knuckles white. His body trembled slightly, but it wasn’t fear—it was power.

I glanced at him. “Feeling good?”

Obito blinked, still adjusting to the flood of new visual information. “I—I can see everything,” he muttered. He looked at his hands like they belonged to someone else. “Their movements… their chakra… ”

I hummed. My instincts were also on a completely different level. I could sense the tiniest fluctuations in chakra, the way their muscles tensed before an attack, the flicker of hesitation before a dodge.

Still, this was his moment. I wasn’t about to ruin it.

“Looks like you’re finally catching up,” I teased.

Obito scoffed, though a grin was fighting its way onto his face. “You wish. I’m gonna surpass you and Sensei—you just wait.”

I snorted. “Right. But first, let’s go get Rin before she rescues herself and makes us look bad.”

Obito paled. “Oh crap—let’s go!”

I sighed, already moving. “You’re the one wasting time talking.”

We moved through the trees, fast. Seamless Sublimity refined every motion, keeping our path clear—every obstacle anticipated, every enemy marked before they could react. Obito, now seeing the world sharper than ever, kept up without stumbling for once.

Then, finally—

Rin.

She was bound against a post, bruised but very much alive. Her chakra was stable—good. I was almost disappointed she hadn’t already broken out and started punching people.

Her captors noticed us immediately, but it was too late.

Obito didn’t hesitate. He blurred forward, faster than I’d ever seen before, and drove his kunai straight into the nearest enemy. He wasn’t fumbling this time—he was precise.

I handled the rest.

Lightning crackled, and in the blink of an eye, the last of the enemy forces collapsed, their bodies twitching from the aftershocks of my jutsu.

And just like that, it was over.

Obito was already at Rin’s side, slicing through the ropes with shaking hands. “Rin! Are you okay?”

She smiled at him, soft and relieved. “I knew you’d come.”

Something flickered in Obito’s face—raw, intense, real.

I stepped back, giving them space.

Mission accomplished.

…But my mind was somewhere else.

I wasn’t supposed to be here.

In the original timeline, Rin was supposed to be taken, Obito was supposed to awaken his Mangekyō after my death, and Madara’s plan was supposed to move forward.

None of that had happened.

Instead, we had happened.

Obito’s Sharingan had evolved, but for a completely different reason. Rin was safe. And Madara…

Mission accomplished.

…But my mind was somewhere else.

I wasn’t supposed to be here.

In the original timeline, Rin was supposed to die. By my hand.

I was supposed to impale her, Obito was supposed to witness it, and in his grief and rage, he was supposed to awaken his Mangekyō. That was the trigger. That was the moment Madara had planned for—the moment that would break Obito and chain him to the darkness.

None of that had happened.

Instead, we had happened.

Obito’s Sharingan had evolved, but not from despair. Rin was still alive. The script had been torn apart, and now… now I had no idea what came next.

And that was the problem.

What was the point of kidnapping Rin now?

Obito was here. He wasn’t buried under a mountain, left alone in the dark to be manipulated. He wasn’t being molded into the villain Madara wanted. And if that was the case… what was the next move?

If taking Rin had been about breaking Obito, then what did they want now?

I didn’t like that question.

Because the answer meant there was still something—someone—Madara could use.