Simultaneous Transmigration: Freedom Across the Heavens

A soft, sweet moan escaped her lips.

When Nohara Rin woke up, her vision was blurry, her head was dizzy and throbbing, and she felt as if all her strength had been drained, leaving her extremely weak.

"You're awake, Lin." Bai Li heard the noise, turned his head slightly, and glanced at the girl on his right shoulder.

Nohara Rin was stunned for a moment before realizing that she was lying on Shirai's back. She was startled at first, and then instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her pale cheeks flushing slightly.

She clearly remembered being ambushed and knocked unconscious by the Mist Ninja, so how did she end up on Shirai's back?

"Did you save me, Shirai-kun?" Nohara Rin asked softly.

"Not just me, but Kakashi too."

Bai Li smiled and replied, "By the way, Lin, just call me Bai Li, no need to be so formal."

"Mmm!" Nohara Rin nodded her little head, looked up at Kakashi who was running alongside her, and said softly, "Thank you, Hakuri, and Kakashi, thank you for coming to save me."

Kakashi paused slightly, his lips twitched beneath his mask, and he gave a soft "hmm." A complex emotion flickered in his eyes—a mixture of relief, disappointment, and a touch of bitterness he himself didn't even realize.

"Rin, you're still very weak, don't talk too much. We'll be back at the Konoha camp soon."

"it is good."

Nohara Rin shyly buried her head on Shirai's shoulder, not only because she was weak, but also because the close contact with Shirai's body, coupled with the occasional shaking during their run, made her heart race and her cheeks flush.

Bai Li justified himself by saying, "We're just trying to escape. We're ninjas, we don't care about such things!"

After a two-hour drive, the outline of the Konoha camp came into view.

Kakashi glanced at Nohara Rin, who was already asleep on Shirai's back, his expression becoming increasingly complicated behind his mask.

It always feels like a kindergarten kid who says they're the best in the world, but then you become friends with someone else. It's a feeling you can't quite put your finger on.

"I went to report to Master Minato about the Mist Ninja and the Three-Tails."

After leaving behind a single sentence, Kakashi hurriedly fled, not even knowing why he was running away.

Bai Li pursed his lips. When it comes to pursuing girls, it's a matter of speed; if you're quick, you'll succeed, but if you're slow, you won't.

While you're still hesitating, someone else might have already beaten you to it and gotten to a level of closeness that you can only dream of.

Without thinking further, Bai Li carried the sleeping Nohara Rin on his back and headed straight for the camp's medical room.

The medical room was filled with the smell of medicine.

Nohara Rin lay quietly on the hospital bed, her small eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"Don't worry, her injuries aren't serious."

Yakushi Nonou walked over, her palm glowing with pale green chakra, and examined Rin's body again: "She's just exhausted, plus slightly eroded by the sealing technique. With some rest, she'll be completely healed."

"Thank you very much, team leader of pharmacists."

Bai Li nodded slightly, his gaze falling on Yakushi Nonou, yet another victim of dark politics.

Who told me to be so compassionate? I'll just lend her a hand when the time comes; it's no big deal.

Meanwhile, the mountain cemetery.

Madara Uchiha had his eyes closed. He had already learned from Black Zetsu that the sealing of the Mist Ninja had failed, the Three-Tails had gone berserk, and Rin Nohara had been rescued.

A moment later, Madara Uchiha opened his eyes, his expression dark and inscrutable: "Who is Hakuri Hatake?"

Black Zetsu knelt on the ground with his head bowed: "Lord Madara, this was my mistake. I thought he was just an insignificant nobody, but I never expected him to ruin Lord Madara's important plans."

"There's no point in saying any more!"

Madara Uchiha looked at Obito Uchiha, who was still unconscious, and clenched his withered fingers. Unfortunately, he didn't have enough time left.

"Black Zetsu, go and fetch the pair of eyes that I have treasured."

"Yes, Lord Madara."

Black Zetsu returned shortly after leaving, carrying two glass bottles containing two Mangekyou Sharingan eyes.

"Lord Madara." Black Zetsu respectfully handed it over.

Madara Uchiha took the glass bottle, a fleeting look of nostalgia crossing his face. He acted decisively, gouging out his original eyes and pressing the Mangekyou Sharingan from the bottle into his eye sockets.

This is the characteristic of the Mangekyou Sharingan: it's plug-and-play!

In the darkness, two scarlet eyes suddenly lit up, eerie and terrifying.

