"Who?"
"Rin?"
Obito's head, which had just lifted, froze in place. He stared at Roy—behind the sunglasses, his eyes trembled—and he blurted out without hesitation, "No. Rin won't die."
She was so kind… With me, Kakashi, and sensei protecting her, how could she die?
But people die—killed, by suicide, by illness—there's always a day when a life withers. And that day can come slowly… or fast… sometimes, terrifyingly suddenly.
Roy said nothing. He simply looked at Obito as a faint blush of red crept into his eyes.
"Caw—!"
A crow's cry rang out.
That crimson condensed into three jet-black tomoe, slowly rotating—like a crow's eye—reflected in Obito's pupils. The crow beat its wings and dropped a single black feather…
Obito's expression jolted.
When he came back to himself, the world had already changed.
The cushion beneath him was gone. The tatami in front of him was gone. All that remained was a forest—silent, saturated with killing intent.
A battlefield.
The battlefield… where's Rin? Where's Kakashi? Where's sensei?
Instinct took over. Obito reached for his waist, trying to draw a kunai—only for a stabbing pain to rip through him. He let out a muffled grunt. When he forced himself to focus, he found himself pinned under a boulder, half his body numb and unresponsive…
Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
He was weak. Helpless. Unable to move.
And then, at the edge of his fading consciousness, he saw Kakashi—his teammate—looking at him with grief.
So even that cold, smug jerk could cry…
Obito felt a flash of surprise… then a strange, bitter acceptance. Just like the original story, he told Kakashi to protect Rin—no matter what—then he handed over his one remaining Sharingan.
His consciousness slipped away. He only felt heavy… heavier… like he'd fallen into water—
Sinking. Sinking. Sinking.
Then the scene snapped—
His feet hit solid ground. He opened his eyes—
And there she was.
Rin. Still gentle. Still smiling.
Only this time, her chest had been pierced clean through by a blinding bolt of lightning.
"No!" Obito screamed until his throat tore. He clawed toward her on hands and knees—
And then he saw the killer.
White hair drifting, eyes cold—
Kakashi Hatake.
His teammate. His best friend. The one he trusted… and his rival.
"BOOM!"
Obito detonated.
A storm of negative emotion erupted from him, blasting outward—
So violent it nearly blew the "heart-worm" anchored inside him away.
Fugaku's home—living room.
Roy maintained the illusion while also casting En, splitting off a heart-worm and riding the causal line straight into Obito's heart. He faced that tidal wave of emotion head-on, and—just as expected—heard the familiar panel chime.
[Increase: Detected intense negative emotion. Source… Uchiha Obito…]
[Current: "Negative emotion accumulation": 10%… 20%… 30%… 100%… 200%… 500%…]
It shot past the limit in an instant.
Even more than what Roy had harvested at the Naka Shrine clan meeting.
Roy fell silent.
In that moment, he finally understood how heavy Obito's original line really was—"I want to create a world where only Rin exists."
1000%… 1100%… 1500%…
The surge kept climbing—until it finally stopped at 2000%.
At the same time, the panel updated:
[Yin Release: lv3 (142/10000) → lv4 (7445/100000)]
[Note: lv5… will automatically unlock the Mangekyō Sharingan]
Roy: "..."
Once again, he gained a deeper appreciation for what "the Uchiha are born wicked" actually meant—the darker the hatred, the stronger the power; the more twisted, the stronger; the more extreme, the stronger—just like Itachi's line to Sasuke: "Hate me."
Roy lifted his teacup and took a sip, then looked back at Obito. Obito was still trapped in the aftershock—his face contorted, his body shaking like a leaf. His fists were clenched so hard his nails dug into flesh and drew blood…
Roy said softly, "Open."
"Pop—"
The illusion shattered like a sheet of water-glass.
Obito's body collapsed backward—he slumped onto the cushion like his spine had been pulled out.
"Hh… hh…"
His breathing was ragged.
"Drip… drip…"
Cold sweat soaked through his back.
He still hadn't fully crawled out of the nightmare. He thrashed and roared, "Kakashi! I'll kill you!"
He jolted upright—only to meet a pair of calm eyes watching him from across the room.
Obito froze mid-motion, scanned his surroundings, and his knees went soft. He dropped back onto the cushion again.
"It was genjutsu?" His heart hammered. The rage hadn't fully faded, but a sliver of reason returned. His voice was hoarse as he asked Roy, "Was it real… or fake?"
Roy pressed a cup of tea into his hands and said casually, "Obito-niisan, what do you think? If you think it's real, it's real. If you think it's fake, it's fake."
When false becomes true, true becomes false. Where nothing is, something returns.
"Congratulations, Obito-niisan."
Congratulate me for what?! I died, Rin died—are you messing with me?!
Obito flared up. He wanted to throw the tea in Roy's face—
But when he looked down, the surface rippled, reflecting a pair of crimson eyes.
Obito froze.
He leaned closer, then raised a hand to touch his own eyelids.
Sharingan.
No doubt about it.
He looked up at Roy again. Roy smiled faintly—like the red sun outside, just breaking over the horizon.
"You…" "I…"
Obito's throat bobbed. He still couldn't get the words out. He gripped the teacup and lowered his head in stiff, awkward silence.
Right then, the kitchen curtain lifted, and Itachi's baby-faced little head peeked out. "Nii-san, breakfast is ready."
Roy nodded and said warmly to Obito, "You brought sweets too, didn't you? Try my mom's cooking."
Obito set the tea down, scratched the back of his head, and—since things had already come this far—mumbled, "Then… let's eat first."
Obito's emotions came fast and went fast. But Roy knew that 2000% of negative emotion would become an ugly scar across Obito's heart—something that wouldn't fade easily.
As for whether Obito would go pick a fight with Kakashi afterward…
That wasn't Roy's problem.
Roy glanced at the suddenly boosted Yin Release at lv4, then recalled the heart-worm from Obito's heart. The worm crawled out looking stuffed and greasy, rolled over, burped, and slid back into Roy's heart—where Roy tossed it into his unconscious domain and sealed it away for later.
"Food's ready~"
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