Obito fell to the ground in tattered clothes, surrounded by detonating symbols, shurikens, and large amounts of blood melting into the earth. He looked sadly at the helpless screams in front of him.
Obito: Hatsuyuki, don't leave!
The kimono was as white as snow, with golden vines outlined on the cuffs and skirt. The gentle breeze blew the silky silver hair down to the knees, and the wooden clogs made a clear clicking sound. Chuxue stopped and turned around, looking at Obito sadly with her big white eyes.
Chuxue: But Lin...
Taking off his windshield, Obito's face was filled with tears. He stretched out his left hand to Hatsuyuki in despair, praying with a trembling hoarse voice.
Obito: Stay with me, don't leave!
Chuxue: I can't be sorry to Lin
Dots of sunlight filtered through the dense leaves and fell on Obito Hatsuyuki.