Madara Uchiha pushed away Black Zetsu, who tried to help him up, and walked shakily to the stone bed. He said to Black Zetsu, "Black Zetsu, after I die, place this right eye into Obito's eye. Also, keep an eye on him."

"Lord Madara, I am the embodiment of your will."

Black Zetsu spoke respectfully, but inwardly he screamed: I pledge my loyalty to Mother!

Madara Uchiha stopped talking and slapped Obito Uchiha across the face.

The sound of a snap was particularly loud in the deathly silent space.

Obito Uchiha woke up, still groggy, and felt a burning pain on his left cheek: "Ouch, what happened to me?"

"Ha!" Madara Uchiha sneered, the four tomoe in his Mangekyou Sharingan spinning rapidly as he said, "Obito, look at me."

Obito Uchiha turned his head in confusion, his gaze meeting a pair of scarlet eyes. His head buzzed, and his consciousness fell into an endless illusion.

A tear of blood flowed from Madara Uchiha's left eye, and he permanently lost his sight.

Kid, aren't you still hung up on Nohara Rin? Aren't you obsessed with protecting her?

Then I'll let you watch her again and again in endless illusions, as she flirts with other people, gets married, and has children.

Watch her completely forget you, until you completely break down and fully accept this 'reality'!

Hehehe... Such despair, such pain, is what makes you, a pathetic wretch abandoned by the world, worthy of such despair!

Tragedy is your ultimate destiny!

"Izanami?"

Black Zetsu exclaimed in shock, "Lord Madara, if this happens, will Obito still be able to wake up?"

"Cough cough cough..."

Madara Uchiha coughed violently, black blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. His forced use of Izanami brought his already limited life to an end, like a candle flame in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

"I planted an illusion in this right eye."

His voice trailed off, his breath coming in short gasps: "Remember...you must remind him to replenish the pupil's power...every time..."

He finished speaking the last word.

Madara Uchiha lowered his head and stopped breathing completely.

A hero perished here, dying silently in this dark cave, unknown to anyone.

"Madara-sama?"

Black Zetsu first called out to him softly, but when he didn't respond, he mustered up his courage and went to his side to check on him. Only after confirming that he was dead did he straighten up.

The respect on his face vanished, replaced by a strange smile.

Black Zetsu grabbed Madara Uchiha's body, casually tossed it into the coffin that had been prepared nearby, and swiftly closed the lid.

Finally dead. Uchiha Madara, you can now enjoy your time as the "Dance King" in the underworld, awaiting my next summons.

"Hehehehehehe".

Black Zetsu turned to look at Obito Uchiha and let out a strange laugh: "This feeling of manipulating the ninja world is simply wonderful!"

In the illusion, the sky was clear and the air was fresh.

The streets of Konoha Village were decorated with festive cheer, pink petals fluttered down in the wind, and melodious music filled every corner.

Obito Uchiha stood frozen in place, unable to move an inch.

Not far away, the wedding venue was brightly lit and filled with guests, with Konoha ninjas offering their blessings with smiles.

And the figure he had etched into his very bones, the one he had tried his best to protect, was now arm in arm with someone else, slowly walking down the wedding aisle.

Nohara Rin was wearing a pure white dress, her long hair flowing over her shoulders, her smile bright and gentle, her expression shy and happy.

That was a sight Obito Uchiha had never seen before, so dazzling, so moving—yet it did not belong to him.

I'm just a guest, no, not even a guest!

Lin linked arms with Shirai Hatake.

The two walked side by side, their steps perfectly in sync, a handsome couple, seemingly destined to be together.

"No!" Obito roared to the sky, his voice hoarse and broken.

Snowflakes are falling, the north wind is howling...

Within the illusion, the scenes constantly shift and change.

He saw Bai Li holding Lin's hand, making a promise under the wishing tree;

Seeing the two walking side by side on the streets of Konoha, chatting and laughing;

When Lin fell ill, Bai Li stayed by her bedside and took meticulous care of her.

Seeing them having children, the family of three, happy and harmonious, their faces full of joy.

And he, Obito Uchiha, was always just an observer, a superfluous person.

Why??

Obito completely broke down, screaming in anguish, "I met you first! I liked you first!!"

A line of bloody tears flowed from his eyes. Due to excessive excitement and despair, his Sharingan began to sting violently. A point of scarlet slowly emerged, eventually forming a twisted three-curved blade. The Mangekyou Sharingan was born.

Darkness, like a tide, gradually engulfed Obito Uchiha.

This world is fake!!