Naruto: Starting from the time when the Six Paths of Pain was Kira Yoshikage

Chapter 86 Kakashi... I want you to spend the rest of your life in regret.

Konoha - Memorial Monument.

The setting sun, like blood, dyed this land a tragic orange-red.

Kakashi's figure was stretched long in front of his two friends' tombstones.

"Obito, Rin... I've come to see you again." His voice was deep, as if it had been sanded, each word carrying an unyielding weight. His fingertips gently brushed over the names on the monument, the textured surface seeming to recall the warmth of the three of them standing side by side not long ago.

Kakashi first gently placed one of the white chrysanthemums in front of the tombstone named Uchiha Obito.

"Did you know, Obito? Our teacher has become the Fourth Hokage."

Kakashi paused, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. "He fulfilled your dream... If you were still here, you would be happier than anyone else."

The wind rustled the fallen leaves on the ground, making a soft sound, as if someone was responding in hushed tones.

Then Kakashi knelt down and placed another bunch of daisies in front of Nohara Rin's tombstone. His eyes softened instantly, but were filled with endless melancholy: "Rin, your teacher's wife is pregnant. Her due date is in early October."

He raised his hand and touched his left eye, where Obito's gift was hidden, along with a scar that would never heal: "When the child is born... I will definitely bring him to see you..."

At this moment, Kakashi completely overturned his previous taciturn image, as if he had transformed into a chatterbox, rambling on and on to his two former best friends, recounting the little things around him, the recent interesting events, and the beautiful memories the three of them once shared.

After a long silence... he stood up, took one last look at the two closely intertwined tombstones, turned and left, quickly disappearing into the twilight...

Just as Kakashi's figure completely disappeared, the surrounding air suddenly began to distort, rippling like a lake surface tossed with a pebble. Obito's figure slowly reappeared, wearing a white tiger-striped mask. His eyes had long lost their former brightness, leaving only an unyielding gloom and anger.

He stared intently in the direction Kakashi had gone, his chest heaving violently, his teeth grinding together.

When his gaze fell upon the white chrysanthemums in front of the monument, his anger erupted instantly. He rushed over, grabbed the bouquet, slammed it to the ground, and stomped on it furiously.

"You don't need to pretend here!"

His voice was hoarse, like the low growl of some wild beast.

"You killed Lin with your own hands! You murderer!"

The petals were crushed to pieces under his feet, the juice mixed with the soil, turning a shocking dark brown that was no longer recognizable.

After venting his anger, he staggered back a few steps, his gaze falling on the tombstone bearing his name. There, the white chrysanthemum Kakashi had just placed still stood quietly, its petals intact. Obito slowly raised his hand, his fingertips almost touching the petals, but suddenly stopped a centimeter away.

The Sharingan visible beneath the mask churned with complex emotions—anger, pain, and a hint of tenderness that even he himself was unwilling to acknowledge.

He remembered Kakashi from his childhood, who always seemed cold and aloof, yet would silently hand him bandages when he was injured; he remembered Rin always smiling and saying that the three of them would be together forever.

Silence engulfed him like a tide.

After a long while, he slowly withdrew his hand, his voice low as a whisper, yet carrying a chilling coldness: "Kakashi... I want you to spend the rest of your life in regret. This is the punishment you deserve."

After speaking, his figure became transparent again, just as he had come, gradually dissipating in the distorted space. Only scattered petals and two tombstones remained, standing silently in the afterglow of the setting sun.

During his trip to Konoha, Obito obtained a crucial piece of information.

Kakashi told him, during a conversation at the memorial stone.

His teacher's wife, Kushina Uzumaki, is due to give birth in October, and the current Nine-Tails Jinchuriki is due to give birth.

For Jinchūriki, childbirth is when their bodies are at their weakest and their seals are at their weakest.

So Obito planned to make good use of this information to do something.

For example, releasing the Nine-Tails to set off fireworks in Konoha would surely be very interesting.

As the gears of time slowly turn, beneath the seemingly calm surface of Konoha Village, undercurrents are surging.

In July of Konoha Year 51, a loud cry rang out from the Uchiha clan head's residence. Uchiha Mikoto had given birth to a boy. Uchiha Fugaku looked at his son, whose features were exquisite in the swaddling clothes, his eyes filled with expectation. He named him Sasuke, hoping that he would become a strong and great being like the legendary ninja Sarutobi Sasuke, and restore the glory of the Uchiha clan.

In September of Konoha Year 51, Kushina's due date was fast approaching, but Minato Namikaze was overwhelmed with border wars and various village affairs, leaving him no time to be by his wife's side. To ensure the safety of Kushina and her unborn child, and to allow Minato to focus on his official duties, the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, arranged for his wife, Biwako Sarutobi, to move into the Fourth Hokage's house starting in September to take care of Kushina's daily needs.

Sarutobi Biwako was meticulous and thoughtful, managing Kushina's life in an orderly manner, which put Minato Namikaze at ease, allowing him to devote more energy to his work.

Time flew by and it was April.

1, 2, 3... Time passed day by day, and the due date was getting closer and closer.

Finally, when Obito returned from the Konoha Memorial Monument once again, he confirmed the exact date of the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki's birth—October 10th.

Upon hearing this news, Obito's lips curled into a cold smile.

He had mentally rehearsed the plan countless times, from how to break through Konoha's defensive barrier to how to precisely release the Nine-Tails' seal during Kushina's childbirth; every detail was meticulously planned.

"Teacher, as the fastest ninja in the world, aren't you often late at crucial moments? Like that time with me, and that time with Rin..."

Obito gazed in the direction of Konoha Village, his fingers clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the force, and his nails almost dug into his palms.

I trusted you so much, and regarded you as the person I admired most, yet you were never there when I needed you most.

"When your wife and children are in crisis, will you still be late? Will you still be able to show up on time?"

"Well then, let's wait and see."

Obito's lips curled into a cold smile, devoid of any warmth, filled only with endless mockery and madness.

At this point, Obito's thought process could no longer be understood using normal human thinking.

After all, before experiencing so many things, he was just a virtuous second son.

At this age, it's not me who's wrong, it's the world that's at this critical juncture.

Madara Uchiha's indoctrination further twisted his mind, making him firmly believe that the injustice of this world had taken everything from him, so he wanted to destroy this world and create a world where Rin existed.

Just as Obito was getting ready to put his plan into action, Zetsu sent a new message.

"Obito, Nagato is looking for you. He says he has something urgent to discuss."

Obito frowned, feeling somewhat displeased.

"understood."

He spoke slowly, his voice icy and chilling: "Tell Nagato I'm coming right away."

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