"Later, Obito's hands were stained with the blood of countless people!"
"The Nine-Tails' Attack, the clan massacre conspiracy, the Akatsuki's rampage-countless people were killed or wounded!"
"His sins were monstrous. No matter how tragic his past was, it couldn't wash away his crimes. He deserved to die a thousand times over!"
Discussion swept through the shinobi world. Some felt sympathy, some loathed the darkness and evil, and others lamented the injustice of fate.
Kakashi stood silently, his eyes fixed on the three bright, cheerful figures in the Sky Screen. His face was deathly pale, his whole body cold and trembling slightly, his eyes roiling with overwhelming anger, pain, and helplessness.
Memories of the past, his youthful days, the bonds forged at one another's side, and the friends he had lost exploded through his mind, scene after scene.
He had once shut himself away, but Obito and Rin had warmed him little by little, saved him little by little, and drawn him out of the abyss.
It was Obito's clumsy passion that had taught him what it meant to be a comrade.
It was Rin's gentle acceptance that had taught him what kindness meant.
Those two were the people he cherished most in his life, the people he owed the most, and the people who mattered most to him.
Yet only today had he finally learned the whole truth-from the moment they met as children, someone had already plotted out their fates!
From their time together to their growth and eventual deaths, everything, from beginning to end, had been part of Black Zetsu and Madara's schemes!
Their lives had never belonged to them. They were merely pawns on someone else's chessboard, manipulated at will!
Kakashi's chest heaved violently, his eyes bloodshot, with nowhere to vent the fury filling his heart.
"Obito...