"Hah… hah…"
The Masked Man, now wrapped in White Zetsu, panted heavily. His right eye socket was a bloody, hollow mess, the entire eyeball having been gouged out. Unable to wear his mask properly, he snapped off the upper half, exposing his remaining left eye.
But that eye was merely a standard Three Tomoe Sharingan.
"What's going on?!"
"How could someone else appear inside Kamui's Dimension?!"
"Could it be…!"
A searing pain radiated from the empty void of his right eye socket, burrowing deep into his mind. Yet, the Masked Man's hollow heart wasn't consumed by the pain—it was the overwhelming weight of failure that lashed at his incomplete soul.
In the blood-red gloom, a vision began to form. A short-haired girl with brown hair and deep brown eyes seemed to float in midair. Purple markings adorned her cheeks, and her playful yet warm smile was directed at the Masked Man.
Rin...
I will create a world where you exist...
Suddenly, as Obito snapped back to reality, he realized the girl was gone. All that remained was the deep, pitch-black darkness rising from the horizon, as if it intended to devour the entire sky.
Is this… hell?
No...
The world had already become a blackened hell the moment Rin was gone!
This world is nothing but ash...
There is no hope...
I will overturn this entire world!
Rin!
Just to set your shadow upright...
So, I absolutely cannot die here!
"Hah! Hah!"
The Masked Man gasped dramatically, his heart pounding like a war drum. For the first time since unlocking Kamui, he could smell the stench of hell itself. His emotions were a chaotic rollercoaster, surging and plummeting wildly.
Meanwhile, the three tomoe in his left eye spun faster and faster...
Shhh…
A ripple of space distorted near Sōmi, and a red-haired figure leapt out from the vortex.
The red-haired youth bore bone-white horns on either side of his head. Dark purple markings encircled his eyes, and a violet diamond-shaped symbol on his forehead extended into intricate patterns that reached the corners of his eyes.
But what stood out most was his blood-red right eye—a Sharingan.
And judging by the pattern within, it was a Mangekyō Sharingan!
Standing across from Sōmi, the Masked Man stared in shock at the red-haired youth. His gaze was fixed on the youth's right eye, for it was none other than the eye that had once belonged to him.
"Sasori…"
"You sure took your time getting here!"
"If you'd been any later, this guy might've escaped again…"
Sōmi smiled as he turned to Sasori. In Sasori's hand was a vial containing a green liquid, within which floated a Sharingan.
Judging by the pattern, it matched Sasori's right eye perfectly.
"I had to spend extra time covering my tracks," Sasori explained, an unusual gesture for him. He seemed to acknowledge that the battle plan had been slightly delayed due to his own missteps.
Still, the results had ultimately aligned with their goals.
Ever since Sōmi had equipped Sasori with Kakashi's Sharingan and transplanted Hashirama's cells into him, he had been preparing for this operation.
The plan was straightforward: Sōmi would engage the Masked Man head-on, drawing his attention. Meanwhile, Sasori would infiltrate Kamui's Dimension, using Sage Mode's sensory abilities to pinpoint the Masked Man's intangible position. Then, at the precise moment when the Masked Man's eye entered Kamui's Dimension, Sasori would seize the opportunity to gouge it out!
Sōmi was no Kakashi, who had leisurely punched the Masked Man's stomach after entering Kamui's Dimension.
Securing the other Kamui eye was the top priority.
"Sasori!"
"It seems you'll have to part with your other eye as well. But once you've gathered both Mangekyō Sharingan, I'm sure you'll come to appreciate a whole new kind of art!"
"It'll be far superior to your puppets..."
Sōmi teased Sasori with a grin, knowing that one of their key objectives had already been achieved.
Once they returned and transplanted the other eye, Sasori's combat power would skyrocket to the pinnacle of the shinobi world.
At that point, Sōmi's grand plan would be nearing its conclusion.
As for why the transplant couldn't happen immediately? Naturally, it was because Sasori hadn't yet reached the level of a "Six Paths Dancer," capable of "hot-swapping" and "plug-and-play" with his body. The process would require time and effort to adapt and master the "power of the gods."
"Alright!"
"Let's finish off this guy and prepare to claim the next pair of Sage Eyes."
After storing the vial Sasori handed him, Sōmi refocused his gaze on the Masked Man.
Through his sensory abilities, Sōmi noticed that the Masked Man's left eye, with its three tomoe, was spinning so rapidly it appeared as a blur.
This phenomenon was all too familiar—Sōmi had encountered it once before. It was the precursor to a Three Tomoe Sharingan evolving into a Mangekyō Sharingan.
"Huh?"
"What kind of trick is this?"
"This guy actually evolved an implanted Three Tomoe Sharingan into a Mangekyō Sharingan?!"
Even Sōmi was momentarily surprised by the discovery.
But upon reflection, it wasn't entirely impossible. After all, both Kakashi and Shin Uchiha had managed to evolve non-native Sharingan into Mangekyō.
"Still, a single Mangekyō won't be enough to save your life…"
Sōmi's thoughts flashed briefly before he dismissed them. He had no sympathy for his enemies.
Clap!
Sōmi's hands came together in a sharp seal, and the Senjutsu Chakra around him surged, whipping up fierce winds.
"Sage Art: Prison Sand Soul-Entwining Dance!"
Boom!
The golden sand lake on the ground erupted violently. In mere moments, massive quantities of gold sand surged upward like a volcanic eruption.
The sand intertwined and coiled together, forming sharp, golden arms that thrashed wildly like frenzied, carnivorous vines.
"Obito… this is looking bad!"
"Without that eye, we might actually die here!"
White Zetsu's flippant voice echoed in the Masked Man's mind.
"I won't!"
"Not before I create a new world!"
"A world where Rin exists!"
Obito roared with all his might, his voice muffled by the yellow mask covering his mouth. The three tomoe in his left eye suddenly connected, forming a new pattern in response to his intense emotions, which seemed to pierce deep into his soul.
Swish!
Obito's figure vanished abruptly, narrowly evading the thrashing golden sand arms.
But—
Just as Obito reappeared a short distance away, preparing to use his Mangekyō's space-warping ability to escape again—
"Kamui!"
Whoosh…
His body froze in place, and his thoughts came to an abrupt halt, as if his mind had been suddenly locked.
From Sōmi's perspective, it was clear what had happened. The moment Obito reappeared, Sasori, who had been lying in wait, activated Kamui without hesitation.
Transparent spatial ripples twisted and churned, and at the center of the vortex was Obito's distorted face. As Sasori's ocular power intensified, Obito's body was gradually twisted into a mangled form...
"Rin…"
"I want to…"
In Obito's mind, the scene of a bright summer day reappeared. Under the radiant sunlight, the girl he cherished stood glowing, her presence the only light in his darkened heart…
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