After Danzo left with Root, the originally noisy battlefield gradually became quiet.
At some point, it started to rain heavily.
The rain washed the ground, diluting the blood stains in the soil little by little, and the rocks and trees torn apart by the ninjutsu were also shrouded in the rain.
The Forehead Protector left behind by Naruto is still lying in the same place.
Raindrops kept hitting the metal sheet and sliding to both sides along the Konoha logo.
Not far away, Chiya slowly walked out from behind a big tree.
In fact, he had already arrived.
When Danzo ordered Root to arrest Naruto, Chiya was here. When Naruto took off Forehead Protector and announced that he was leaving Konoha, he also saw it.
Only this time, he didn't intervene.
That was the choice Naruto made himself.
Chiya walked to Forehead Protector and looked down, but did not bend down to pick it up.
The ground behind him suddenly moved.
Black Zetsu slowly emerged from the soil, with half of its body still hidden underground. It looked around and then set its sights on the Forehead Protector.
"Nine-Tails left Konoha."
Chiya looked at Forehead Protector on the ground and was silent for a while.
"It's okay to leave."
"That village never really had room for him."
Black Zetsu has not rated Naruto's selection.
To it, it doesn't matter whether Naruto stays in Konoha or becomes a traitor. What really matters is always Nine-Tails in Naruto.
"What about you?"
Chiya turned his head.
Black Zetsu is looking at him.
"What are you going to do next?"
Chiya did not answer immediately.
Black Zetsu saw that he didn't speak, so he said again.
"I really don't understand, why do you have to save Nine-Tails?"
"In order to save him, I even went to war with Pain. Now that he has survived, Ke Xiao did not get Nine-Tails, and her mother also lost the chance to regain her strength."
"Because he is my friend."
Black Zetsu stared at him for a long time.
"So, you are ready to let the whole world die with your friend?"
Chiya's body stiffened.
The rain kept sliding down his face, but he didn't seem to feel it and just stood there in a daze.
The scene of Sakushiki tearing apart space appeared in his mind again.
The man stood in the air and just raised his hand to block all the surrounding space. Flying Thunder God could not be activated, Mangekyo Sharingan was useless, and even the attack he tried with all his strength failed to touch the opponent.
It was just a clone.
Finally, it was Kaguya who stood in front of him.
Chiya The picture in front of him changed accordingly.
In the spiritual space, Kaguya sat at the familiar table, holding her chin with her hand, looking quietly into the distance. She told herself that she must leave this world and find her true identity.
Later, her figure became increasingly faint.
Chiya wanted to catch her, but in the end nothing was left.
When he entered the mental space again, it was already empty. The place where Kaguya once sat, the familiar table, and everything they had been together with were as quiet as a dream they had woken up from.
Chiya's breathing gradually became disordered.
He suddenly grasped his left hand and locked his fingers into his palm.
He held the diamond-shaped mark in his hand, but no matter how hard he tried, there was no response.
Kaguya is gone.
She went back alone to look for her true form, and faced those Ōtsutsuki Clan who were chasing her alone. She had clearly promised her that she would become strong enough and would find her, but in the end she still kept hesitating in this world.
He wants to save Naruto, and he also wants to save those Jinchuriki.
He doesn't want to see anyone become a victim, let alone push innocent people into Demonic Statue of the Outer Path for something that hasn't happened yet.
But what if the true body of Sakushiki comes?
What if what appears next time is no longer a clone with incomplete power?
At that time, what should Kaguya do?
Who in this world can stop them?
Chiya clenched harder and harder, his nails scratched his palms, and blood mixed with rainwater flowed out from between his fingers.
He lowered his head and his shoulders were shaking slightly.
The images of Jiraiya dying, the image of Naruto taking off Forehead Protector, and the last figure of Kaguya remaining in his memory were constantly intertwined in his mind.
He always wants to protect everyone.
But in the end, he didn't really protect anyone.
Chiya, what on earth are you doing?
After a long time, he let go of his left hand.
The palm of the hand has been pricked by nails, and blood is slowly flowing down the diamond-shaped mark.
Chiya looked down at it, the struggle in his eyes disappearing little by little.
He couldn't wait any longer.
We can no longer expect Five Great Nations to put down their hatred for each other, let alone pin Kaguya's life on the possibility of the world uniting itself.
Chiya raised his head and looked at the sky covered by dark clouds.
"Dispersed power can't protect anything."
His voice was a little hoarse.
"Tailed Beasts were assigned to different villages, and Five Great Nations were on guard against each other. Everyone held on to the part of their strength, thinking that they could survive this way."
"But when Sakushiki appeared, they didn't even have the qualifications to resist."
The rain kept hitting his face and slid down his cheeks.
After a long time, he lowered his head.
He raised his hand and pulled up his hood, hiding his face in the shadows.
"I want to concentrate all the power into my own hands."
Black Zetsu didn't speak, and his body went up Chiya's right leg and slowly sank into his cuff.
Chiya held his left hand that was still bleeding, and disappeared in the rain.
The waves crashed against the shore over and over again.
Sasuke sat alone on the reef, his eyes closed tightly, and the cold and wet sea breeze blew his hair.
"He accepted the order from Konoha."
"The only condition is to keep you."
Those words are still echoing in my ears.
Sasuke's hands on his knees slowly tightened, and his nails dug into his palms.
On the night of the genocide, Itachi stood under the moonlight, with the scarlet Sharingan looking at him coldly.
"Hate me, Sasuke."
The screen suddenly changed.
Itachi fell on the blood-stained ground, his chest no longer rising and falling. But he still raised his hand, and his index and middle fingers slowly approached Sasuke's forehead.
In the end it was just a little bit off.
His arm lost strength and fell heavily.
Sasuke raised his right hand, stretched out two fingers, and stopped in front of his forehead.
When I was a child, I followed Itachi closely, pestering him over and over again to practice Shuriken.
"Brother, practice with me for a while longer."
Itachi turned around and reached out to touch his forehead.
"Forgive me, Sasuke, next time."
Sasuke's finger finally fell and touched his forehead.
His lips were pursed tightly and his eyes never opened. After a moment, a tear slipped from the corner of his eye, followed by another.
The sea breeze is getting stronger and stronger.
The tide surged up onto the rocks and hit Sasuke with a loud bang. The cold seawater hit him head-on, soaking his clothes and hair.
Sasuke opened his eyes suddenly.
The original three Tomoe have disappeared.
In the scarlet eyes, a brand new black pattern suddenly appeared.
Mangekyō Sharingan!
Sasuke looked at the sea in the distance, tears mixed with sea water and rolled down his cheeks.
"Brother, you protected Konoha with your own life."
"But they're not worth it."
He stood up from the rock, and the Mangekyo Sharingan in his eyes slowly turned.
"Those who hide behind the name of the village and Hokage are not qualified to decide who should be sacrificed."
"From now on, I will never leave it to anyone to judge what is good or evil."
Sasuke turned around.
"I will decide who is guilty."
"Konoha owes Uchiha Clan, I will take it back with my own hands."