Chapter 819 Obito and Kakashi (page 13)

The city was submerged in darkness, and filled with murderous aura as sharp as a knife.

A man in a black cloak, holding a sword, stood in front of the rain curtain. His eyes were cold and ruthless, as if there was a hatred that devoured everything in his heart.

He is Uchiha Obito, the former Uchiha ninja who is now in endless pain and struggle.

A voice came from behind, interrupting my thoughts.

He looked back and saw a boy in a white robe holding a wind-attribute chakra kunai standing behind him. This boy was called Kakashi, who was his former companion and now his enemy.

"Kakashi, you don't understand." He gritted his teeth and said coldly. His eyes were full of determination, and he raised his sword, ready to fight.

"Is it really worth it? Are you willing to sacrifice your life for revenge?" He watched with deep concern in his eyes. But he did not retreat, but took a step forward and blocked the attack with a kunai.

His strength and speed are so great that even with powerful chakra in your body, it is difficult to resist his attacks.

The sword technique was extremely sharp, and every swing would bring up a gust of wind, making people feel enormous pressure.

However, Kakashi did not give up.

He knew that if he could not stop Obito, the entire Konoha Village would be in disaster. Therefore, he decided to go all out and protect the village even at the cost of his own life.

As the battle continued, the swordsmanship became more and more fierce, and they persisted in resistance with tenacious perseverance. Their figures intertwined in the rain, and between the flashes of swords and sabers, it seemed as if the end of the world had come.

Suddenly, the tip of the sword pierced his shoulder, and blood instantly stained his clothes red. He frowned in pain, but he still held the kunai tightly and refused to let go.

"I'm sorry, even now, I still can't let you go." Kakashi whispered, gathering a powerful chakra in his left hand. He raised his head suddenly and looked in the direction of Obito.

"Wake up! Everything you do is in vain and will only hurt more people." Kakashi's words were like morning bells and evening drums, striking his heart. He was stunned for a moment, and slowly put down the sword in his hand.

Looking at him, complex emotions flashed in his eyes.

He knew that what they said was true, his road to revenge was just an empty dream that would only bring endless pain and regret.

At this moment, the sound of a flute was heard in the distance. It turned out that the ninjas from Konoha Village had finally arrived at the scene. They were shocked by the scene before them.

"Obito, you dare to seek your own death!" Akimichi Choza shouted, drew the long sword from his waist, and rushed forward. Seeing this, the other ninjas followed him and besieged Sasuke together.

Looking at the ninjas around him, a mocking smile appeared on his face.

He knew that he could no longer escape his fate and could only face death.

"Goodbye. I hope we will have the chance to meet again." After saying that, he turned and ran away. His back gradually disappeared in the rain and fog, leaving only him and the ninjas standing there in silence.

Although the battle is over, the impact it has brought to people is far-reaching.

Leaving makes me realize that true peace requires not only force, but more importantly, the salvation of the soul.

Under the cover of the misty rain curtain, it seemed as if time had stopped at this moment, and a suffocating atmosphere of tension began to permeate the air.

His eyes were filled with blood-red light, and the sword in his hand was flashing a sharp cold light under the rain. His sight passed through the rain curtain and fell on the boy opposite him, his eyes were filled with endless anger and resentment.

"Why do you have to be here? Why do you want to block my way forward? Why can't you understand the anger in my heart at this moment? Kakashi!" Obito's hoarse voice echoed in the rain, like the roar of a wounded beast.

However, he did not back down in the face of questioning, and answered firmly: "Don't you understand yet? What you are doing is not revenge, but catharsis. You use this twisted method to numb your mind and make yourself mistakenly believe that you are taking revenge."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly swung his left hand and hit him hard in the side of the face with a heavy punch, knocking him flying backwards.

Rolling on the muddy ground, coughing violently, he struggled to get up, his wet hair sticking to his face, allowing the cold rain to pour down on him.

"You" wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked straight at him with cold eyes, "Isn't it? You implicated many innocent people. Are you still the kind Uchiha I once knew?"

Kakashi's eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he met the gaze without fear. Suddenly he laughed loudly, his laughter full of ridicule and disdain.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Hahahahaha! Kind Uchiha?"

Seeing such a crazy look, deep worry appeared in his eyes, and what was in front of him made him feel extremely unfamiliar. However, at this moment, the warmth had disappeared, leaving only endless darkness.

"...You actually dare to accuse me of being twisted? Humph, you really have the guts to say such a thing. What exactly is the reason that makes you stand in a higher position than me and point fingers at me?"

Obito's originally handsome face had now become distorted and hideous, exuding a sinister and terrifying aura, like a mad and bloodthirsty beast that had long since abandoned the rationality that a human being should have.

Taking a deep breath, their eyes met in the rain.

He said in a deep voice: "I am not sure of that. I just want to warn you, please don't let yourself be immersed in pain anymore. I also bear the grief of losing my loved ones..."

Before he could finish his words, she interrupted him with a fire burning in her eyes: "Enough! How can you, the guy who killed Lin with your own hands, understand the pain in my heart?"

Hearing this, he felt an intense pain in his heart. He was worried and frightened, fearing that it would really be as he said, and all those involved in this dispute would be killed together.

"Compared to me, you have never experienced real pain!" He declared loudly, his eyes becoming more fierce, his body shaking with anger. "After not having to worry about any restraints and throwing away all the burdens, I found myself so free, as if every inch of my skin, every cell, is cheering and enjoying endless joy."

The smile became more and more weird. "I have killed so many Konoha ninjas, and one more of you will not matter. After I kill you, I will eliminate the others as well, and let them accompany you to the underworld. Haha, a gentle person like me will occasionally show mercy."

That day, the air between heaven and earth was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the severe pain dyed the boy's stubborn and resolute face red.

After a fierce battle, he was alone facing the familiar yet extremely unfamiliar young face, his heart filled with endless sadness and helplessness.

He used to be that sunny, cheerful and passionate boy.

However, the trick of fate led him to a thorny road. His heart became dark and twisted, and his image gradually became blurred.

At this moment, his eyes were empty and confused, as if he was a body without a soul.

He held the sword tightly in his hand. This weapon that symbolized strength and glory had now become the last straw in his life.