Coughing began, blood flowing from the mouth, the vision before the eyes growing darker and darker.
The body weakly took two steps forward, the chin relying on Obito's shoulder to support itself from falling.
"Thank you... Obito... for letting me see you one last time..."
No Kakashi.
No teacher Minato.
Even the other Konoha Ninja didn't act with Obito.
Lin guessed that Obito's actions were his personal decision and not directed by the village.
At this last moment, having someone defy all to violate the ninja code for her, it was an emotion worth remembering for a lifetime for a girl.
Though he wasn't the handsome knight in shining armor, he was just an obstinate fool who frequently acted silly.
But the feelings of happiness and joy still filled every part of Lin's body.
"...In the future... don't do such foolish things again..."
As a ninja, one should abide by the village rules.
Carrying out personal will too much will easily lead to harm or exclusion by others.
The pain Kakashi endured, she didn't want to see it repeated on Obito.
Yet, likely, this fool wouldn't listen and would still act as he pleases...
The body had no power left, Lin coughed again, blood spilled, wantonly flowing on Obito's clothes, finally collapsing at Obito's feet, her eyes forever closing.
Though the eyes were open, nothing before them could be seen.
The mind was chaotic to the extent that nothing could be recalled, Lin's figure, every smile, every gentle word... all could not be recalled.
Nothing could be felt, the body was already numb.
Looking down at the blood on the palm, whose blood was this?
The girl lying at the feet, who smiled at him before dying... who was she?
Who killed her?
Why were there no memories of this in the brain?
Why was he here? Obito was filled with questions.
Pupils lost focus and sparkle, the world presented seemed to collapse as if it ceased to exist.
Standing in the rain, hands drooping, the body felt heavy as if filled with lead, the wounded heart bleeding, forgetting all the ability to think.
The eyes connected with darkness, not knowing where to go or where he was.
Seemed like nothing mattered anymore.
He walked on the ice-covered land, seeking the warmth of a flame.
In the distance, seeing flames that could be for warmth, deeply reflected in the eyes.
There were two flames, one for each eye.
Thus, the eyes began to bleed, the blood flowing from the eyes carried a scorching temperature.
Tears mixed with blood flowed from the eyes, something wanted to burst out from within the eyes.
In the eyes covered with bloody tears, the scarlet light flickered brightly.
"The Jinchuriki is dead! Damn, how could the Jinchuriki—"
Hidden Waterfall Ninja began to panic and shout.
They couldn't believe it, that Lin had committed suicide.
With the Jinchuriki dead, the Tailed Beast within would also perish.
Compared to Obito's grief, the Hidden Waterfall Ninja were filled with anger.
If it weren't for this damned Uchiha brat, they would've already returned the Jinchuriki to the village for the Tailed Beast transfer.
After all, it was Konoha Ninja who stole the Tailed Beast.
Henceforth, Konoha must give them a statement, or they wouldn't mind allying with other Ninja Villages to invade the Land of Fire.
However, the voices of these Hidden Waterfall Ninja seemed noisy to Obito.
What a noisy world.
For some reason, the heart was filled with a dark feeling to destroy everything.
Just as he birthed this thought, a peculiar Chakra caught Obito's attention, the body stiffened motionless, even Chakra lost response, only that peculiar Chakra was moving.
Then, chillingly, a voice sounded by his ear.
A head emerged from his shoulder, a white, whirlpool-faced head.
Then was the upper body, along with two arms.
Without hesitation, it quickly reached a hand towards one of Obito's eyes, with the index, middle, and thumb pressing against Obito's eye.
Obito could feel a fierce pain.
"Ah!"
Obito let out a heart-wrenching scream.
A slippery, red-glowing Sharingan was revealed from Obito's eyelid, then mercilessly scooped out from the eye socket by that white hand.
The warmth of the Sharingan remained on the hand.
The Sharingan already graduated from the basic Magatama pattern, transformed into an intricate, mysterious black pattern on the foundation of the Tomoe Sharingan.
"Just as Master Madara said, this kid has immense potential for awakening. Now, I'll gladly take the left eye's Mangekyo Sharingan, next is the right eye!"
His body fully separated from Obito's, laughing heartily and swiftly reaching out his other hand, ready to take away Obito's other Sharingan.
The white body, whirlpool-like peculiar face, was the special individual Afei among the White Zetsu.
"You... who are you..."
Obito gasped, struggling to utter these words.
Confirmed he didn't recognize this whirlpool-faced bizarre creature.
Why did it emerge from his body?
Afei didn't respond, just laughingly reached out his hand, intending to take his other eye too.
The sound of the air splitting arrived here.