Get Up and Walk If You're Not Sick

Obito lay facedown in the mud pit, his head swiveling back and forth like a rattle drum between the dead Rin in his arms and the living Rin by the tree.

One, two, three... a full nine times!

Each time he turned, his newly awakened Mangekyo twitched violently along with him.

Bloody tears streamed down like a broken faucet, too fast to wipe away.

On the left, dead as could be.

On the right, still breathing.

What the hell was going on?!

By the ninth turn, his expression had completely blanked out.

His mouth hung half-open. The Mangekyo in his sockets still spun futilely, but both pupils had completely lost focus.

It was like an old junk computer receiving the commands "format hard drive" and "cancel formatting" at the same time.

After its CPU burned itself smoking, it decisively chose to blue-screen and crash.

Kakashi was no better off.

He knelt in the muddy water, his right hand trembling wildly in midair.

This trembling had nothing to do with being cold. It was pure mental collapse.

Just moments ago, he had genuinely pierced a "person's" chest, and more importantly, that person had been one of his closest friends.

The resistance of snapping ribs and the sensation of blood gushing out had been welded into his palm.

He clutched his right wrist hard, desperately trying to press his entire arm into the mud.

Just then, White Zetsu's Chakra finally ran out.

The fingertips of the corpse in Obito's arms began to turn white.

Not the ghastly pallor of a dead person, but literally paper-white!

It was as though someone were using a huge eraser to wipe away the original drawing, starting from the fingers.

The once-delicate skin turned into coarse plant fibers.

Short brown hair fell away in clumps, and within