"Why... why did you do this?" Kakashi dragged his weak, uncooperative legs and knelt halfway in the mud. His trembling hands pressed desperately into the muddy ground as filthy water soaked through his sleeves. Tears mixed with the icy rain streaming down his uncovered face. In a voice on the verge of collapse, he questioned the battered body before him. He was convinced that Obito had orchestrated everything from behind the scenes—releasing the Nine-Tails and even causing the death of their teacher, Minato. His cries had turned his throat hoarse, and his lips would not stop trembling.
Obito, lying in a charred mud pit, let out a few wheezing, bellows-like chuckles. He did not answer Kakashi's accusations. Instead, he nervously grabbed at the black mud beneath him, his nails packed with rotten sludge and dried black blood. His knuckles had gone deathly pale from gripping too hard. He spat out a large mouthful of thick, bloody foam and wiped the corner of his mouth. In that Mangekyō Sharingan gleamed bone-deep coldness and disgust. "What did I do? Kakashi, even if I die, it'll be because you Leaf Village hypocrites forced me down this path, cough cough."
"Enough, enough. You're about to die, and you're still putting on a show here, hm." Deidara squatted atop a pile of rubble beside Yoru and spat disdainfully. With both hands in his coat pockets, Yoru gave the two former friends an indifferent glance. His cool, clean face showed no expression. "Do Leaf Village people always like to cry and whine like little girls about bonds and villages when they're about to die?" He took out a pale violet crystal scroll from his robes.
"Yoru, what are you..." Minato stepped forward, confusion appearing on his tightly drawn handsome face. Before he could finish, Yoru released