Yotsuki Sora's violent actions enraged the Konoha ninja present, yet they could only dare to be angry and not speak.
Yotsuki Sora's strength and terror had sunk deep into everyone's hearts. Nearly everyone who had set foot on the battlefield understood what kind of terrifying monster he was.
On top of that, Konoha had already surrendered to Kumogakure.
As the defeated nation, no matter how excessive Yotsuki Sora's actions were, they were considered justified.
The strong should ruthlessly humiliate the weak!
Besides, it was only a Sharingan. In Konoha's terms of surrender to Kumogakure, even the Uchiha bloodline had been handed over.
What did a single Sharingan amount to?
Moreover, Yotsuki Sora's words had indeed awakened them.
That man—he possessed both Wood Release and the Sharingan!
Heavy rain poured down as countless gazes fell upon that pale figure.
The Wood Release wielded by Hashirama Senju, the God of Shinobi who had once pacified the chaotic era, and the Sharingan of Madara Uchiha, the Shinobi World's Asura, had actually gathered within one person.
Such a thing was simply unheard of.
The Sharingan was still understandable.
After all, the Uchiha clan still existed. The Sharingan in that man's eyes was unusual, perhaps because some mutation had occurred after he transplanted them.
But Wood Release had vanished decades ago!
Countless eyes were fixed on that twisted, pale figure, but Obito's gaze rested only on Nohara Rin's broken, miserable body.
Minato Namikaze's strike had been fatal, and after falling from such a height, Rin was now drenched in blood, a mangled blur.
The goddess the lovesick boy had longed for, the source of the faith that had sustained him day after day within that stone cave, the bright and lovely face of the girl in his memories—all gradually overlapped with, then merged into, the