Obito slowly opened his eyes. He had just endured a long and terrifying nightmare.
When he fully regained consciousness, everyone could see that his originally clear and bright eyes were now filled with scarlet blood vessels, as if blazing with raging fury.
His body trembled slightly, as though he were still trapped in the horrifying scenes brought about by the Genjutsu and unable to break free.
His mental state had already reached the brink of collapse, as if even the slightest breeze could knock him down completely.
His face was as pale as paper, and cold sweat kept seeping from his forehead before trickling down his cheeks. Even his lips had lost their color, appearing especially dry and shriveled.
He stood there blankly like a statue, his eyes staring straight into the distance. His gaze was hollow and bewildered, as if the light of life had vanished from them, leaving behind nothing but a soulless shell.
"So it was... Genjutsu!"
He forced the words out through clenched teeth, each one carrying deep hatred and unwillingness to accept defeat.
Those originally dull, lifeless eyes suddenly erupted with blazing fury, glaring viciously at everyone before him.
"You... don't you think what you did was going too far?"
His voice trembled, filled with endless anger and pain. In that endless cycle of reincarnation, he had personally watched his beloved Grandma and Rin suffer inhuman torment time and time again.
Those spine-chilling scenes kept flashing through his mind like nightmares, impossible to drive away.
However, he had long since become numb to the various pains his body endured and showed no trace of fear.
What could truly shatter his mental defenses and drive him to complete collapse was precisely that indescribable spiritual agony originating from the depths of his soul.
That pain was like