Crack--
When he saw the face he had longed for day and night appear inside the bracelet for only a fleeting moment, Obito was overcome by an uncontrollable surge of excitement and pain.
He widened his eyes and stared fixedly at the image in the bracelet, desperately comparing that deeply engraved face in his mind with the face in the image.
Obito's body trembled slightly. He tried to restrain his emotions, but in the end, he still could not withstand the surging tide of feeling.
The Chakra gathered on his mask began to fluctuate uncontrollably, like waves in a storm.
Suddenly, a crisp cracking sound rang out, and the mask on Obito's face instantly shattered into countless fragments.
The fragments danced through the air, while behind the mask, half of his hideous face emerged with them.
That face was filled with pain, fury, and despair, a stark contrast to the mysterious image previously hidden beneath the mask.
Obito's gaze became exceptionally vicious. The corners of his mouth twisted upward, revealing a hideous smile.
His fingers clenched tightly into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms as blood seeped from his fingertips.
"You... you people have gone too far!!"
"You... you Empire ninjas have no sense of propriety!"
"You... when... when did I fall under a Genjutsu?!"
Rin was the forbidden taboo in his heart, and Grandma came second.
Now that both of them had appeared before him, how could he accept it?
He looked at Obito and Setsuna in disbelief. He could not understand when his identity had been exposed.
But when he saw the disbelief on the other two men's faces, especially Obito, who had already begun trembling all over, he grew even more puzzled.
Could this Genjutsu be targeting the innermost desires of the person affected?
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