Finding Danzo!

Shisui's gaze was fixed on Obito, who stood silently in place like an empty Obito, devoid of any soul, his eyes vacant and lifeless, as if the whole world had nothing to do with him.

A deep sense of helplessness welled up in Shisui's heart. He knew that the pain and self-blame that Obito was enduring were beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

He sighed softly. At this moment, he also urgently needed to adjust his emotions; otherwise, in such a terrible state, he was afraid he would also be on the verge of collapse.

Therefore, Shisui decided to temporarily leave the suffocating ward to give herself some time and space to calm the turbulent and complex emotions surging within her.

He said softly to Obito, "Obito-nii, I'm going out for a bit, I'll be right back." Shisui kept his tone as calm as possible, hoping that Obito would listen to him.

However, Obito seemed completely absorbed in his own thoughts and did not respond to Shisui's words.

His eyes remained unfocused, as if he were isolated from the world, unable to hear the sounds of the outside world or feel any changes around him.

Shisui's words were like a pebble falling into a bottomless abyss, failing to cause even the slightest ripple.

Shisui gave Obito another deep look, then turned around and slowly stepped out of the ward.

Obito stood quietly, watching Shisui leave, until the door to the ward closed gently and Shisui's footsteps gradually disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Obito remained frozen in place, as if he were an isolated island abandoned in a desolate world.

In the silent hospital room, time seemed to stand still, with only Obito's lonely figure standing there, his heart filled with endless self-blame and regret.

Obito's eyes were empty and lifeless, as if he had lost his soul. He stared blankly at Koki's bed, recalling the wonderful times they had spent together.

However, now, these beautiful memories are like a sharp knife, deeply piercing his heart.

As time ticked by, the silence in the ward was finally broken by Obito's heavy breathing.

He slowly came to his senses, walked slowly Earth Flow the bedside of Koki and sat down. His gaze was fixed on Koki's pale face, and his eyes were glistening with tears.

Obito reached out his trembling hand and carefully grasped Koki's hand, which wasn't receiving an IV drip. The hand was colder than usual, sending a chill down Obito's Obito.

But in Obito's palm, it seemed to be the only warmth at that moment.

He gently lifted Koki's hand and placed it next to his cheek, feeling his faint breath.

Obito's face turned pale, his lips trembled slightly, and tears welled in his eyes. He slowly reached out his hands and gently stroked Koki's face, feeling his faint breath.

"Koki..." Obito's voice was low and hoarse, filled with endless pain and self-blame.

Deep sorrow and guilt welled up in his eyes. "When will you wake up? I know it's all my fault... Koki, can you forgive me?"

His words echoed in the empty hospital room, each one carrying his heavy self-reproach.

He desperately wanted to hear Koki's reply, even just a soft "It's okay," which would put his mind at ease.

However, Koki remained lying there quietly, showing no sign of waking up.

A single, glistening tear slid from the corner of Obito's eye and rolled down his cheek.

He gripped Koki's hand tightly, as if using all his strength to wake him up.

At that moment, it seemed as if Obito's world consisted only of the two of them, and everything else no longer mattered.

A moment later, Obito's body gradually bent over, as if crushed by an invisible burden.

His legs lost their support, and he finally collapsed to his knees, his knees touching the cold ground. He murmured, "I'm sorry..."

Obito's upper body lay limply beside Koki's bed, his hands gripping the edge of the bed tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, as if it were the only lifeline he could grasp.

His eyes were filled with tears, but he dared not make a sound, afraid that if he cried out, it would be like a flood bursting its banks and he would be unable to control it.

So he could only bite his lip, forcing himself not to cry out loud.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, each drop landing on the white sheets, leaving damp patches.

Obito's crying was silent, only intermittent sobs could be heard.

The voice was pitiful, like that of a small animal forgotten by the world, silently licking its deep wounds in a forgotten corner.

Obito's eyes were empty and lifeless, devoid of their former brilliance.

He felt an unprecedented loneliness and helplessness, as if the whole world had abandoned him. At that moment, he was like a child who had lost his way in a vast sea of people, unable to find his way home.

Shisui stood quietly in the corridor outside the ward, her body pressed against the cold wall.

He listened intently to the sounds inside the ward, not missing a single subtle noise.

When he heard the intermittent crying coming from the ward, Shisui's heart sank. His fingers unconsciously gripped the corner of the wall, his nails digging deep into his palms, but he felt no pain at all.

As night fell, the stars shone brightly, and the moonlight, like a silver plate, cast a cold glow upon the earth, illuminating Kakashi's path. His figure seemed to blend into the night under the moonlight.

Kakashi moved with the agility of a cheetah through the bustling streets, skillfully avoiding crowds and lights, and quickly disappearing from sight.

His movements were light, as if weightless, each jump precise and silent as the wind.

After leaving the hustle and bustle of the village, Kakashi stepped into a dense forest.

The trees here are tall and straight, with lush foliage, forming a natural barrier.

His figure moved swiftly through the woods, sometimes leaping over thick tree trunks, sometimes weaving through bushes, each step steady and deliberate, leaving no trace.

The silence of the forest brought Kakashi immense peace as he listened to the sounds of nature and felt the cool breeze on his face.

At this moment, he found harmony with nature, which brought him a moment of peace.

In this forest, Kakashi displayed his exceptional skills and keen insight.

His eyesight was sharp, allowing him to easily detect threats hidden in the darkness and react quickly, skillfully avoiding anything, whether it be tree branches or bushes.

For Kakashi, Konoha is not only his home, but also the place where he grew up and fought.

He knew this land as well as he knew himself; he knew every inch of it, every street, every building, and even every leaf.

Whether it's a bustling commercial street, a quiet and deep forest, or the solemn and magnificent Hokage Building, Kakashi knows it all like the back of his hand.

Kakashi believed that this familiarity with the environment was one of the essential qualities he possessed as a ninja.

He knew where the safest hiding places were, and he also understood where the most dangerous traps lay.

This thorough understanding of the environment allows him to skillfully utilize the terrain to his advantage and turn danger into safety when carrying out missions.

On the perilous battlefield, this familiarity with the environment became crucial to his survival.

In the world of ninjas, mastery of the environment often means the difference between life and death.

Kakashi understood this well, which is why he never stopped searching for Konoha.

He has a detailed map in his mind, recording every minute detail of Konoha. This allows him to carry out missions with ease and to quickly find a way out when danger strikes.

Night fell over the earth, and a fierce wind swept in, making the trees sway and the leaves rustle in Kakashi's ears.

His heart pounded like a war drum, its rhythm perfectly matching his rapid running pace.

Kakashi's eyes were sharp as knives, flashing with a cold light, and burning with a raging fire so intense that it seemed as if his eyes were about to spew fire.

His eyes were filled with endless anger and hatred, anger directed at Danzo, a deep-seated hatred that could no longer be suppressed.

His mind was filled with the replay of everything Koki Danzo, which fueled his growing rage.

His heart was consumed by the desire for revenge, and this intense emotion propelled him ever faster, as if only in this way could he unleash the flames within him.

Kakashi's figure darted swiftly through the forest, leaving afterimages in his wake. His speed increased, each leap more powerful, and each landing carried immense pressure.

He wanted Danzo to pay the price for his actions.

Kakashi's body almost transformed into a bolt of lightning in the night, his speed reaching its limit. He had only one thought in his mind: to find Danzo.