The body in his hands gradually turned cold. Obito slowly laid it down, as though the empty shell in his hands was not the dear friend he had long admired, the one who had constantly encouraged and supported him.
"No, this isn't Rin. This isn't Kakashi. Kakashi is a genius, a genius who can be entrusted with promises and protect his friends."
"What exists here isn't Rin. She should have lived happily. Tell me how to sever the chain of hatred!"
The icy look in his eyes sent chills through White Zetsu's entire body. This ominous chakra was incredibly similar to Madara's in his youth. Before White Zetsu could speak, strands of pitch-black matter clung to him.
"That brat, Uchiha Hanazuki, has found the Graveyard Mountains. Obito, I am the embodiment of Uchiha Madara's will. As for how to sever the chain of hatred, let's talk as we walk. We're going to Base No. 2."
War raged and smoke filled the air. Beneath the pale red moon, Obito, who had fallen from one extreme into another, followed Black Zetsu into the darkness.
His figure was illusory and hazy, as if he had never existed. The Mangekyō in his eyes slowly spun, reflecting the red moon.
No one knew how much time had passed before Kakashi awoke from his coma. The strange pattern in his right eye had once again reverted to three tomoe.
"Rin? Why? Rin!"
After a while, Hyuga Yun, who had gone to seek help, returned. Baiyun Zaojian, covered in wounds, was being carried on a medical ninja's back. Seeing this scene, they fell silent.
"Sorry, we came too late."
"No. It was Rin's will. She was willing to sacrifice herself to protect the village and us. It isn't your fault. It isn't anyone's fault. It's my responsibility.