Elsewhere...
Obito, his mask already shattered, looked at the dejected Kakashi with lowered eyes and spoke coldly.
"What's with that look, Kakashi?"
Across from him, Kakashi had been breaking out in a cold sweat ever since he saw the Masked Man's true face.
He knew that face all too well.
The boy who had once fought beside him and argued with him now stood before him with a coldness he had never seen before.
He opened his mouth, his voice strained.
"Aren't you going to curse me?"
Obito closed his eyes briefly, as though suppressing something-or reaffirming his resolve.
"What good would cursing you do in this worthless reality? This worthless world will be gone soon enough anyway."
His tone was calm, without hatred or anger, only the weariness of someone who had long since made his decision.
Naruto stood ahead and to Kakashi's left. He could clearly see that something was wrong with Kakashi. Though he did not know why the face beneath the mask had shaken him so badly, the situation did not allow him to lose focus.
"Hey, Kakashi-sensei, I don't know what happened between you two, but now isn't the time to get depressed."
Jiraiya also stepped forward, resting his only remaining hand on Kakashi's shoulder and lowering his voice.
"Naruto's right. Now isn't the time to get depressed."
He paused, then added another remark.
"Once this war is over, you can mope all you want. I can even write you some extra chapters then."
At the words "extra chapters," a crack finally appeared in Obito's expression.
His gaze shifted from Jiraiya to Kakashi, undisguised contempt appearing on his scarred face.
Just as I thought-a closet pervert...
Despite his words, Jiraiya's mind was racing.
During the fight, he had clearly seen Kakashi use Kamui to warp