Naruto: Sasuke Uchiha Returns from Soul Society

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Gradually, those brown eyes came into focus.

She looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings, and finally her gaze fell on Obito in front of her.

That familiar feeling...

"Is that you, Obito?" The girl's voice was very soft.

"......!!!"

Obito was struck dumb, frozen in place.

That voice, that look...

It can't be wrong!

This is Lin! The Lin he longs to see day and night, the Lin he dreams of seeing again!

“Lin…”

Obito's voice trembled as he instinctively reached out, wanting to touch that figure.

"I......"

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the girl's cheek, he abruptly stopped.

The ecstasy and excitement on his face vanished, and his voice became icy and hard.

"...It's just an illusion."

"Don't think I can't see through your tricks, Uchiha Sasuke."

He looked coldly at the girl in front of him, his eyes devoid of any warmth.

"Using this false illusion to shake my will..."

"You think I'd fall for that?!"

The girl was startled by his sudden change and took a half step back in fear.

"Obito? What's wrong?"

"Shut up! You imposter!"

Obito roared and suddenly raised his right hand.

A sharp branch of wood-style ...

"Uh......"

The girl let out a painful groan, looking down in disbelief at the branch that had pierced her chest.

Blood gushed from the wound, staining her clothes red.

“With… soil…”

Her eyes quickly glazed over, and her body fell limply backward, crashing heavily into a pool of blood.

Obito stood there, coldly watching the scene unfold, watching the "illusion" struggle and die in agony.

Is this all you've got?

Obito turned to Sasuke, his tone mocking, "How low-class."

"..."

Sasuke watched all this quietly, a smile unconsciously spreading across his face, his laughter growing louder and louder.

"Ha ha ha ha......"

He covered his forehead, his shoulders shaking with laughter.

"What are you laughing at?!" Obito frowned, a strange unease rising in his heart.

"I'm laughing at you, Uchiha Obito."

Sasuke stopped laughing and looked up. "You keep saying that reality is fake, and that you want to create a real world."

But in the end...

Sasuke pointed to the gradually cooling corpse on the ground. "You can't even tell the difference between reality and illusion?"

Obito's pupils suddenly contracted.

"What do you mean?"

"So, you don't actually think that the Lin in front of you is a fake, do you?"

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Obito suddenly turned his head and stared intently at the corpse on the ground.

Those familiar eyebrows and eyes, those unique purple patterns, and the blood still slowly seeping from the chest...

"No...it's impossible..."

Obito muttered to himself, his body uncontrollably staggering back two steps, desperately denying everything before him.

"This is impossible!" His voice suddenly rose, becoming shrill. "This must be an illusion! A sophisticated illusion created by your eyes!"

"Rin died long ago! She died that rainy night! She died at Kakashi's hands!"

"How could I possibly..."

Obito held his head in his hands, his fingers digging deeply into the edges of his hair.

"How could I... kill Lin with my own hands?!"

Sasuke didn't speak, just stared at him silently, his eyes full of mockery.

Under that silent gaze, Obito's psychological defenses crumbled little by little.

He took a shaky step, his knees buckled, and he knelt heavily in the expanding pool of blood.

Blood soaked through his trousers, but he was oblivious.

He reached out his hand, his fingertips slowly approaching the girl's pale cheek.

That was a long and agonizing process.

Finally, my fingertips touched that delicate skin.

It's warm.

Even as life was slipping away, the lingering warmth unique to the living was still clearly transmitted to his fingertips.

Obito's fingers jerked back as if he'd been electrocuted, and he looked down at his gloves.

There, a striking crimson stain appeared.

That was Lin's blood.

"..."

Obito's breath hitched, and he instinctively wanted to activate Kamui.

He wanted to hide in that alternate dimension that belonged only to him, just like he had done countless times before, to escape this unbearable reality and wipe the filthy blood off his hands.

However, despite the surge of pupil power, the space remained completely still.

The denial of "the day of calamity" remains unshakable.

He couldn't even manage this last, humble attempt at escape; he could only watch helplessly as the blood slowly dried on his glove, turning into a despairing dark red.

Obito fell into an eerie silence.

He just stared blankly at his hands, muttering nervously.

"It's hot..."

"Why... is it hot...?"

What level of illusion magic would it take to achieve all of this in reality?

Why is there temperature?

Why is there an afterglow before the heart stops beating?

Sasuke looked at the man who was on the verge of collapse and spoke softly.

"Her spirit is still watching over you, Obito."

She's asking you...

Why kill her a second time?

"..."