The view shifted to present-day Kirigakure. Because of Obito and Kabuto's havoc, the place had fallen into chaos.
Obito and Kabuto worked well together. For some reason, after escaping Kirigakure, they had actually turned back, as though something here had drawn them in.
The tentacled monster from before had already been chopped to pieces by some unknown method. The two still sat on the tree stump, while the Kirigakure ninja who had charged them had been reduced to severed limbs and mangled flesh across the ground. Foul-smelling blood dyed the grass red. They had no intention of sparing these people just because they had lost their minds.
Kabuto sat atop a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, indifferently watching the few ninja before him who still retained a trace of reason.
"P-please, don't kill me! It was all that god's idea! Right! I've hated that monster for a long time! Damn it, that bastard was the one controlling us..."
The remaining ninja grew more and more agitated as they spoke. They picked up the weapons scattered on the ground and hacked furiously at the nameless statue fragments strewn about. Only after smashing them into pieces did they spit on the ground in satisfaction, as though they had done something righteous.
Obito said nothing. He glanced at Kabuto, who gave him only a cold look.
"Kill them."
Without another word, Obito acted. He was a villain himself; he did not care what side these people were on. Killing them was enough. Even if they truly wanted to turn over a new leaf now, what did that have to do with him?
Space twisted. The few ninja who still retained their sanity did not even manage a cry before convulsing and collapsing to the ground, becoming headless corpses.
With those