[Starting in Naruto with a Daily Login System] Chapter 16 One Eye Down, Two Enemies Left

Obito was already moving, fists clenched so tightly his nails dug into his palms. His Sharingan spun wildly, both tomoe clear and sharp in his eyes.


Wait.

Two tomoe?

I almost did a double take.

That wasn’t right.

Obito was supposed to awaken his Sharingan here—yeah, sure. But he was only supposed to unlock one tomoe at first, not two.

So what changed?

I grit my teeth. Was it me?

I had pushed them harder in training, forced them to improve faster than they were supposed to. The sparring matches, the drills, the extra lessons on perception, endurance, and tactics. Had all of that made him stronger than the original timeline?

If that was the case, what else was different?

Would this change things?

Could I—

"Kakashi!"

Obito’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

I turned to him. His fists were still clenched, but he wasn’t shaking anymore. His Sharingan was locked onto me, as if waiting for my response.

I sighed. No time to think about this now.

"Alright," I muttered. "Let's go save Rin."

Minato gave me a sharp look. "Kakashi, you’re leading this."

I blinked. "Me?"

Minato nodded. "I need to disable the traps first. You and Obito go ahead. I’ll catch up."

Obito was already moving. "Then let’s go!"

I clicked my tongue but followed. No point in arguing.

Besides


I had a really bad feeling about this.

The cave was damp, dark, and smelled like mildew. The kind of place that screamed evil villain hideout—or at least low-budget thug hideout.

Rin was tied up at the center, looking bruised but mostly okay. Obito exhaled in relief the moment he saw her.

Too soon.

A flicker in the shadows—then pain exploded in my face.

I staggered back, hand flying up to my left eye. What—

Blood.

Lots of it.

Something warm and wet dripped down my cheek, and my vision swam. I could still see, but only out of one eye. The other? Useless. Just a mess of pain and darkness.

Laughter echoed from the darkness. "That was easy."

Obito froze. "Kakashi!"

"Tch—I'm fine," I hissed through my teeth. Lie. Huge lie. I was not fine. Losing an eye hurt like hell.

Iwa Ninja #2’s voice slithered through the cave. "You're fast, but you're not used to fighting blind spots, are you? You're not a real Sharingan user."

I gritted my teeth, kunai raised, but he was right. My depth perception was shot, and he was moving too fast for me to track properly.

Iwa Ninja #1, the one Obito had already fought, lay dead a few feet away. Obito’s first real kill. He was still breathing hard from it, but he didn’t have time to process. Because the second ninja was still alive.

But Obito?

The moment his Sharingan spun, something changed.

A second tomoe flickered into existence in his right eye, his expression shifting from panic to something colder.

"You hurt my friend," Obito muttered.

Iwa Ninja #2 laughed. "And I'll do worse."

No, he wouldn’t.

Because in the next instant, Obito saw him.

His Sharingan locked onto the shimmer of movement, predicting his path. The moment the Iwa ninja tried to attack again, Obito moved faster—way faster than before.

A kunai, a single strike—slash!

The Iwa jonin barely had time to react before Obito’s blade buried itself deep in his gut.

The enemy gasped, eyes wide. "You—"

He didn't finish his sentence. He fell.

Just like that, Obito had won.

I pressed a hand against the empty socket where my left eye used to be. The pain was sharp, hot, but distant—like my body hadn’t fully processed it yet. Blood trickled down my cheek, but I ignored it. No time for that.

Obito and Rin were still here. Still alive. That’s what mattered.

I exhaled sharply and forced a smirk, even though it wasn’t funny. "Great. Now I get to rock the one-eyed look. Lucky me."

Rin gasped. "Kakashi! Y-Your eye—"

"Yeah, I noticed," I muttered, trying not to sound as exhausted as I felt. My head was throbbing, my vision lopsided, and the adrenaline was wearing off fast.

Obito clenched his fists, his Sharingan spinning furiously. But it wasn’t just the single tomoe he had awakened before. No, now it had two tomoe in each eye.

I frowned slightly. That wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. Originally, he had only unlocked a single tomoe at this point. But maybe all that extra training—the hellish drills I’d forced him through, the near-death fights we barely scraped through—had pushed him further.

This Obito was ahead of schedule.

And after today?

He was only going to get stronger.

The battlefield was quiet again, at least for now. The Iwa ninja were down. Taiseki—or whatever his name was—was dead. But somehow, I didn’t feel like celebrating.

I had lost an eye.

Obito had awakened something new.

And the war wasn’t over yet.

Rin’s hands trembled as she pressed a clean bandage against the side of my face. I sat still, letting her work, though the sting of antiseptic made my remaining eye twitch.

"Hold still, Kakashi," she murmured, voice tight with worry.

"Not my fault you’re pouring half a bottle of antiseptic into my skull," I muttered.

She huffed, but I caught the way her fingers hesitated, how she kept glancing at my face like she was barely holding herself together.

Obito stood nearby, fists clenched at his sides, his newly evolved Sharingan still spinning. He hadn’t said much since the fight ended, just kept staring at the dead Iwa-nin like he was committing every detail to memory.

I wanted to say something. Maybe joke about how he finally looked like a real Uchiha now. But the words didn’t come.

Then, in a blur of yellow, Minato-sensei arrived.

Of course, now he showed up.

It was funny—Minato-sensei was the fastest shinobi in Konoha. Maybe even the fastest in the entire world. But no matter how absurdly, impossibly quick he was, he always seemed to show up late.

It wasn’t his fault, not really. He probably didn’t mean to be late.

But still. Every time, without fail, it felt like he only ever arrived after we had already been through hell. Like some kind of unspoken rule of the universe wouldn’t let him teleport in before we got battered, bloodied, and traumatized.

His eyes swept over the battlefield in an instant, assessing everything—Rin kneeling beside me, my bloodied bandages, the bodies littering the ground, and Obito standing there, his Sharingan burning like embers.

His expression didn’t change, but I could tell. He knew something had shifted.

"Kakashi," he said, kneeling in front of me. His voice was calm, steady. "Are you alright?"

I shrugged, which was probably not the right reaction to losing an eye. "I’ve been better."

Minato’s lips pressed into a thin line, but he didn’t scold me. Instead, he placed a hand on my shoulder, warm and grounding.

"You did well," he said quietly.

I swallowed. I wasn’t sure if that was true. But I nodded anyway.

Minato’s gaze flickered to Obito, taking in his Sharingan. "And you
" He studied him carefully. "You awakened it further."

Obito inhaled sharply, as if realizing it for the first time. His red eyes widened slightly, like he hadn’t even noticed the extra tomoe until now.

"...Yeah," he said, voice oddly quiet.

Minato smiled, but it was tinged with something softer—pride, maybe, but also concern. "Good. But don’t let it consume you."

Obito stiffened at that, but didn’t argue.

Minato turned his focus back to me. "Can you still move?"

I rolled my one working eye. "I’m not dying, sensei."

He gave me a look that screamed humor me.

With an exaggerated sigh, I pushed myself to my feet. My balance wobbled for a second, but I adjusted. The world looked different with only one eye—flatter, slightly off—but I could manage.

Minato nodded approvingly. "Then we move. We’ve wasted enough time here."

No argument there.

As we left the battlefield behind, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had changed—not just in me, but in all of us.

And for some reason, it didn’t feel like a good thing.