Obito's body gradually grew cold in his hands. He slowly laid her down, as though the empty shell in his grasp was not the dear friend he had loved for so long, the one who had always encouraged and supported him.
"No, this isn't Rin. This isn't Kakashi. Kakashi is a genius—a genius who can be entrusted with promises, a genius who protects his friends."
"What exists here isn't Rin. She should live happily. Tell me—how can the chain of hatred be severed?!"
The coldness in his eyes sent a chill through White Zetsu's entire body. This ominous chakra was extremely similar to Madara's in his youth. Before White Zetsu could speak, strands of pitch-black matter wrapped around him.
"That brat, Uchiha Huayue, has found Mountain Graveyard. Obito, I am the embodiment of Uchiha Madara's will. As for how to sever the chain of hatred, let's talk as we walk. We're heading to Base Two."
War raged, and smoke filled the air. Beneath the pale Crimson Moon, Obito, having fallen from one extreme into another, followed Black Zetsu into the darkness.
His figure was illusory and hazy, as if he had never existed. The Mangekyō in his eyes slowly turned, reflecting the Crimson Moon.
No one knew how much time had passed before Kakashi awoke from his coma. The strange pattern in his right eye had once more reverted to Three Tomoe.
"Rin? Why? Rin!"
A while later, Hyuga Yun returned from seeking help. Shirakumo Hayama, covered in wounds, was carried on the back of a medical ninja. They looked upon the scene in silent grief.
"Sorry, we came too late."
"No. It was Rin's will. She was willing to sacrifice herself to protect the village and us. It isn't your fault. It isn't anyone's fault. It's my responsibility. Everything