Obito Awakens His Sharingan in Rage

Obito's gaze suddenly froze, as if time had stood still.

His eyes widened, his face showing astonishment and disbelief, his lips trembling slightly, yet he couldn't utter a sound.

He slowly turned his head, and what he saw was the image of Koki being pierced by a blade.

His heart ignited instantly, a raging rage erupting like a volcano, and endless fear surged into his mind.

A dark chill enveloped Obito; his body seemed bound by an invisible force, as if burdened by a heavy curse, and he had lost the strength to stand.

Each feeble twitch made him feel as if he were sinking into a viscous quagmire, struggling to survive.

Obito's breathing became rapid and erratic, like a flame in a storm, about to be extinguished at any moment. Sweat and dust mixed with blood clung to his face, obscuring his original appearance, making him look utterly wretched.

However, only one person's image was reflected in Obito's eyes— Koki.

He is his only faith and concern at this moment.

Obito used all his strength, as if climbing a mountain, inching his way toward Koki.

His hands trembled like fallen leaves in the wind. He dared not touch Koki lightly, afraid that he would shatter at the slightest carelessness, afraid of bringing him more pain.

Koki's breathing was like a lone boat adrift in turbulent waves, each breath feeling as difficult as crossing countless mountains and rivers.

His lips were the color of winter snowflakes, pale and trembling slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but the voice that came out was hoarse and weak, almost inaudible.

His eyes were filled with endless weariness and helplessness, and his face was ashen, sending chills down one's spine.

However, despite his terrible condition, Koki still tried her best to express her concern for Obito.

With all his might, he looked at Obito and then managed to say, "You... are alright... that's good..." Though the words were weak and incoherent, they contained boundless care.

As soon as Koki finished speaking, his body could no longer withstand the last bit of exhaustion, and he collapsed limply like a puppet with its strings cut.

His eyelids grew heavier and heavier until they finally closed, allowing his thoughts to drift into that endless sea of darkness.

In his final moments before consciousness faded, a powerful thought surged through his mind—a cry and complaint to a certain missing entity, "Damn system!! If you hadn't come this time, I really was going to die!"

"Koki!!" In the depths of Obito's pupils, Koki's fallen figure was reflected, and his heartbeat seemed to stop at that moment.

His gaze was fixed on Koki, his eyes filled with terror and worry. His face turned pale instantly, his lips trembled slightly, and he let out a low cry.

Obito's reaction was swift and instinctive, almost driven by a deep-seated protective instinct.

Without hesitation, he rushed forward, stretching out his arms to try and grab Koki's falling body. His movements were as fast as lightning, as if time itself had stopped for him.

When Obito finally embraced Koki, a hint of relief appeared on his face, but more than that, it was filled with endless pain and sorrow.

Obito hugged Koki with all his might, wanting him to feel his warmth and care. His fingers gripped Koki's clothes tightly, as if afraid that if he let go, Koki would disappear.

Obito lowered his head, his lips gently pressing against Koki's cheek. It was a tender yet desperate touch, and his tears silently slid down, dripping onto Koki's cheek.

Every tear carried a deep longing and reluctance, as if conveying all her emotions to Koki.

"Please don't leave me..." Obito murmured softly, his tears silently sliding down his cheeks and soaking into Koki's clothes.

Those tears, as clear and translucent as pearls, shattered into countless tiny droplets upon landing, just like Obito's feelings at that moment—broken and fragile.

His heart was filled with helplessness and despair; he didn't know how to face this cruel reality.

In Obito's heart, an unprecedented sense of despair swept over him like a surging tide, making him feel as if he had fallen into an endless abyss that was suffocating.

His mind kept replaying the words Koki had said before she collapsed; each word was like a sharp blade, cruelly piercing his soul.

Amidst this torrent of despair, a dark and intense thought suddenly surged from the depths of Obito's heart—hatred for the entire world.

He couldn't help but question the world: why did such a cruel tragedy befall them? Why did Koki have to suffer such pain for him? His heart was filled with resentment and bitterness.

Driven by these intense emotions, Obito made a horrifying decision: if Koki were to truly leave him, he would personally destroy the world, making everything in it perish with Koki.

This thought, like an evil seed, quickly took root and sprouted in his heart, growing at an astonishing speed into a towering tree that blotted out the sky.

At this moment, Obito's eyes had become cold and ruthless. His hands were clenched into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, and thin streams of blood slid down his fingers and dripped onto the cold ground, but he seemed to feel no pain at all.

His mind was consumed by that insane thought, that desire that made him yearn to turn the entire world to ashes.

Obito coldly surveyed his surroundings, as if searching for something. His gaze was like that of a vigilant cheetah, sharp and keen, not missing a single detail.

Finally, his gaze settled on the corpse beside him.

In an instant, Obito's eyes became sharp and fierce, like two sharp swords piercing straight into the corpse's body.

His eyes burned with a fierce fire of anger and hatred, as if to set the whole world ablaze. His gaze was like crimson moonlight, revealing a terrifying aura that sent chills down one's spine.

Obito's hand involuntarily reached for his waist, and he quickly pulled out a carefully sharpened Kunai from his pack.

The Kunai gleamed with a cold light, its blade radiating a chilling killing intent that seemed capable of piercing the very soul.

Obito's actions were decisive and resolute, without the slightest hesitation, like an enraged beast ready to pounce on its prey.

He brandished his Kunai, drawing a cold arc in the air before piercing the corpse with unparalleled precision.

Each time the Kunai fell, it brought a splash of blood, staining the surrounding ground crimson.

Obito's movements became faster and faster, his face expressionless, only his blood-red eyes deepening, as if he were immersed in deep hatred.

The scene before my eyes was extremely gruesome; the air was thick with the stench of blood and death, making it impossible to look directly at it.

Every attack Obito made was filled with deep resentment towards the corpse, as if he wanted to pour all his anger and resentment onto the lifeless body.

However, at this moment, his other arm gently but firmly encircled Koki, as if protecting a flower about to wither, preventing it from being harmed by any storms.

His arms formed a safe haven, tightly protecting Koki and ensuring that not a single drop of blood would stain him.

Obito's body trembled involuntarily as a chilling Chakra gathered within him, stimulating his nerves like an electric current and finally surging towards his eyes.

His eyes suddenly throbbed with excruciating pain, as if something was churning inside them, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Obito instinctively wanted to touch his eyes, but he quickly realized that such an action might cause more serious damage.

He abruptly pulled down his goggles, hoping to relieve the pain in his eyes.

However, when he looked into his own eyes through the goggles, a chill ran down his spine.

Obito stared wide-eyed at his reflection in the mirror, utterly incredulous.

Blood tears streamed from his eyes, the crimson liquid sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto the cold ground, forming scarlet flowers.

Every drop of blood seemed to be a reflection of his deepest fears, sending chills down one's spine.

What shocked him even more was that three spinning Tomoe suddenly appeared in his pupils.

This is clearly the legendary Three-Tomoe Sharingan of the Uchiha Clan!