In an instant.
Uchiha Obito's hand was only a hair's breadth away from Nagato's eyelids! Take it! He had to take it back! This was his last hope, the foundation upon which all his actions and sins were built!
However--
A pure white light appeared silently in the gap between Obito's wrist and Nagato's eye!
It was a small energy ball, only the size of a ping-pong ball, radiating a quiet and pure white light.
It appeared so abruptly that Obito's pupils shrank to pinpoints beneath his mask!
die!
That was a sharp, instinctive alarm originating from the deepest recesses of the soul!
[ Rasengan · Japanese core]
Obito forcibly stopped his grabbing motion and frantically channeled all his chakra into his Mangekyo!
His body, along with his right hand that was about to touch the white sphere, suddenly vanished at the last second, merging into another space.
The small white ball calmly "passed" through his ethereal wrist.
Then, it vanished without a trace.
Clearly, the practitioner has achieved a level of complete control over it.
Obito didn't dare look at Naruto and the Uchiha woman beside him again. Their strength far surpassed his own!
Six Paths of Pain were easily destroyed like toys, and he already understood that he could never be a match for these two.
Without the slightest hesitation, and without even bothering to look at Nagato or Konan's reactions, Obito's mind raced!
"Buzz--!"
The space around him twisted violently, forming a Uzumaki- shaped entrance. His figure was sucked in as if he were being drawn in, instantly disappearing without a trace.
Kamui Dimension.
An eternal, lifeless gray hue, with countless enormous, square stone pillar platforms suspended in the endless void.
"Bang!"
Obito stumbled and fell heavily to one knee on the cold stone surface. The impact made his knee ache, but he was oblivious to it.
"Ha... haa... haa..."
He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving like a bellows, his face beneath the mask contorted with extreme emotional turmoil.
It wasn't just because of the life-or-death situation just now, but also because... my faith collapsed.
"Ugh... Ahhhhhh--!!!"
Unable to suppress his emotions any longer, he suddenly raised his hand and ripped off the orange spiral mask from his face, slamming it to the ground with a sharp "crack!" The mask shattered and rolled into the shadows.
What was revealed was a face that was half grotesque and half normal, yet equally filled with pain, madness, and collapse.
"Ughh...
He threw his head back and let out a roar that was not human, a mixture of despair, anger, resentment, and pain! The sound echoed in the empty, deathly silent Kamui Dimension.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Chakra surged forth wildly, accompanied by rampaging emotions!
Thick, twisted wooden vines and tree trunks, like wildly growing monsters, burst forth from the stone beneath his feet and from the surrounding void!
They spread, entangled, tore, and frantically destroyed everything around them that could be destroyed—the floating stone pillars and platforms were struck and crushed by tremendous force, turning into smaller fragments that drifted in the void.
However, no matter how rampant the Wood Release, no matter how much he roared, no matter how much he destroyed this space that belonged only to him... that chilling, bone-deep sense of collapse welling up from the depths of his soul was like a persistent, incurable disease, impossible to dispel.
Moon Eye Plan... is it a hoax?!
That ultimate plan, instilled in him by Uchiha Madara, which he regarded as the only salvation, for which he was willing to betray everything, slaughter his comrades, start a war, and drag the entire world into the mire... was it all just a deception from beginning to end?!
The Infinite Tsukuyomi... wasn't meant to create a world with Rin... but to turn everyone into White Zetsu... to resurrect that Kaguya Otsutsuki?!
Everything he had given up—his identity and future as " Uchiha Obito "... all the sins he had committed—releasing the Kurama, killing his teacher's wife and countless villagers, manipulating Kirigakure to create the Bloody Mist Village, killing Yahiko, leading Nagato down the path of fanaticism, participating in the capture of the Tailed Beast and causing turmoil...
All this abandonment and sin... what did it all amount to in exchange for?! A pathetic pawn, a tool to pave the way for others?!
"No... it's impossible... I don't believe it...!"
He muttered to himself, his voice hoarse, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his palms, drawing blood. He didn't want to believe it! He absolutely couldn't believe it! If it were true, then the entire meaning of his life would be reduced to utter nothingness and absurdity! More terrifying than death!
But... the evidence is too obvious.
Black Zetsu... that two-faced guy who had always been by his side, giving him advice... slipped away silently before Naruto even started telling his story!
His aura vanished completely, leaving no trace even to him. Just moments ago, when he couldn't contain himself and wanted to rush out to seize the Samsara Rinnegan, Black Zetsu had been earnestly dissuading him, saying things like "the situation is unclear" and "we should consider things further"...
And then there are the White Zetsu... those enormous, seemingly endless white monsters created from the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path... They were actually humans transformed by the Infinite Tsukuyomi a thousand years ago?!
The "tools" and "intelligence sources" that I have been using and manipulating are, in essence, countless pathetic victims whose humanity and future have been stripped away by Kaguya?!
If my " Moon Eye Plan " succeeds... will all living people, including myself, become those mindless, thoughtless White Zetsu, completely at the mercy of others?!
"Ha... haa... haa..."
Obito gasped for breath, the intense emotional shock making his vision blur. The information that " Menma " was actually Uzumaki Naruto didn't stir any emotion in him at this moment; he didn't care who the other person was at all.
The reason he rushed out to snatch the Rinnegan without thinking was because he had only one last obsession left, which kept him from going completely insane on the spot.
The Rebirth Technique.
Using the power of the Rinnegan, revive Rin.
Even if the Moon Eye is fake, even if the world is destroyed, even if everything is meaningless... at least, at least we must bring Lin back!
This was his last pillar of support, the only thing he still wanted to cling to in this absurd and dark world! With the Rinnegan, he could use that technique... he could...
But...
What if the path you chose from the very beginning was wrong?
What if all the choices I made as "Obito Uchiha," starting from the moment that boulder crushed half my body and I witnessed Rin's death at Kakashi's hands, were stepping into a carefully woven trap?
Obito slowly knelt down, his hands bracing against the cold stone surface, his head bowed low.
A thought he had never dared to ponder, one that had been obscured by his obsession and hatred, quietly surfaced in his chaotic mind.
if...
If only...
I didn't choose to go with "Spot"...
They did not accept the " Moon Eye " theory...
Without wearing this mask, concealing his identity...
Instead... return to Konoha...
The moment this hypothetical thought arose, it was like a red-hot iron, branding his already numb soul with a suffocating pain.
He suddenly raised his head, his bloodshot right eye wide open, staring at the eternal, despairing gray void of the Kamui Dimension, but no sound could come out of his throat.
Only silent screams and a heart that is completely collapsing.
"Found you, you inferior creature."
Suddenly, a chilling voice rang in my ears.
--who?!
Obito's hair stood on end, and he whirled around.
A figure slowly walked through the crack into this absolutely private domain that should have belonged only to Uchiha Obito.
With blond hair and Minato Namikaze, inheriting the handsome features of the " Golden Flash." However, it was his eyes that truly stood out.
The left eye is a familiar, consistent deep blue.
But the right eye—that eye—presented a completely different, unsettling form: a pitch-black background, like the night sky, and flowing in the center of that darkness were brilliant and mysterious golden pupil patterns.