Crybaby Obito

A sharp, piercing pain suddenly rose in Obito's heart. The pain was indescribable, as if countless sharp needles were piercing his heart at the same time, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

His hand unconsciously pressed against his chest, his brows furrowed, his face instantly turned ashen, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

His eyes widened in shock and pain, and tears welled up in his eyes without him realizing it, sliding down his cheeks and splashing onto the soil at his feet, turning into tiny water droplets.

Obito raised his hand in bewilderment and gently touched the wet cheek. His fingertips touched the cool tears, cold yet carrying the warmth of body heat.

He stared blankly at the teardrops, his heart filled with a mixture of pain and doubt, like a fog.

He couldn't understand why such a deep sorrow welled up in his heart when he called out Koki's name.

This emotion sent shivers down his spine, for he had never experienced such intense emotional turmoil before.

An ominous premonition swirled in his mind, as if something precious was silently slipping through his fingers.

His eyes were vacant, as if his soul had lost its dwelling place.

Obito's mind was in a state of confusion. He didn't know what he was thinking about, nor what his next move should be. The only thing he was clear about was that he had to find Koki and confirm that he was alright.

This thought burned like a raging fire in his chest, driving him to seek the answer, to seek the person he could never forget.

Obito's heart pounded like a wild horse, struggling in confusion and helplessness.

His gaze was drawn to the distant scenery, like a drowning person clutching a straw.

There, the trees, like fragile reeds, were mercilessly broken, leaving deep marks on the earth, telling the story of the brutality of a fierce battle.

Broken leaves and broken branches littered the ground, creating a chaotic and cruel scene.

A question flashed through Obito's mind: he hadn't seen this scene when he passed by earlier.

Could it be that a thrilling battle took place here while he was away?

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately sped towards the ravaged area, his pace quickening and his heart pounding.

He was eager to find out what had happened.

As he approached the battlefield, his gaze swept across the surroundings like a sharp sword, leaving no possible clue unchecked.

The footprints on the ground, the damaged environment, and the lingering shockwaves in the air all tell the story of that thrilling battle.

A keen sense of smell detected a faint scent of blood in the air, a scent that sent chills down one's spine.

The strong smell of blood made him quicken his pace involuntarily.

He stepped through the last row of trees onto the battle-ravaged land, and the sight before him left him breathless with shock.

A masked man draped in a wide cloak stood in a contorted and unnatural posture, holding a sharp knife with its tip deeply embedded in his abdomen.

Blood gushed from the wound like a burst dam, staining the ground crimson.

The masked man's eyes were filled with confusion and disbelief. His lips trembled slightly as he whispered, "Why...?"

His voice revealed deep doubt and resentment, and his body began to sway precariously.

Beside the masked man, Koki sat helplessly on the ground, her face as pale as paper, her clothes stained with blood, making it impossible to distinguish which blood was enemy's and which was her own.

His gaze was weary, yet carried a hint of serene relief.

In this tranquil forest, Obito's gaze remained fixed on Koki's pale face, a surge of indescribable pain welling up in his heart.

Seeing Koki's haggard appearance, Obito as if his heart was being pierced by countless sharp needles, the pain unbearable, and he was on the verge of collapse.

His legs began to tremble, as if they had lost their support and were about to collapse.

However, Obito struggled to suppress his grief, knowing that this was not the time to break down.

He rushed toward Koki, his steps heavy as lead, each one incredibly difficult.

Tears involuntarily slid down from the corners of my eyes, dripping down my cheeks and finally splashing onto the soil.

"Koki! Koki!" Obito's cries, filled with sorrow and trembling, echoed through the forest.

He knelt on one knee, facing Koki, knowing that moving him could be fatal, so he simply used his trembling hands to gently stroke Koki's cheek.

Obito's cries echoed through the forest, a heart-wrenching sound as if his heart had been mercilessly torn apart, and even breathing had become a luxury.

Koki's consciousness gradually faded, and he felt life slipping away from him.

But through his heavy eyelids, he struggled to focus on Obito's tear-streaked face.

A deep sense of helplessness welled up inside him, but despite his poor health, he tried his best to make his voice sound calm and relaxed.

He spoke slowly, his voice so weak it was almost inaudible, trying to comfort Obito: "Don't cry, Obito-nii. Look closely, this isn't my blood. I'm alright."

Koki's words were gentle and warm, like a soft breeze that dispelled the gloom in Obito's heart and gradually calmed his sobs.

Obito stared at Koki eyes, as if he wanted to etch his image into his heart forever.

"You're lying... You must be in a lot of pain, right?" Obito tears.

Obito slowly raised his tear-stained hands, gently wiping away the tears from his face with his sleeves, as if unwilling to let Koki see the vulnerability deep within his heart. Then, he carefully examined his surroundings.

Undoubtedly, most of the bloodstains on the floor came from the masked adversary, while Koki's clothes, though stained with blood, had no obvious wounds.

This scene gradually calmed Obito's heartbeat and slightly relieved his tension.

Koki's lips curled up slightly, revealing a pale yet warm smile, as if to tell Obito that he was still safe and sound and there was no need to worry.

However, the excessive physical exertion and Chakra left Koki's body extremely tired. He breathed slowly, trying to draw on the subtle energy from the air to recover his strength and last longer.

Obito, Obito immediately and carefully lifted up Koki with both hands, allowing him to comfortably lean against his arms.

But at this moment, Obito's tears once again welled up uncontrollably, like a river bursting its banks, impossible to hold back.

"Why are you crying again?" Koki weakly raised her hand and gently wiped away Obito's tears.

Obito bit his lip, trying to control his emotions, but seeing Koki like this, he couldn't control himself and his heart was filled with pain.

The masked man's body swayed like a candle flickering in the wind, his breathing rapid and weak.

Even as the flame of his life was about to be extinguished, he stubbornly maintained his upright posture.

Through the narrow gap in the mask, his gaze was like a cheetah locking onto its prey, fixed on Koki, as if trying to find a trace of the answer in the depths of his eyes.

With his last remaining strength, he slowly uttered words, his voice broken and fragmented like shattered ice, yet filled with endless regret. "When... exactly did you cast Genjutsu on me?"

A smile appeared on Koki's face. Although he was weak, his eyes shone with the light of victory.

He responded slowly and gently, in a relaxed tone. "The moment you first saw me."