"Such a boring answer, just like this boring time." Mito let out a soft sigh, her interest suddenly waning.
"How much longer do we have to live these boring days?" Mito asked quietly.
"It's almost time. The path was chosen long ago; all that remains is the right moment. I will personally bring the farce known as shinobi to an end. This broken world will eventually become a pure land... in my world!"
Shin spoke softly, and the Three Tomoe Sharingan appeared in his eyes for the first time in a long while, sinister and ghostly. He raised his head and looked toward the battle about to begin on the bridge.
Naruto Uzumaki and Sasuke's still-youthful faces reflected in his eyes, yet it was as if he had seen, across the Long River of time, the faces of two others.
That year, by the riverbank, the three of them had skipped stones to the opposite shore...
Shin suddenly sighed, feeling somewhat uninterested in the coming battle. In the end, it was merely children's play—at least, compared to what they had gone through back then.
On the bridge, battle was on the verge of breaking out. Kakashi's Sharingan stared unblinking at Zabuza, guarding against a sudden attack that could come at any moment.
But Zabuza had no intention of making a move yet. He merely sneered. "Haku, go deal with those two annoying brats. They should make decent toys."
"Yes." The masked youth answered quietly, his voice calm, like an emotionless puppet.
"Here he comes!" Sasuke's gaze sharpened in an instant, and his grip around the Kunai tightened involuntarily. This was his first time traveling to another country, and also his first time fighting shinobi from another village in a battle of life and death. During his brief clash with Zabuza