Kakashi lowered his head and stared at his right hand that penetrated Lin's chest.
Lightning Cutter The last blue arc danced along his knuckles twice, then went out completely with a pop.
Warm blood kept gushing out from between the fingers and dripping down the forearm.
The blood smeared out a shocking dark red on the fabric of the cuffs, and then pattered along the muddy trouser legs into the blood puddles on the ground.
His brain was confused for a moment, and his pupils were dilating.
Lin's body was hanging on his forearm with all her weight.
His head hung limply to one side, and he could no longer hear the sound of breathing.
Kakashi feels like he is in an abyss, falling downward every second.
The warmth of Lin's body is still there, but that thing called life is flowing away from this body at a speed invisible to the naked eye.
He wanted to take his hand out.
But as long as you move your fingers a little, the body will slide down uncontrollably.
Kakashi's knees lost the last bit of support.
The whole man, carrying the corpse, fell to his knees in the bloody mud with a splash, and the splash of dark red liquid hit his chin.
Lin's body slid down along with his withdrawn right hand, and the back of her head hit the stone with a muffled sound.
Kakashi stared at his hand.
The five fingers were spread out, and there was blood between the fingers. The lines on the palm were filled with red, a piece of evidence that he could never wash away.
The forearm covered with minced meat and blood was dazzlingly white in the moonlight.
"I..."
The lips are moving and the vocal cords are vibrating.
But the function of the part of the brain that makes up language has completely shut down, and only broken breath sounds are squeezed out of the throat.
This word was bitten into pieces, and the second syllable could no longer be pieced together.
Ten meters away.
Obito lay down in the mud, holding his upper body with his two arms and maintained the whole process without moving.
He has finished reading.
From beginning to end, not a single frame was missed.
Lin turned around.
Lin rushed towards Kakashi's back.
There was a muffled sound when Lin's chest was penetrated by Lightning Cutter.
All burned into the deepest part of his retina.
The kind of pain that was far beyond the breaking of bones went directly along the eye nerves and into the deepest part of the brain.
Then, something exploded in the very center of his soul.
Not anger, not sadness, not despair.
It's something more primitive than all of this.
It is the ultimate nothingness left after existence is torn apart, swallowing up all the light around it.
Obito's eyes shed two lines of blood at the same time.
Tears and blood mixed together and rolled down his muddy cheeks in clusters.
Deep in the eye socket, three Tomoe began to spin crazily.
The rotation speed is getting faster and faster, until the shape of the three Tomoe is completely blurred, turning into a ball of scarlet Uzumaki.
An unreasonable wave of Yin Release Chakra forcibly crushed the original three Tomoe into pieces in a pool of blood, pulling them into strange and curved arcs.
The black pupil in the center of Uzumaki was torn open from the inside by some force.
Tomoe was torn, stretched, and re-welded together during the rotation, and finally pieced together into a complex and strange new pattern.
The blood-red Mangekyō Sharingan blooms in the abyss of despair.
On the tree canopy.
Ye looked at the famous scene below expressionlessly.
By his side, Madara Uchiha had his hands folded across his chest, his black hair slightly fluttering in the night wind, his chin slightly raised, and the corners of his mouth forming a very shallow arc.
That was a satisfactory arc for a veteran director to accept his painstaking masterpiece, and he nodded.
Translated into human language, there are only three words: planning.
And the System Panel in Ye's mind exploded.
[Ding! Soul Breakdown Points from Obito Uchiha, +15000!]
[Ding! Extreme Self-Destruction Points from Kakashi Hatake, +12000!]
At that time, I took a deep breath in my heart.
Good guy.
Twenty-seven thousand.
A White Zetsu acted in a show, and his income directly equaled his total output in a Ninja Academy disgusting Obito week.
bottom.
Obito didn't even know that his eyes had changed shape.
All he could see now was a blood-red patch that made his scalp numb.
He no longer screams, he is still crawling.
He completely ignored the pile of broken and misaligned bones in his lower body.
He relied on his two arms connected only by a layer of flesh to crawl along the muddy ground in the direction of the corpse inch by inch.
The things that could be worn on the fingers had long been worn away, revealing the pale bone stubble underneath, plowing a deep dark red furrow into the mud.
The broken leg bones were stretched out at a weird angle behind him, and the white stubble pierced his trouser legs.
When he finally crawled to Lin's side, he stretched out his right hand and grabbed her three times before he could reach her shoulder.
Trembling, he carefully lifted the lifeless girl from the ground into his arms.
The body temperature belonging to a living person was rapidly being withdrawn from her body.
Lin's head was tilted against his chest, her short brown hair was muddied into strands with blood, her eyes were half-opened, and her pupils had begun to dilate.
Obito buried his face into her neck, which was covered in mud, water and blood, and his whole body began to twitch violently uncontrollably.
Mangekyō Sharingan Bloody tears welled up in her eyes, one after another, hitting Lin's collarbone and dripping down her skin.
Soon, the short brown hair was completely soaked.
"Protect Lin."
This is the line he yelled before setting off, beating his chest.
It all turned out to be a big joke.
Lin didn't even take the enemy's knife, but directly used her own body to hit her companion's ninjutsu.
"I said... there must be another way... I said..."
The voice was broken into pieces.
He hugged the person in his arms tightly, with such force that veins popped out on his forearms.
"It's me who's useless... it's me who didn't protect you..."
Kakashi killed her.
It was clearly this damn Shinobi World who forced a girl who usually felt uncomfortable even stepping on an ant for a long time to die.
Obito raised his head.
The brand new pair of Mangekyo stared at the pale moon.
His lips were trembling and his teeth were chattering.
Scrape a syllable from the deepest part of your throat.
"This world..."
His voice changed.
It is no longer the hoarseness of a young man, but something crawling out of the ruins of the soul, so low that it makes one's spine shiver.
"Is it hell?"
Obito's fingers tightened on Lin's back, and her finger bones creaked.
"The wrong world should not exist in this world."
The pattern of Mangekyo rotates slowly in the moonlight, like two burning balls of blood Uzumaki.
"Something has to change."
His voice became lower and lower, the last murmur of a beast whose backbone had been ripped out before going crazy.
"Even if the entire Shinobi World is smashed to pieces."
[Ding! Shinobi World Rejection Points from Obito Uchiha, +80000!]
On the tree canopy.
Listening to this number at night makes my teeth ache.
Eighty thousand.
This sentence is worth eighty thousand.
Sure enough, Emotion Points provided by Mangekyo is rich.