Let us turn back time a little. The fuse that ignited our war, the utterly phoenix-like Obito—he was, of course... not dead yet.
This was not to say that Obito Uchiha had any protagonist's plot armor. In truth, relying on his own strength alone, he had been utterly powerless to turn the situation around.
Without his Intangibility ability, he had lost the capital he had always relied on. What he had lost was not merely his Sharingan, but also the Uchiha Clan bloodline within his body.
Calling the current Obito an ordinary man would not have been an exaggeration. Though he could still use ninjutsu, there was no need for it now. He no longer served any purpose.
The Sharingan had lost its power, and he felt as though his world had gone completely dark. He could not see his surroundings, nor could he use any of the Sharingan's abilities. He had always relied on the Sharingan to fight and survive. Now that its power had faded, he once again recognized his own weakness.
To be honest, even now, he did not quite understand why Moriyue had been so furious. He had merely killed a Two-Tails, yet that brat had directly sacrificed every Sharingan on his body. That kid... was even crazier than he was.
"Was it... to protect the Two-Tails Jinchuriki...? Forget it..."
The rubble around him gradually blurred his vision, while dust blocked his sight. He seemed to remember something. Those blind eyes of his seemed to see something as well, but that person would never appear again.
Amid the chaotic dust, countless rocks and clumps of earth mixed together, burying everything. Darkness enveloped the entire cave, bringing with it a suffocating heaviness.
A few seconds later, the dust slowly began to disperse, revealing a miserable sight. The