[Naruto] Did the outdated idol die for love today?

"……It's not what you think."

After listening to her statement, Obito's tone seemed to be frozen, and his cold eyes glanced at her suddenly.

Under the mask, his voice was a little buzzing. It didn't sound like he was explaining to her, but more like he was convincing himself. If I want to give a more vivid metaphor...

She was probably just a stupid woman who got drunk and cried bitterly, "All men are dogs."

——It would be too cruel to expose him.

Sasami hesitated to speak.

No one said anything for a while, only the incandescent lamp above the head was still awake, and the pale light was extremely ruthless, casting a mottled black shadow on the ground.

The light passed over his broad back, and the dark shadow enveloped her entirely.

"Whether it's Kakashi or anyone else, it makes no difference to me."

With a slightly deliberate voice, he unconsciously grabbed his sleeves.

After a slight pause, he continued: "In the new world I created, everyone is equal. ... I will never regret giving up my past self."

Whether it was because of Madara's instructions or because of his own initiative, Obito seemed to be obsessed with the "Uchiha Madara" role-playing game. He even learned his voice perfectly, just like Uchiha Madara himself.

It was almost as if he was reminding her that Uchiha Madara would come back from the end of reincarnation sooner or later.

"Xiao Tao..." She looked indifferent, with a moody look on her face, "If you keep talking like this, it will make me lose my temper."

"..." He lowered his head and stared at her condescendingly.

"You see, this action is more like it." She curled her lips with a sneer, folded her arms, and said with a half-smile: "I didn't inherit Madara's advantages, but learned a lot of bad habits. People like you Little devil, in the future you will become..."

"...He will turn into a pot-bellied Mediterranean animal."

Obito:......

Obito chose to shut up.

What kind of ill will do you have towards the bald social beast?

Uchiha Obito is still very young and obviously does not have such troubles as baldness.

After all, before he becomes a middle-aged man and starts to go bald, all unattractive worries will disappear in the brave new world.

"How is the progress of the matter I entrusted to you last time?" he asked.

"Ah, this is..."

Current progress: Your former teammate Kakashi Hatake (1/1).

She tightened her sleeves and thought quietly.

In fact, not only did she not work, but she also got into trouble after eating and drinking at public expense. Once Obito knew about such a thing, he might not be cute and scolded her, but she didn't know.

Thinking of this, she immediately put on an expression as if nothing had happened.

"...There was a little accident." She held her forehead and said with a headache.

"What accident? Or did you get nothing at all?" he asked again.

"That's not the case." Recalling the two names that needed special attention, she nodded firmly.

"I've already met Itachi and Shisui. There doesn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary. It's just that both of them seem to have serious concerns."

Obito lowered his eyes and thought to himself.

The conflict between Konoha and Uchiha, after several generations of accumulation, has reached the critical point of eruption. The opinions within the Uchiha clan have been roughly unified, that is——

Start a coup and regain the glory and dignity of the past.

Itachi and Shisui are the tribesmen who have truly inherited the "will of fire" from their ancestors. In order to prevent things from developing into an irreversible situation, the two mediate between the village and the tribe in an attempt to maintain the shaky peace.

Unfortunately, such efforts seem to have had little effect.

In the torrent of history, any individual's struggle is like a man's hand trying to overcome the chariot.

As the conflict intensified, the hawkish forces on both sides grew stronger, and the dissatisfaction among the tribesmen increased. The time to make a decision seems to be approaching soon.

After this incident is over, the next step of the plan is——

Under the wide sleeves, Obito's hands were clenched into fists.

...He won't regret it.

The affairs of the Uchiha clan have nothing to do with him now.

According to his plan, all he had to do was go to the pile of dry firewood and ignite a tiny flame.

This flame will eventually devour the entire world.

"Shh-"

Just as he was lost in thought, the sound of a sharp weapon piercing the air suddenly came to his ears.

"...?"

A kunai flew through the air and struck at his chest. He didn't dodge, and there was a clear confidence in his brows. Such self-confidence is not stupid arrogance. For him with divine power, attacks of this level cannot touch his body at all.

The kunai passed through his chest, and even her hands did not enter his body. It was like passing through a light cloud, without causing any wounds.

He looked unkind and glanced coldly: "I thought it was just my illusion, but now I think it is really the case. You are obviously Madara's woman, why are you so hostile to me?"

"You misunderstood, Xiaotao." Under a cold glance, she shrugged and put away the kunai in her hand as if nothing had happened, "Since you are Madara's heir, you will naturally inherit my dissatisfaction with him as well. "

Saying this, she curiously reached out her hand and explored his disembodied chest.

"...Your chest is really empty."

She rolled her eyes and gradually began to make assumptions in her mind.

——Can he only insubstantialize part of his body, or can his whole body become insubstantial?

——Now that I think about it, this is how he escaped the explosion in the cave.

The warm touch was close to her body, and before she could react, Obito grabbed her wrist.

"Don't do such boring things." He said impatiently, "I'm not interested in the story between you and Madara. Although he said he would entrust you to me, my patience is also very limited, and I won't do anything to you. Please show mercy."

