Chapter 822: The Falling Akatsuki (page 13)

The violent explosion, like a raging storm, mercilessly swept through the quaint and mysterious village.

In the small village full of Naruto's memories, a raging battle is quietly unfolding. Unpredictable forces, like a meteor streaking across the night sky, instantly destroy the habitat of all living things.

In this relentless struggle, many brave figures stepped forward and used their lives to defend the dignity of their homeland. However, in the face of a powerful enemy, their efforts seemed insignificant.

In the center of the battlefield, a man was lying quietly on the ground. His name was Obito.

His eyes were empty, as if he had lost his soul, and his body was stiff, as if it was frozen in that moment. His body was covered with wounds, and his blood dyed the ground red. His breath was weak, as if he would disappear at any time.

She was doing her best to protect him.

Their faces were pale, their clothes were soaked with sweat, and their eyes were firm, as if telling of their determination to never give up. However, facing the powerful offensive of the enemy, their strength seemed so small.

At this moment, a black light flashed in the sky, followed by a strong vibration, as if the whole world was shaking. It was power, like a violent storm, pouring down, as if it would devour all life.

Under the attack from the sky, they had no power to resist and could only let their bodies be thrown far away. Their bodies tumbled in the air, and their blood spilled in the air, forming a sad and beautiful picture.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in ruins.

His heart was filled with despair, he didn't understand why he had suffered such a fate. He thought of his past dreams and the friends who had been by his side, and he felt extremely lonely and helpless.

At this moment, the memory from many years ago emerged in his mind. He thought of the young and energetic boy, and he thought of Lin, whom he loved but could not have.

He thought of the passionate youth years and told himself silently that no matter how many difficulties and challenges he faced, he would not give up easily.

So he bravely got up, and his eyes were full of life again.

He decided to put an end to the war in his own way. He picked up his weapon and launched a final attack on the enemy.

During the battle, he encountered many difficulties and obstacles, but he always maintained firm faith and courage.

With his wisdom and perseverance, he gradually took control of the battle, his figure shuttled across the battlefield, his attacks were like a violent storm, and his momentum was like a tiger descending from a mountain.

In the end, they successfully defeated the enemy and ended this brutal war.

His name spread throughout the ninja world, and people praised him as a true hero. However, for him, these honors and praises were not important. The only thing he cared about was his comrades who sacrificed their lives.

In the days that followed, I often sat alone in the dusk, missing the friendship and love I once had.

He often thinks of his teammates who once fought side by side with him and the lovers who once stood by his side. He can't help but sigh that life is short and time flies. Only by cherishing the present can we live up to this life.

On a desolate land, heavy rain poured down, falling on the ruins of the once glorious place.

The rain watered the broken land, as if symbolizing nature mourning her masterpiece destroyed by war. Standing quietly among the ruins, his former best friends and companions disappeared in the battle years ago, leaving only this devastated scene. Anxiety, anger and endless sadness are intertwined at this moment, solidified in the eyes of this lonely knight.

However, despite this, as the cold rain beat down on him, his emotions seemed to still be in an unbalanced state. The book he held tightly in his hand was now trembling in the wind and rain.

There is no doubt that he was still shocked and puzzled by everything that had happened in the past. No matter how rational he was, he could not understand why the friend who had once fought side by side with him eventually took the opposite path.

Having been freed, he was slowly walking towards the Tao, the one who had accompanied him for many years.

He rushed over from afar, the short blade in his hand was ready. However, just as he was about to launch an attack, another gentle and rational voice suddenly resounded through the sky.

Hearing this familiar yet strange name, my body trembled instantly, and I turned to this former rising star with a look of surprise, with mixed feelings in my heart. However, facing my beloved teacher and friend who had gone through hardships with me, the answer was as cold as the cold wind.

"I think you should also understand that people will always change over time. We just choose the most suitable way to survive in the torrent of life." Hei Zetsu's eyes were deep and dark. Although his voice was not loud, it was clear and powerful, as if it could penetrate people's hearts and give people an invisible sense of oppression.

The words were like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart hard. He couldn't accept this fact, and couldn't understand why he became so cold and heartless.

However, facing the accusation, his voice was flat and without any ups and downs:

The words, like a cold arrow, pierced deeply into Obito's heart. He could not help but feel sad, filled with grief and helplessness. However, no matter how he struggled, he could not regain the trust he once had.

"Black Zetsu, you have really changed. Has your soul been devoured?" His voice was full of bitterness and pain, but he knew that he was powerless to change what was happening before his eyes. Heartbroken, he could only leave this land forever, carrying countless confusions and regrets, searching for answers in his lonely journey.

The sun rises and shines in the sky.

Deep in the valley, outside a simple house, two middle-aged men were walking inside, their eyes gloomy and solemn.

"Black Zetsu, are you really going to do this?" Obito frowned and asked in a heavy tone. He nodded slightly and answered with a firm look in his eyes: "Yes, I have made up my mind."

"But do you know the consequences of doing this?" he continued to ask, his eyes full of worry and concern.

After a moment of silence, he slowly said, "I understand, but I have to do this."

"Why?" he asked in confusion.

He looked up into the distance, with a complex light flashing in his eyes, "Because I want peace."

"Peace?" he repeated doubtfully, "What you call peace is to kill me? Who will revive Madara-sama then?"

He shook his head and explained, "No, the peace I seek is not that simple. I hope to use this method to re-evaluate their attitude towards us."

"But is this method too drastic?" There are still some doubts.

He smiled calmly, "Intense? Maybe. But I think that only in this way can we arouse their attention."

But he seemed unconcerned. "I know, that's why I use this extreme method. I hope that this method can awaken their conscience and make them understand the value of peace."

"But is it really worth it?" he questioned again.

After a moment of silence, he nodded firmly, "It's worth it. Because I believe that as long as we work hard, one day, peace will come to this world."