strictlysupreme Chapter 873 Sensitive
Chapter 873 Sensitive
"Aren't you being too sensitive? Lord Madara still needs us to report information to him," White Zetsu urged.
Black Zetsu remained silent for a moment before slowly slithering into the tree trunk. Although reason told him that there was no chance of survival under Dust Release, the vague unease of being a mastermind who had survived for a thousand years was like a thorn pricking his suspicious nerves.
"Maybe I'm overthinking it... but in the ninja world, seeing isn't always believing. If that kid is really dead, that's fine, but if he's not..."
The sound disappeared underground along with Jue's figure, leaving only this devastated forest to silently witness everything that had just happened.
At the foot of the rocky hill near Kannabi Bridge, dust filled the air, along with the earthy smell and a faint stench of blood.
The earth was still trembling slightly, the aftershocks of the collapsed boulder. In the shadows of this chaotic ruin, two inhuman figures lay silently in wait.
"Oh dear, is that Uchiha brat? He looks doomed." White Zetsu twisted his body exaggeratedly, his pale face showing a frivolous look of watching a spectacle. "Half of his body is crushed, and his internal organs are probably shattered all over the place. Black Zetsu, aren't we going to make a move? Lord Madara is quite interested in him."
As he spoke, White Zetsu was about to emerge from underground, seemingly wanting to "save" the poor boy.
"Fool, don't move." Black Zetsu coldly stopped him, his single yellow eye revealing a chilling coldness and composure. "Sensitize carefully. Obito Uchiha's right half is not completely necrotic. Don't forget, he has your cells transplanted into his body. That kind of vitality is enough to keep him alive."
Black Zetsu was like a block of cold, black ice, staring intently at the crack beneath the ruins: "It's not time yet. Despair often arises the moment hope is shattered. We need to wait, wait for the moment when he completely plunges into darkness."
On the other side of the battlefield, in a secluded spot in the shade of a tree canopy, Zhang Hai endured the stinging pain in his eyes and the weakness in his body, suppressing his aura to the limit. He, too, was watching everything unfold, witnessing the scene that was about to change the history of the ninja world. He knew Black Zetsu was nearby, so he didn't even dare to scan the area directly with his eyes, relying solely on his senses to perceive the unfolding tragedy.
Beneath the ruins, the light was dim.
A massive rock pressed mercilessly down on Obito's right side, staining the ground beneath him with blood. The excruciating pain was already fading his consciousness, but as he looked at Kakashi and Rin Nohara, who were weeping, he managed a weak smile.
"Kakashi... don't make that face..." Obito's voice was weak, like a candle flickering in the wind, "You are... a remarkable Jonin now..."
“Obito…I…” Kakashi knelt on the ground, his usual composure completely shattered, regret gnawing at his heart like a venomous snake. “If only I had come sooner…if only I had listened to you…”
“Oh right… I forgot…” Obito interrupted Kakashi’s self-reproach as he gasped for breath, “Only I… haven’t given you… the gift for your promotion to Jonin…”
Kakashi froze, tears blurring his vision.
“I’ve thought about it for a long time… and I’m still thinking about what to give you…” Obito’s intact left eye slowly turned and looked at Kakashi’s damaged and closed left eye. “Now… I’ve thought of something… I’ll give you my Sharingan…”
"No matter what the villagers say... you are an extraordinary Jonin... this is... my feeling."
The air seemed to freeze for a moment. Zhang Hai listened to those lines, already memorized by heart, from a distance, yet a complex, indescribable emotion still welled up within him. This was a gift from fate, and also the beginning of a curse.
“Rin…” Obito looked at the girl beside him.
Rin Nohara was already sobbing uncontrollably, but her professional instincts as a medical ninja compelled her to desperately suppress her trembling hands. She understood what Obito meant.
"Use your medical ninjutsu... to transplant my Sharingan, along with its axial length, to Kakashi."
In this dimly lit, dusty, and blood-stained cramped space, a simple yet extraordinary surgery began. There were no operating lights, no sophisticated instruments, only the girl's trembling yet resolute hand, and the boy's unwavering commitment to his future.
Zhang Hai silently closed his eyes, unable to bear watching any longer, nor willing to intervene. He sensed that Black Zetsu was still coldly observing, like a greedy playwright enjoying the tragedy he had orchestrated. Zhang Hai understood that any intervention at this moment would trigger a butterfly effect, perhaps even leading to Madara's direct annihilation. He could only be a witness, witnessing the birth of the "Copy Ninja," Kakashi.
"I will be your eyes... helping you see the future clearly..."
As the surgery ended, Obito's voice grew softer and softer.
Meanwhile, the Iwa ninja outside seemed to have lost patience and launched a new round of Earth Release attacks, causing the earth to crack once again.
"Go! Take Rin with you!" Obito roared with his last ounce of strength.
Seconds later, the ground exploded.
A figure emerged from the ruins—it was Kakashi. But his demeanor was completely different now. His previously injured left eye was now wide open, and within its crimson pupil, two tomoe were slowly rotating, radiating an eerie and sorrowful light.
"Hmph, it's you again, you crybaby?" Hikari, an Iwa ninja wielding twin swords, looked at Kakashi who had rushed out, a contemptuous sneer on her lips. "What, you abandoned your comrades and ran away on your own?"
However, when his gaze fell upon Kakashi's scarlet left eye, his smile instantly froze on his face.
"That's... the Sharingan? You brat, you're not from the Uchiha clan..." The Iwa ninja gripped his blade tightly, his eyes shifting from contempt to seriousness. "Looks like something terrible has happened."
Kakashi remained silent, tears still clinging to the corners of his eyes, but his Sharingan, through those tears, locked onto the enemy before him. Anger, sorrow, and resolve—all his emotions coalesced into a palpable killing intent.
"I am going to kill you!"
Kakashi drew the short sword from his back—the chakra short sword that emitted a white light, the only relic left by "Konoha's White Fang" Sakumo Hatake, and a symbol of the Hatake clan's glory.
Figures clashed, and metal clanged.
"clang!"
The crisp cracking sound was particularly jarring on the battlefield.
Under the powerful and heavy slashes of the Iwa ninja and the counterattack of their special ninja tools, the White Fang Blade, which once struck fear into the ninja world, was unable to withstand the weight in Kakashi's hands. The blade broke apart, turning into several fragments that spun into the air before finally limply embedding themselves in the soil.
Zhang Hai, who was hiding in the shadows, suddenly contracted his pupils.
That was White Fang's knife... It was the last piece of evidence left by the senior he once admired so much, and the strongman he regretted the most in his heart.