[Naruto] I, the winner in life, am forced to destroy the world

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Who can save him

That godlike good boy

Who can give him the Spider's Silk?

Pull him out of this filthy hell

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"spot."

I walked up to him and he opened his eyes and stared at me.

"Let's have a good chat."

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"------"

"It's no longer necessary, teacher."

I followed the sound and opened my eyes instantly. The boy's remaining right eye was bleeding, and his expression was sad and dull, no longer the sunshine in his memory.

He stepped forward barefoot, as if walking on a dark, starless road, heading towards hell.

'Can not go back. '

I don’t know why, but this sentence echoed in my heart.

"Teacher, I am in hell now." He said softly.

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"Obito" I whispered.

I looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar boy, wondering what happened to make the sun set and make that innocent boy look so desperate.

"Don't call me that!" he shouted loudly, showing a forbearing look, as if he was hurt by his own name.

He begged, "Teacher."

I didn't say anything anymore, but looked at him steadily.

"Lin was killed by Kakashi." His voice trembled, as if he was enduring unbearable pain.

"But I know it's not Kakashi's fault."

"This world is wrong! Let companions kill each other, have to give up each other, kill each other, and struggle painfully between reason and emotion."

"I will never admit this kind of world!"

The young man's voice was filled with mad hatred, but his expression was fragile, as if he was about to be broken.

I felt my throat was dry, and the surging pain in the boy's eyes almost overwhelmed me. The heavy spell power awakening in him also made me realize how painful the suffering that had befallen him was.

"Obito, isn't your dream to become Hokage? If you look back now, you can still realize it." I held up the boy's past ideals and tried to hold him back.

"No, 'Hokage' is trash, garbage. He can't do anything and can't protect anyone." Obito said sternly, mercilessly denouncing the ideals of the past.

"I no longer want to be Hokage."

The boy's shattered dreams were reduced to a flash of blood in his eyes.

"Obito, although Rin is gone, you and Kakashi are still alive, as are Minato and me." I was silent for a while and then said again.

"Go back, Obito, you still have a bright future."

I stretched out my hand, but the boy stared at me silently.

"Teacher, I don't want to live in this hellish world anymore."

He sighed tiredly.

Madara smiled with satisfaction.

My heart sank.

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"Tell me how to create that utopia, Madara."

Obito's empty pupils seemed to have caught a ray of light, allowing him to rekindle the flame: "I want to create a world where everyone can be happy."

I closed my eyes.

We made an agreement that Obito would come back alive, but the boy died on the battlefield after all.

War is cruel and ruthless.

"No, let me do it." I opened my eyes, "Madara, I promise to be your heir."

"Oh?" Madara's single eye flashed with a strange smile, "Are you finally willing?"

"Ah, this is my mission." I looked at him deeply, knowing that I might have fallen into his net along his tricks, but after all, I couldn't bear for my disciples to embark on the path of Shura.

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"Teacher, this is my wish. I want to participate in the Eye of the Moon Project." Obito suddenly turned his head and lowered his voice with dissatisfaction.

I reluctantly raised the corners of my lips and showed a pale smile: "I'm sorry, Obito."

"You deserve a future that sparkles like a gem."

Obito seemed to understand something, his eyes suddenly seemed like an abyss, but he was so sad that he was about to shed tears.

Madara's voice suddenly interrupted: "No, he is right, Hasumi, you can no longer be trusted."

"If you want to participate, you can, but it must be led by Uchiha Obito." He said coldly.

I turned to look at Madara and pretended to smile nonchalantly: "You don't think your long-cherished wish can be fulfilled by a young boy, do you? Madara."

"Teacher!" Obito shouted with a frown.

"Isn't this you? His teacher, my most perfect heir." Madara's voice was still smiling.

Obito looked at me in disbelief.

"That's right, Obito, you still don't know your teacher's real name, right?" Madara glanced at Obito and said in a deep voice:

"——"Uchiha Hasumi". "

"That's who he really is."

"He is your blood relative and your teacher. He will be your best helper in the future."