"But it's the only way!"
Obito had understood Jin's point. He even admitted the Eye of the Moon Plan was extreme.
Yet he refused to budge.
"When a problem has no solution," he insisted, "eliminating the source of the problem is the solution."
Jin's gaze sharpened.
"Do you truly believe that?"
Obito nodded firmly.
"Madara may have deceived me. But I've walked the world since then. Everywhere I went—ruins. War. Starvation. Grief."
"There isn't a single place untouched by suffering."
"What value does a world like that even have?"
"This isn't blind faith in Madara. This is my own conclusion."
"If his plan fails, I'll find another way."
The tragic brilliance of Madara's method was clear.
He hadn't forced his ideology onto Obito.
He let Obito witness devastation with his own eyes.
He let Obito reach the same answer independently.
Once that happens—
The idea is no longer someone else's.
It becomes conviction.
And conviction is far harder to uproot.
Jin exhaled softly.
"Have you ever asked what those suffering people want?"
Obito froze.
"You see their pain," Jin continued, "but have you asked why they keep living?"
"Even insects cling to life."
"Have you ever truly considered what life means?"
That struck deeper than Obito expected.
Yes—war had raged for thousands of years.
Yes—countless tragedies.
Yet humanity endured.
Why?
Jin stepped closer.
"The answer is simpler than you think."
"Why didn't you kill yourself after everything you went through?"
Obito frowned.
"Because I want to change things."
"I want to end conflict."
Jin smiled faintly.
"And there it is."
"In the vast universe, across endless time, a human lifespan is less than a ripple."
"From that perspective, life has no inherent meaning."
"But humans assign meaning to their lives."
"You want to improve the world. That is the meaning you gave your existence."
"The ordinary people you pity are no different."
"They lack your power. So they use their hands. They work. They endure. They struggle so their children may suffer less."
"That is their meaning."
"They continue living because hope still exists."
"And you—without asking them—decide to erase them."
"Is that truly just?"
Obito's expression twisted.
For a moment—
Doubt.
Then stubbornness returned.
"Their vision is limited."
"I don't need their understanding."
"I just need to do what's right."
Jin's voice turned cold.
"I'll erase you. It has nothing to do with you."
"That arrogance sounds eerily familiar."
"You resemble the Ōtsutsuki more than you realize."
Obito's eyes flared.
"And what makes you so certain you're right?!"
"The Uchiha Stone Tablet records it. The Sage of Six Paths left that guidance!"
Jin laughed—short and sharp.
"That tablet?"
"I've read it."
"And the lie is painfully obvious."
Obito bristled.
"On what grounds?!"
Jin replied calmly:
"The tablet states that to cast Infinite Tsukuyomi, one must become the Ten-Tails' jinchūriki."
"And the previous Ten-Tails jinchūriki was the Sage of Six Paths himself."
"That's correct," Obito snapped. "So what?"
Jin's eyes were merciless.
"If Infinite Tsukuyomi truly saves the world…"
"Why didn't the Sage of Six Paths use it himself?"
Silence.
"If he possessed the power to end all conflict, why allow centuries of war?"
"Why pass the responsibility to future generations?"
Obito stood frozen.
It was so obvious.
Painfully obvious.
If the tablet were genuine—
The Sage could have ended it all.
The conclusion formed like a crack spreading through glass.
The tablet was falsified.
Jin delivered the final blow.
"Black Zetsu has schemed in the shadows for millennia."
"For him to finally encounter Madara… and then you…"
He smiled faintly.
"He must feel incredibly fortunate."
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