"We will never do as you say!"
Nagato fell into thought. The other party had offered him a wonderfully beautiful vision, but a familiar figure stepped in front of him, shielding him as though in protection. Yahiko looked seriously at Obito, who was posing as Uchiha Madara, and replied.
"You want to use us, don't you? Including Nagato's Rinnegan. I don't know who you really are. Even if you truly are Uchiha Madara, everything you said is far too perfect! The world is reality, not a dream. Understanding your enemy's pain and shedding tears for it as well—that is what comes closest to the essence of this world!"
Yahiko's words surprised Obito, and he asked in return, "Shedding tears for it as well? Do you mean revenge?!"
Yahiko's gaze grew even firmer as he explained in a low voice, "No! Not that. Mutual understanding, truly opening our hearts to one another, setting aside our prejudices and facing problems in the most rational way possible!"
"Heh heh! What you're talking about is what's truly beautiful! Such a thing simply does not exist in this world!"
Obito chuckled. Dreams were beautiful, but to him, they were as lifeless as ever. He did not need dreams, and neither did this world. No one needed something so hollow. And the person before him seemed to be someone this world did not need either.
"We're leaving! Konan, Nagato, this man isn't worthy of our trust. Don't come near us again! Whatever your purpose may be!"
After shooting Obito a cold glance and leaving behind those harsh words, Yahiko turned and left. As Nagato brushed past Obito, Obito spoke to him in a low voice.
"I'll wait here at the same time every day, until you truly make the right choice, Nagato! One day, you'll understand!"