Even Sasori could not help feeling annoyed as he looked at the arrogant "Uchiha Ganghuo."
He had no memory whatsoever of the experiences the man before him had described.
"It seems you have nothing to say. Give up your childish antics. Before these eyes, your little tricks are laughable."
"Uchiha Ganghuo" looked down at Sasori and raised a hand. The three puppets slowly creeping up from the side vanished instantly. At the sight, Sasori lost all will to resist.
Not out of fear, but because... it was pointless.
From the moment he had carried that cup of tea into the Kazekage's Office, Sasori had given up on life completely. Death? He did not fear it. He had even wanted to end his own life more than once.
It was just...
I can't accept this... In the end, I still couldn't avenge you.
"Father... Moth-"
Crack!
Seeing Sasori stand motionless, having given up, Obito Uchiha, who was pressed for time, could not be bothered to waste any more time with him. He raised his hand and clenched it. A spatial rift instantly appeared at Sasori's chest and swallowed his core. As the core disappeared, the words murmuring from Sasori's mouth stopped as well.
"You even called me Father just to stay alive. Puppet brat, I despise you."
With that, Obito Uchiha vanished from the spot, and the underground base was instantly annihilated by space and buried beneath Huangsha.
The Dream World.
Heaven and earth were grayish white, without sun, moon, or stars. Beneath his feet lay soft, flowing soil of mist.
Distorted, blurry human figures stood clustered in the distance, silent and still.
Rivers flowed backward and upward, tree branches plunged upside down into the clouds, and all the scenery was hazy and unreal.
The air was stagnant and oppressive.