"Ugh... ugh..."
Wrapped in White Zetsu, the Masked Man gasped for breath. Since his right eyeball had been completely gouged out, leaving only a bloody, mangled socket, he had no choice but to break off the upper half of his mask and expose his only remaining eye.
But it was only an ordinary Three-Tomoe Sharingan.
"What's going on?!"
"Why is someone else inside Kamui Space?!"
"Could it be...!"
A stabbing pain welled up from deep inside his mind, pouring out of the dark hollow of his right eye socket. But the Masked Man's empty heart wasn't consumed by pain. Instead, an overwhelming sense of defeat relentlessly scourged his broken spirit.
In the dim, blood-red scene, a brown-haired girl seemed to slowly materialize in midair. She had dark brown eyes and purple markings on both cheeks. She gazed at the Masked Man with the same gentleness as ever, a warm smile on her playful face.
Rin...
I'll create a world where you exist...
Suddenly, when Obito looked closely at the scene before him, he realized there was no girl in the air. There was only a deep, pitch-black darkness on the horizon, rising from the edge of the world as if intent on devouring the entire sky!
Is that... hell?
No...
After I lost Rin, this world had already become a pitch-black hell!
This world is nothing but ashes...
There isn't the slightest hope...
I'll turn this whole world upside down!
Rin!
Just to... set your reflection right...
So I absolutely cannot die here!
"Ugh! Ugh!"
The Masked Man, his eye exposed, gasped dramatically for breath. His heart pounded like a war drum, thundering in his chest.
After activating Kamui, it was the first time the Masked Man had smelled the reek of hell. His emotions were surging violently, like a