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How can the universe be this cruel?
Even though the entire world reeked like iron rust, his sense of smell was like untouched limpness. He just didn’t care. All his sense were only focused on the rigid body that was slowly growing colder in his arms.
The only light. The only reason he was alive. They took it away, in the most disgusting manner.
I.. why is this happening..?
He screamed. He raged. He slaughtered. Until the color of the rain turned into jet black. Until the ground was a pool of blood.
And he cried.
“Rin,” he called softly, as his red finger gently brushed the purple marks on her lifeless cheeks.
If only I had come sooner.
Maybe—maybe, he could save her.
Save Rin.
His voice was caught in his dry, burning throat. His whole body was shaking. Tears flowed, from eye socket whose content was already gone. They fell right onto the girl’s face, before finally sliding away and vanished.
I’m sorry.
He then remembered.
All Madara’s so-called wisdom that they instilled in his mind, like a venomous seed, almost every day. About how this world was full of pain, lies, suffering, hopelessness, and futility. To break this cycle of despair, he sought a perfect illusion: a vast dream world crafted to sever destiny.
A world where only victors, Madara said.
Only peace,
Only love exist.
Madara will create such a world.
Even when he heard it for the first time, Obito thought it was beyond stupid. He didn’t understand. He was still pinning his hopes on the universe, on the world. The friend he trusted, the girl he loved—his whole reason for surviving, he still clung to it.
But this, as reality showed him the truth, he understood it.
If such a world could truly exist, would he take it?
Despite the fact that the world may just be a mirage beauty, would he be willing to throw away everything?
Would he?
Would You?
Obito has made up his mind.
I see.
I.. I’m in hell.
That night, the young innocent Obito vanished along with Rin’s murdered soul.