A Strange New Life || Isekai'd Reader To Naruto World

Crimson Chains

[Third Person's POV]

The cold air of the hideout bit at (Y/n)’s skin as she slowly sat up from the stone cot she had been confined to. Her muscles ached, her chakra felt sluggish, but the fire inside her still burned. She had been trapped here for what felt like days, though time was meaningless in the dimly lit space. The only thing she was certain of was that she needed to get out.

She scanned the room carefully, taking in every detail. There were no visible exits besides the heavy iron door that remained locked at all times. A single dim lantern flickered in the corner, casting eerie shadows along the walls. The air smelled of damp earth and something faintly metallic—blood.

(Y/n) exhaled slowly, closing her eyes for a moment. She had been conserving her strength, pretending to be weaker than she actually was. Any sign of resistance would only make Obito more cautious, and she needed him to lower his guard.

She stretched her fingers, feeling the slight tingle of her chakra slowly circulating through her body again. It wasn’t at full capacity yet, but it was enough. Enough to do something when the time came.

The sound of approaching footsteps made her tense. She quickly returned to her slouched position, feigning exhaustion just as the iron door creaked open.

Obito stepped in, his single eye gleaming beneath the mask. “Good, you’re awake,” he said smoothly. “It’s time we had a talk.”

(Y/n) didn’t reply. She just clenched her fists under the blanket, bracing herself for whatever manipulation he had planned next.

(Y/n) sat motionless as Obito took slow, deliberate steps into the room, the door creaking shut behind him. His chakra was calm, unreadable, yet suffocatingly oppressive.

“You’ve been quiet,” he mused, stopping just a few feet away. “I expected more resistance from you.”

(Y/n) kept her face neutral, her eyes lowered as if she were still recovering. She refused to give him the satisfaction of a response.

Obito sighed, as if disappointed. “You’re wasting your energy with defiance. You’re intelligent—you must realize by now that you’re not leaving this place on your own.”

(Y/n) exhaled through her nose, lips curling slightly. “That’s what you think.”

His single eye narrowed. “You don’t seem to understand the situation you’re in.”

He moved swiftly, crouching in front of her, forcing her to meet his gaze. “You are valuable, (Y/n). More than you realize. Your bloodline is special, and your Sharingan—” He tilted his head. “is proof that fate has placed you where you belong.”

(Y/n)’s fists clenched. “Fate?” she spat, her voice dripping with venom. “You talk about fate like it’s a gift. Like it hasn’t ruined lives.”

Obito chuckled darkly. “Oh, but it has. And it will continue to.”

He stood, pacing leisurely. “You’ve spent your whole life fighting for people who take you for granted. Konoha” he sneered, “They used Itachi, forced him to slaughter his own family, and then they let Danzo hunt you down like an animal. Do you think they would have protected you?”

(Y/n)’s breathing hitched.

Obito’s voice was calm, yet suffocating. “They didn’t even realize you were missing until it was too late.”

(Y/n) gritted her teeth. She knew what he was doing, trying to plant doubt, to twist her emotions into something he could mold. But the seed of pain was already there, deep-rooted and festering.