Obito lay on the ground, his eyes unfocused. The pain in his heart was far worse than the pain in his cheek.
"Get out of here. You can't let them discover who you are."
Zetsu, who had been hiding beneath the ground the whole time, was so furious that half of his head popped up from the earth.
Zetsu's words brought Obito around a little. He glanced one last time at Rin, standing beside Kakashi, then activated Kamui.
Centered on Obito's eye, the space around him warped and twisted as it was drawn inward.
Sakumo tried to stop him, raising his hand and hurling the Ninja Blade he held.
The Ninja Blade whistled through the air. Just as it neared Obito, space twisted around them, and both vanished from where they stood.
Rin watched the spot where Obito had disappeared and furrowed her brows. She remembered the complicated yet somehow familiar look in his eyes when she had knocked him away, and the glimpse of his face beneath the mask when she had cracked it.
A powerful sense of familiarity washed over Rin again. A daring guess—and a name that filled her with both joy and worry—surfaced in her mind.
Obito, a friend who had died before her eyes. Every memory of him was steeped in sorrow. She had looked after him since they were children and thought of him as a younger brother.
"Kakashi!" Rin turned to him, her anxious expression mingled with hope. "Kakashi, I... I think that mysterious person just now might have been..."
Kakashi looked at Rin and asked with concern, "Who?"
"Maybe it was Obito." Rin clasped her hands in front of her as if praying and spoke uncertainly.
"Obito?" Kakashi's eyes widened. His right hand instinctively rose to touch the eye Obito had given