Kakashi regretted it as the enemy steadily forced them into a hopeless situation. They should not have taken such a risk and put all their teammates in danger.
He gripped his chakra blade tightly. It was a weapon Hatake Sakumo had specially forged for him.
A streak of blood marked Obito's face. He needed to carve out a path of survival for his companions. Gritting his teeth, his face twisted with ferocity as he said:
"Now I'll show you what the Uchiha Clan's strength really is!"
He used the Body Flicker Technique to rush behind them. That brief distraction had indeed created a good opportunity.
Unfortunately, they had still underestimated the number of Iwagakure shinobi. Quite a few had been scared witless by Uchiha Yū. They chose to bully the weaker group instead, hoping to salvage the last shred of their pitiful self-respect.
His sneak attack only partially succeeded before he was struck and fell back to the ground. Left with no choice, they could only flee into the cave.
Uchiha Yū stood quietly in the distance, his Sharingan watching the activity below. Beside him stood a black-and-white monster. Black Zetsu wore a mocking smile as he voiced the secret in Yū's heart:
"I originally guessed that you cared about the Uchiha Clan, but I never expected that, in your hands, the Uchiha Clan would be nothing more than slightly valuable chess pieces. Watching your clansmen fall into danger, you still think only of your own interests. You have always been one of us. That is why you can become a top-tier powerhouse—because the strong have no ridiculous pity."
Black Zetsu played the role of Uchiha Madara's dark side, and his words carried a lecturing tone. Interrupting him, Uchiha Yū's gaze turned icy.
"Crack, crack, crack!"
His left hand shot