Obito nodded and said,
"Alright, I'll go with what you say."
He stood up and slowly walked toward Nagato.
Under Nagato's confused gaze, Obito reached up and brushed aside his bangs.
Looking at the empty socket where Nagato's left eye once was, Obito spoke softly,
"I can help you restore this eye now."
"Do you want that woman's Mangekyō Sharingan, or do you wish to have your own eye back?"
Nagato looked surprised. He raised his head to look at Obito and asked,
"Is that really possible?"
"...It won't cause you any harm, will it?"
Obito grinned.
"Not at all. It's just a simple application of Yin-Yang Release."
"At most, it'll drain some chakra, but I'll just have a big meal tonight, and it'll be fine."
[Yin-Yang Release? Could it be that Obito…]
Hearing those words, Nagato carefully examined Obito—and that's when he saw through his disguise.
Obito's eyes… were none other than a pair of Rinnegan with tomoe spinning in their depths!
Noticing Nagato's gaze, Obito spoke with a complicated expression.
"It's a long story."
"Once I restore your left eye, I'll explain everything to you."
Nagato pondered for a moment before nodding.
"Alright."
After a brief silence, he slowly said,
"I don't want to use someone else's eyes anymore. I want my own eyes back."
Obito placed a hand over Nagato's empty eye socket and asked again,
"Are you sure?"
Without hesitation, Nagato replied,
"I'm sure. Do it."
Obito nodded slightly and activated Yin-Yang Release.
Yin Release governs the spiritual, shaping form from the formless.Yang Release governs the physical, breathing life into that form.
From nothingness, it creates all things and grants them life—such is the power of Yin-Yang Release.
Obito withdrew his hand and smiled.
"Alright. Try it out—do things look clear, or are you feeling dizzy?"
Nagato looked around for a while before sighing with genuine emotion.
"Having both eyes is much more comfortable… I don't have to turn my head sideways to look at people anymore."
Saying that, he grumbled with some frustration,
"You wouldn't believe it."
"Half the people in the village used to say I was acting all high and mighty because I never looked at them directly..."
[Haha, the 'God' not looking people in the eye—absolutely perfect!]
Obito couldn't hold back and burst into laughter.
"Hahahaha! Sorry."
"I know I shouldn't be laughing, but I just can't help it!"
Nagato clicked his tongue in annoyance.
[This little brat… He's actually enjoying my misfortune…]
He reached into a drawer and took out a mirror, gazing at his reflection.
As his fingers traced over his now dark irises, a ripple stirred in his heart.
[I have the same beautiful black eyes as Mother…]
After a long silence.
Nagato put the mirror away and turned his heterochromatic gaze toward Obito.
"Alright… Now tell me about those eyes of yours."
Obito's expression grew solemn, and he spoke in a low voice,
"Even if you hadn't asked, I would have told you. Because this matter…"
"...involves the person who once used you as a pawn—Uchiha Madara!"
Nagato: "!!"
"It all started with my first encounter with Uchiha Madara— A meeting that led to negotiations… and then a battle."
As Obito narrated, his words painted a vivid and dramatic tale in Nagato's mind.
"Through countless struggles of wits and power, I realized that even Madara was just another pawn, manipulated by someone else."
Nagato: "!!"
For some reason, he suddenly had the strange feeling that he was part of some endless cycle of manipulation.
And that feeling only deepened when Obito went on to explain about Black Zetsu, about Kaguya Ōtsutsuki…
…and about the Ōtsutsuki clan that was even more terrifying than Kaguya herself.
By the time Obito finished, Nagato's head was spinning, his expression gradually turning numb.
[Just let the world end already… I'm exhausted.]
After a brief pause—giving Nagato time to process everything—Obito continued,
"Later, the two of us joined forces and foiled Kaguya's plans, seizing her power for ourselves."
"But after all that… I just couldn't bring myself to kill Madara."
At this, Obito sighed, his voice heavy with emotion.
"Do you blame me for that?"
A faint smile appeared on Nagato's lips. He patted Obito's shoulder and said,
"How could I blame you?"
"Even if our roles were reversed, I would have made the same choice—because it was the right decision."
"The past should stay in the past. This chain of hatred and pain… Let me be the one to break it."
Obito's eyes wavered with emotion, and he couldn't help but sigh in admiration.
"… No wonder Lord Jiraiya once wrote a book inspired by you, hoping it could change the world."
Nagato chuckled and teased,
"If you're not talking about Icha Icha Paradise, then yes, The Tale of the Gutsy Ninja is a book I quite like."
"The era of mutual understanding my master wrote about… I, too, yearn for it."
"Even though it seems impossible, if it's something my teacher believed in… then as his disciple, I can only have unwavering faith."
With everything laid out between them, and Nagato having fully understood him, Obito finally felt as if a weight had been lifted from his heart. His usual mischievous grin returned.
"By the way, I have some good news for you."
"I might be about to become Hokage!"
...
Meanwhile, at Uchiha Madara's base…
Orochimaru was fleeing in utter disgrace.
But no matter where he ran,
Madara would always appear right in front of him, blocking his path.
With an ugly expression, Orochimaru spoke,
"Madara-sama, I have no intention of opposing you. Please… just let me go."
Madara ignored his plea and instead spoke coldly,
"Think carefully about what I just told you—then reflect on it properly."
Orochimaru let out a bitter laugh, his voice tinged with despair.
"I truly don't understand what you're talking about, Lord Madara!"
Madara placed one hand on Orochimaru's head, his grip gradually tightening.
"In that case… you will never escape this cycle. Because your fate is already in my hands."
"Remain trapped in this loop—until you finally see and accept your true self."
And with that—
Madara's fingers clenched down, crushing Orochimaru's skull.
"Ahhh!!"
Orochimaru let out a scream—
But in the very next instant…
He found himself standing there, completely unharmed!
And Madara was right in front of him once again, speaking in the same cold tone.
"Think carefully about what I just told you—then reflect on it properly."
Orochimaru's face twisted in horror.
"W-What… What is this?!"
...
In the real world—
Madara had one hand placed on Orochimaru's head, a mocking smirk on his lips.
[Head pats and a firm rejection. No more fights.]
With just a simple touch, he had activated an Uchiha clan forbidden technique—
Izanami.
A terrifying dojutsu that forcibly trapped its target in an endless loop… until they acknowledged their true fate.
If they failed to do so, they would remain imprisoned forever.
As a price for casting this technique, Madara's right eye darkened and lost all light.
But he didn't care.
Casually plucking out the now-blind eye, he tossed it aside—
Then placed a hand over his empty socket and activated Yin-Yang Release.
Moments later, a brand new right eye appeared.
Though it had yet to open—
It was completely his own. And within it… lay infinite possibilities.
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