Had a lifetime of scheming amounted to nothing after all?
With Kamui and Hashirama cells at his disposal, Obito Uchiha had once believed that even if his hands were drenched in blood, it would all be worth it as long as he could create his ideal world.
But now, he realized that even after willingly sinking into depravity, an insurmountable gulf still separated him from certain people.
The kunai Obito had just drawn slipped weakly from his hand and fell to the ground. Izanagi was about to expire, too.
For Obito now, perhaps death would be a release.
No, I can't let it end like this! Rin! I have to create a perfect shinobi world!
Just as Sasuke's Yata Mirror was about to slam into him, Obito, who had already resigned himself to death, used the last of his chakra to activate Kamui.
Although Obito ultimately chose to flee, Sasuke's Yata Mirror shattered space itself. At the very last instant of his escape, his Izanagi ended as well, and part of Sasuke's attack still struck him.
"Blergh!"
Having barely managed to escape back into his Kamui Dimension, Obito vomited blood. His chakra was nearly depleted, and a third of his body had been pulverized, but fortunately, he was still alive!
Clinging to his last breath, Obito teleported himself to the Mountainous Cemetery.
Now, only White Zetsu could save his life by filling in the missing parts of his body again.
"I can see your trip didn't go smoothly."
When Obito returned to the base at the Mountainous Cemetery, only Edo Madara was there waiting for him.
"Hah... hah... Madara Uchiha..."
With his chakra exhausted, Obito lay helplessly on the ground. As he looked at the pair of Sharingan gazing down at him, his emotions were impossibly tangled.
When he had