On the other side, Mist Village.

As soon as the Fourth Mizukage returned to the village, a patrolling ninja reported the disappearance of the entire Terumi clan.

Under Obito's control, he suppressed the news.

However, this wouldn't stay hidden for long... in two or three days, the villagers would definitely notice the disappearance and demand an explanation.

When that time comes, the official story would be that the Terumi clan defected.

To shift attention, the Fourth Mizukage also spread the news that he had captured the Three Tails and became its Jinchūriki.

The return of the Three Tails to the Mist Village was enough to steal headlines.

It served as both a flex and a power play to stabilize the Fourth Mizukage's rule.

Two days later, White Zetsu brought Obito the update he was waiting for.

"Captain… I found her."

"She's in the Land of Fire."

Without wasting a second, Obito left the base alone.

In the Land of Fire, a group had gathered on a street in a town.

"Click!"

"Yoshi! That's it, Yukie! Perfect expression. We're done!"

In front of the crowd, cameras pointed at the street. Lightboards bounced reflections off painted faces.

"Arigato~."

Little Yukie, with rosy makeup, bowed politely on set.

"Yoshi! We finally wrapped the childhood flashback scene for the heroine. Next, we move to the present-day transition!"

"Yes, Director!"

On a nearby rooftop, Obito stood in the shadows, watching the shoot unfold from a distance.

Man, the tech tree in this world really is on drugs.

They've got cameras, radios, projectors, even computers… but no TV, no gaming consoles. What the hell are they even recording movies for?

It wasn't until Boruto's era that TVs and game consoles became mainstream.

Transportation? Yeah, still stuck in the Dark Ages. Everyone's either on foot, horse-drawn carriages, or carried in wooden boxes like ramen.

Then again, with ninjas zipping around like Sonic on crack, who needs trains?

Obito shook his head. The Land of Snow, though… now that was interesting. They had next-level tech... airships, trains, the whole nine yards.

His eyes fell on the small figure of Yukie on set, still dressed in costume.

"Even if she's just an exiled princess, she's still royalty. She has a legit claim to the Snow Country throne."

"And Kakashi… that idiot actually left her with a passing film crew instead of bringing her back to Konoha?"

What a waste of a perfectly good political puppet.

You control her, you restore her, boom... instant control over the Land of Snow.

Young Kakashi, your politics game is weak.

And that… is exactly what Obito planned to do.

In this world of bloodline worship, the Kazahana family was Snow Country's OG clan.

Their legitimacy ran deep. Even now, that little pink-cheeked runaway had loyalists waiting for her return.

Why overthrow the country with brute force when you could just own the throne behind the scenes?

Let her smile and wave while you run the real shit backstage. Easy money.

As the sun dipped behind the horizon, night crept in.

"Wuuuu~"

A faint sniffle echoed inside a hotel room.

No lights. Just moonlight trickling in through a cracked window.

Under the blanket, a small figure curled up tightly. Shoulders shaking, breathing shallow.

"Yo. Are you crying? Should I come back later?"

The sudden voice made Yukie flinch under the blanket.

Imagine: it's night, and someone's just sitting at your window without you even knowing.

Dressed in intimidating black clothes, spiral mask on, and glowing Sharingan eyes catching the moonlight just right.

That's definitely enough to scare a grown-ass man.

Obito had taken his villain classes seriously… and tonight, his performance was about to be marvellous.

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A beat later, a small head popped out of the blanket. She squinted toward the window.

In the moonlight, a masked figure lounged on the sill, bathed in silver glow. His eyes gleamed crimson, Sharingan swirling like molten rubies.

So vivid, so mesmerizing, they stunned her for a moment.

"…It's so pretty," she whispered unconsciously.

"…What?"

Obito blinked. Was that a compliment?

Wait...was she calling him pretty?

But his handsome face was hidden. Was she talking about the mask?

Although her reaction wasn't what he expected, he clearly underestimated his own Riz.

He self-consciously patted his face.

Damn... even when I break into rooms, girls still find me charming. Must be tough being me...the drip was undeniable.

"Ahem—"

Snapping out of it, Obito cleared his throat and shifted tone.

"So, should I call you Yukie… or Her Royal Highness?"

That title hit hard.

The moment he dropped that title, Yukie recoiled like a cat hearing a vacuum cleaner.

After a pause, she peeked out, voice trembling.

"Y-You… did that bastard Dotō Kazahana send you to arrest me?"

"Dotō Kazahana?" Obito chuckled.

"Please. That loser's not qualified to give me orders. Relax. I'm not from Snow."

Her tiny shoulders loosened a bit.

"…Really?"

"Of course. But…"

His voice darkened playfully.

"I am taking you back to the Land of Snow."

Cue panic.

Her face twisted in horror and she dove under the blanket again.

"YOU ARE HERE TO TAKE ME!"

Her muffled voice was full-blown chaos now.

Obito stared at the quivering burrito of blanket and sighed.

"Okay, let's cut the fluff."

"Your Highness—"

"Don't call me that!!"

The bundle stirred. Then slowly, a messy-haired head emerged again.

"You… really didn't come from Dotō?"

"Nope."

She squinted suspiciously.

"…Then what do you want?"

Obito gave her the gentlest villain smile he could manage behind the mask.

"Simple. I help you kill Dotō Kazahana and avenge your father."

"And you… will become the rightful ruler of Snow."

"And in return… you will bring the Land of Snow under my control.."

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