The Obito Conference (Fifth Update)

After expressing his self-awareness, Obito's eyes finally regained their clarity.

Wanting to check his body, Obito lowered his head five seconds later.

Obito then tried walking, sitting, and lying down, and a strange scene unfolded in the Shrine Maiden Palace.

A handsome man, yet possessing a gentle and graceful demeanor, was performing various rigid movements like a short-circuited, mentally challenged robot.

Let's go back in time.

"Impossible! How could you come back!"

In the realm of the mind, the Moryo in the form of Shion shouts in disbelief.

Before him stood a figure resembling Obito, whose face was ever-changing, with completely different faces appearing alternately on Obito's face.

I'm not dead?

What's the meaning?

Why should I die?

Who am I?

Countless questions arose in the mind of the man who resembled Obito.

I'm Shunsuke, Koki, Ono, Shosei, Hideki...

One by one, names and memories appeared in the mind that resembled Obito's figure, accompanied by the constant changes in his face.

Who am I?

The figure began to change again; countless names and memories suddenly appeared, only to vanish just as quickly.

Over and over again.

I keep asking myself who I am, and I keep coming up with the answer.

Then came a series of denials.

The figure stood frozen in place, like a computer that had crashed, pondering who it truly was.

Countless different answers appear, but they are instinctively rejected.

Each soul has its own memories, its own name, and none of them submit to the others, as if they have gone through endless contemplation.

The figure still couldn't identify itself.

Ultimately, he gave up trying to solve this question that was destined to have no answer.

Inside the figure resembling Obito, the endless debate among the souls temporarily ceased.

What are we supposed to do here?

A soul posed a truly soul-searching question.

Unexpectedly, the countless souls who had just been arguing fiercely and even fighting over who they were now giving the same answer.

"Lin!"

"We want to create a world with Lin!"

Countless souls, including the questioner, answered in unison.

Who is Lin?

Another question was raised, but the answers varied.

"I know, it's Rin Nohara!"

"Nonsense, Rin is Konoha Ninja!"

"You're talking nonsense! Rin is medical-nin!"

"Nonsense, Rin is a second-year student at the Ninja Academy!"

"Get out of here, you're clearly in fifth grade!"

"..."

This question was destined to remain unanswered, and arguments and chaos once again spread among countless souls.

A chaotic battle ensued.

No one agreed with the other's answer; everyone thought they were right and others were heretics.

The battle lasted for a long time.

Half of the souls were devoured by the remaining souls, and the chaotic battle gradually came to an end.

A soul aura several times stronger than the souls present rose from this spot, followed by two, three...

Finally, over a thousand powerful auras appeared one after another.

"I said, Rin is medical-nin of Konoha, who disagrees!"

A powerful soul spoke.

"I object! Rin is clearly a student at the Ninja Academy!"

A soul whose aura was not weak but rather slightly stronger immediately countered.

As another chaotic battle was about to begin, an ancient yet equally powerful soul spoke.

"We can't keep arguing like this. Why don't we think about how to create a world with Lin?"

After this question was raised, another round of debate ensued, with neither side willing to concede.

"Collect the Tailed Beast!"

"Bullshit, it's clearly Eye of the Moon Plan!"

"It's Infinite Tsukuyomi, do you even understand?!"

"..."

The endless arguments resurfaced, as if the noise would never end.

The aged soul from before stepped forward once more.

"Gentlemen, why don't we hold a meeting and resolve this issue by voting, with the minority submitting to the majority?"

The arguing souls stopped their quarrel and responded with a cacophony of voices.

"Can."

"No problem."

"I think it's a good idea."

"..."

After a while, all the souls quieted down, and a broken soul, with only half a head and one arm remaining but possessing a powerful aura, spoke.

"Since we're having a meeting, how about we call it the Shunsuke Meeting?"

"I object! It should be called the Koki Conference!"

"I also object, but I think it should be called the Shoma Conference!"

"I object..."

The first item on the agenda immediately descended into endless wrangling, with the majority rule applied, but no majority actually existed.

Fortunately, rules were established, and a chaotic fight broke out.

After an unknown amount of time, a spiky-haired, dazed boy, whose soul seemed about to dissipate, spoke.

"I propose we call it the Obito Conference!"

All the souls fell silent. Who is Obito?

However, the name "Obito Conference" sounds surprisingly good. Okay, let's go with this one.

"I agree!"

"I agree!"

I second that!

The meeting finally passed the first item on the agenda, and some people were wondering which brilliant person had come up with such a wonderful name.

After several inquiries, the spirits revealed the answer.

"It's the soul of a child."

"Yes, I saw it too. It was wearing those incredibly outdated goggles."

"Yes, she looks very weak."

"It wasn't weakness. I was right next to him. He couldn't hold on any longer after he finished speaking, and he vanished!"

Afterwards, all the souls ceased their investigation and began discussing the next topic of the Obito Conference.