Naruto: With Favorabiltity System

Chapter 453: The Sage's Trump Card—"Revive, My Rin!"

"The Heavenly Marsh Spear hasn't shattered yet. Obito, your resolve is far stronger than I expected," Haneda remarked.

"But what about this?"

Haneda grasped the Truth-Seeking Orbs floating around him, spinning several in his hands.

A green light spiraled into a massive vortex, forming a powerful tornado the moment it materialized.

"Silver Wheel Reincarnation Explosion!"

The tornado's speed was so fast that Obito barely had time to react.

By the time he attempted to use the Six Paths' power for defense, the tornado had already descended upon him.

The Silver Wheel Reincarnation Explosion barreled forward with unstoppable momentum, slamming against the Heavenly Marsh Spear in Obito's hands.

For a moment, the seemingly indestructible spear wavered under the immense pressure. Cracks began to form.

Creaaak!

The section of the spear in contact with the tornado was torn apart.

Obito's eyes widened, revealing blood-red streaks as the storm's ferocity broke through the spear's defenses and struck him in the chest.

The once-omnipotent Obito, suspended in the air, plummeted to the ground like a fallen god, raising a cloud of dust.

"Before my dream is realized, I will not fall!"

Images flashed through Obito's mind:

Haneda standing on the Hokage Rock, gazing over Konoha and the distant horizon. Kakashi silently standing before a grave, unmoving until the sun set.

Orphaned children, much like his younger self, waiting at their doors for fathers who would never return—comforted only by strangers and meager village subsidies.

Some families, due to their bloodline or negligence from the system, received little to no aid.

Ninjas left disabled by war, staring at their tarnished headbands and the graves of comrades, drowning in painful memories.

To escape their pain, these individuals often became teachers, only to send their students to war, perpetuating the cycle.

War left nothing but ruin and sorrow, a tragedy that extended beyond the battlefield to the villages, towns, and rural areas.

Families unable to afford contraceptives brought children into a life they couldn't sustain, leading some to commit the unthinkable: drowning their newborns.

Those crippled by disease, who could no longer endure being a burden to their families, ended their lives with a piece of cloth, a basin of water, or a blade.

...

Obito had seen too much darkness, walking the world as "Uchiha Madara," both witnessing and perpetuating the cycle of despair.

He knew there was no hope in the current reality. Only the Infinite Tsukuyomi, which could bring everyone to a dreamlike paradise, could solve everything at its core.

It wasn't just for others—his motives weren't entirely selfless.

Obito raised his head abruptly, his eyes scanning Haneda, Kakashi, Minato, and the battlefield around him.

Finally, his mind returned to the mental image of a fragmented photo—Rin's face, pieced together like a puzzle.

"I won't fall! Not before my dream is realized! I will stand again! I will fight again!"

"Rin… Haneda… Kakashi… Minato-sensei… and all those who suffer like I have!"

"Infinite Tsukuyomi… two more minutes! Just two more minutes!!!"

Obito's voice grew guttural as the fractured Heavenly Marsh Spear mended itself in his hands, standing firm once more. Its aura began to surpass even Haneda's Silver Wheel Reincarnation Explosion, fueled by his nearly unbreakable resolve.

"Obito's will is even stronger now!"

Kakashi shielded himself from the battle's shockwaves, observing the fierce clash. Unease flickered across his mind.

Will Haneda's plan really work?

Obito's determination seemed unshakable. Perhaps only after Infinite Tsukuyomi had run its course would this battle truly end...

Minato's gaze, fixed on Obito, faltered slightly.

He saw in Obito's eyes the same intense longing he had once seen during the Third Great Ninja War—when Obito had gazed upon a wounded Haneda and a guilt-ridden Kakashi, vowing to grow stronger.

But now, that resolve burned even brighter, rivaling Minato's own willingness to sacrifice for the village.

As the battlefield settled, Obito remained standing, despite the dust and the countless forces surrounding him.

Seeing this, Haneda raised an eyebrow and asked, "Is there truly no turning back? The Infinite Tsukuyomi is nothing more than—"

Before he could finish, Obito's hoarse voice cut through.

"Is there even a point in words anymore? You have your ideals, and I have my path."

"We're both fighting not just for ourselves, but for those who suffer."

"I understand you, Haneda."

"And precisely because I understand, I must stand against you and defeat you."

"I have reasons I cannot back down, even if it costs me… my life!"

Haneda stared at Obito for a long moment before letting out a quiet sigh.

"I had hoped I wouldn't have to use this…"

Haneda raised his index finger, and a vortex tore open beside him, forming a void-like black hole.

A coffin emerged, sliding out from the vortex.

When the lid creaked open, Obito's expression froze.

Confusion, disbelief, and incomprehension flickered across his face, quickly followed by shock and anger.

Finally, his gaze returned to disbelief as he looked up at Haneda, who hovered in the sky like a divine figure.

"You've changed, Haneda…"

Obito now understood the core of Haneda's plan.

He understood it—and yet he didn't.

Throughout his life, Obito had always viewed Haneda as a symbol of effort, a goal to strive toward—a standard to measure himself by.

From their days as academy students to his years as "Madara," that view had never changed.

But to see Haneda desecrate the memory of a friend like this, even for Obito's sake, was unthinkable.

Haneda's hands formed familiar seals, and the Rinnegan glimmered as the coffin's occupant—Rin—was linked to the realm of the living.

Her cold body began to warm, her chest rising and falling with the rhythm of a heartbeat.

Obito's heart pounded wildly.

Though part of him anticipated Rin's revival, another part feared it.

How could he face her now?

He was no longer the idealistic, kind-hearted boy Rin had admired. He was a harbinger of death, a warmonger.

And yet... all he had done was for the love he held in his heart.

Obito's emotions churned as he looked at Haneda with a complex expression.

Haneda… despite everything… had done it all for his sake.

But still…

"Was it worth it?" Obito murmured.