Seeing her looking at him blankly, he tightened his hand and his tone became colder: "Do you understand?... Liru."

When he was in the cave, he had heard Madara call her this way, so he followed suit and chose the same name as him.

But in this way, he looks more like the older of the two.

"I know." She came back to her senses and gently twisted her wrist, "...Xiao Tao, it hurts."

It had been a long time since she had heard anyone call the name "Liru", and she had mixed feelings in her heart. Feeling the dull pain climbing up from her wrist, she sighed unconsciously.

She raised her chin and motioned for him to look down.

Following her line of sight, familiar traces of blue and purple fell into Obito's eyes.

"..."

He hurriedly let go of his hand, glanced to the side, and stood silently.

"You still haven't made any progress at all, Xiao Tao." She laughed.

"I obviously regret it, but I don't want to look at me no matter what." She pointed to his chest and put her index finger on it, without penetrating it again this time.

Perhaps because of the lesson he had just experienced, he did not grab her wrist again, but let her poke her chest.

"Obviously this place is empty, but now it looks like an ordinary person. You look like..."

She curled her lips and suddenly realized, "...It's like a child who says he doesn't want something if he can't get it."

Whether it was out of anger or something that was pricking his mind, Obito's body suddenly stiffened under the slightly cold fingertips.

"As long as the world of infinite Tsukuyomi is realized, the hole in my heart will gradually be healed!"

Under the cover of the mask, his only Sharingan became increasingly bright red. Driven by inexplicable emotions, he came closer to her, forcing her to take a step back and fall back on the chair in the dressing room.

"You won't understand me. It doesn't matter if you don't understand. I don't care about this kind of thing anymore——"

As he spoke, his voice suddenly stopped.

The woman lying on the seat raised her head and looked directly into his eyes with a faint smile.

"You are wrong, Xiaotao." She pointed to her chest and said, "Of course the hole here needs to be filled with love."

Somehow, Obito recalled her sweet smile as if she had gotten her wish when she and Madara died together. The smile was like a gleam of light, passing away among the dust thrown up by the explosion.

To this day, that smile still calmed his inner turmoil and gradually restored his sanity.

"...Like you and Madara?"

After hesitating for a long time, Obito asked.

"No." She poked his waist, supported her head with her hands, tilted her head and looked back at him, "Well, he's not that kind of man. He said he wouldn't wait for me, so he really didn't care about me. , before he died, he had to look reluctant to give up and deceive my feelings, which is really hypocritical."

A look of ridicule flashed across her face quickly, almost like a fleeting hallucination.

"Since you are dead, please repent to me at the end of reincarnation."

The bright light shines on her body, and she holds her face with her small knuckled hands. The gap is like red ink that has been blurred. The edge where the two meet is the deepest, and slowly spreads to the surroundings, even the other half of her face is covered. The color is bright red.

His figure was reflected in her eyes, and those eyes were like mirrors in an illusion, unexpectedly revealing his true appearance.

——No, it’s not an illusion.

he thought in hindsight.

It was she who took off his mask.

"Your expression seems to be saying, 'Who will fill this hole?'" She threw the mask on the dressing table and said with a smile, "Although I am not interested in young people who are in the second period of middle school, but If you call me 'sister', I will agree to it immediately."

——Although his real age is already that of an old woman, if this kid dares to call him something strange, then let him die.

She suppressed the coldness in her heart and maintained a mask-like business smile.

"...You definitely can't do it."

After being silent for a while, he said something he didn't mean, but he leaned over again without any hesitation.

"Then give it a try," she said softly.

The well-proportioned body left the seat, and the bones and flesh were evenly displayed in front of him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, stood on her tiptoes and kissed him.

Obito did not push her away, but instead wrapped his arms around her waist unfamiliarly, providing her with a fulcrum, and then accepted her kiss cooperatively.

——This kid just doesn’t like his integrity.

She breathed a sigh of relief and fell into his arms like a broken flower branch, her body twisting into a fragile and beautiful arc.

Perhaps because of their first kiss, Obito did not close his eyes, but stared intently at her curved back. This fragile beauty caught his eye, but his intuition reminded him that this woman was far less powerless than her weak appearance.

"You're not paying attention, Xiao Tao."

She bit his lip absentmindedly.

Like a mother's compassion, a sister's care, and a lover's whispers, his helplessness reminded her of her long-ago childhood, when he was just a weak boy, lying on the bed and letting her do whatever she wanted like a doll.

To her, he would remain a boy until his death.

She half-closed her eyes and deepened the kiss.

Obito is a smart child. After some training from Madara, he quickly learned to draw inferences from one example.

She tried to lick his lips, and he stuck out his tongue without any instructions, forcefully inserted it into her mouth, and skillfully opened the gap between her teeth.

After a random kiss, not long after, the two finally stopped panting.

"...Is this really your first time?" With a strange look on her face, she raised her hand and put it on the back of the other person's hand.

Although she was quite young in every aspect, Obito's hands were very conscious, sliding down between kisses and resting on her... well, her buttocks.

Sasami:......

Young man, put your male instincts back on you.