Even though they'd said "let's talk," once the fight ended and both lowered their guards, Uchiha Obito stayed silent—and kept his distance.
Even when Uchiha Yorin called out, "Isn't it tiring to yell from so far away?" Obito pretended not to hear.
Yeah right—no way was he getting within stabbing range of the Flame Claw of Konoha. One brain-farted lunge from that guy and the "gentle world for Rin" would be tofu crumbs.
Since Obito wouldn't come over, Yorin had to break the awkward silence himself.
"So—you're alive, you've gotten crazy strong, and you're not going back to the village. That makes you a rogue-nin.
Do you resent the Uchiha? The village? Or the Fourth Hokage?"
Obito paused, then answered:
"The world."
"...Wow."
Even prepared, Yorin couldn't help the surprised sound. He followed up:
"So what—ready to hear me out and work with me to change this world?"
"—Absolutely not. Because your path is wrong. This world is beyond saving. No patchwork can fix it!"
Obito got worked up again on that topic.
"And… how did you reach that conclusion?" Yorin asked. He knew arguing with a guy whose brain had slipped a gear was pointless, but he couldn't resist needling him:
"You haven't even tried—how can you say the world's beyond saving?"
"Oh? Then enlighten me—what makes you think it isn't? I've seen tragedy upon tragedy—this world's screams—"
"—And you saw plenty of that before Rin died, didn't you? Yet you were still just a goofy kid." Yorin cut in. "It was Rin, right? Rin's death is what led you here.
Rin dies, you fall into total despair and twist up inside—fine. But 'Rin died' and 'the whole world is beyond saving'… bit of a gap in scale, don't you think?
The Fourth arrived late and failed to save you—regret awakened a space–time jutsu faster than Flying Thunder God. Resenting the Fourth? Understandable.
The village forced your squad to face enemies way above your weight—resenting the village? Understandable.
The Uchiha didn't back you, let you take suicidal missions—resenting the clan? Also understandable.
Resent Iwa, resent Kiri—even resent all ninja? Sure.
But the world… aren't you maybe…?" Yorin tapped his own forehead, one step short of saying, "Are you an idiot?"
"I am not! You underestimate me!" Obito snapped. Then he smirked, looking at Yorin with pity. "I act because I've seen the world's truth. If you had these eyes, you'd know I'm right.
It's the Uchiha's ultimate secret. The ultimate plan to bring eternal peace and happiness."
Finally, they were here: Infinite Tsukuyomi.
Yorin couldn't help a sigh.
Even if you didn't know this was Zetsu's scheme to revive Kaguya, thinking for two seconds shows how busted the plan is.
It would destroy the world.
People trapped in dreamland live "happily ever after," while their real bodies lie utterly defenseless. No food, no water—hit by a flash flood, an earthquake, a mudslide? GG.
What about the patients on life support?
The workers hanging off a tower?
The guy steering a ship…
There are too many cases like that; sit and you'll think of a dozen more.
Yorin casually tossed out a couple questions—enough to light Obito's fuse.
"These are necessary sacrifices! You think I haven't thought of that?"
"Yes," Yorin said. "You haven't."
Obito: "…"
"Changing the world is a long, complicated, painful, winding process," Yorin went on. "There's no overnight fix, no shortcut, no magic button you press and bam—paradise. Obito, you're on a bad road.
It is because of Rin, isn't it? Because she died you—alright, alright, I'll stop. Don't look at me like I killed your wife."
Taunting someone over their rawest wound is fun—until it isn't. Yorin shut up. They glared at each other for a while, mutual disgust simmering.
"Looks like we're not talking this out," Yorin said.
"Seems so," Obito agreed.
Two Uchiha fell silent, each confirming that the one across from him was the biggest obstacle on his personal "save the world" path.
So… fight again?
No. Not without overwhelming odds.
Lose here and everything's over.
Walk away like nothing happened?
That felt wrong too.
If lofty ideals wouldn't budge, then talk practicals.
Obito: "The Hokage will move against the Uchiha sooner or later. What will you do then?"
Yorin: "You plan to fight the Five Great Villages alone? Not afraid of getting beaten to death?"
Obito: "Work with me against the Hokage—then the Uchiha will survive."
Yorin: "Work for me as mercenaries. Take the jobs no one wants. Big bonuses, solid pay."
Obito: "Too vague."
Yorin: "Too little sincerity."
Obito: "…"
Yorin: "…"
They laid out their asks and offers—and still just disliked each other. Yorin wanted to freeload off Obito; Obito wanted to use Yorin. Calling them Tom and Jerry doesn't capture even a fraction of the bad faith on both sides.
"At least tell me about Amegakure," Yorin said. "I'm very curious about Akatsuki."
"Heh-heh-heh~"
"Find out yourself," Obito snorted. He wanted to see Nagato and Yorin clash; either one dying wouldn't bother him.
With another Kamui twist, Obito vanished, leaving only: "You'll regret this, Yorin!"
"Tsk, tsk," Yorin clicked his tongue.
Is it too late to drop ninjutsu and main Mouth Style?
Forget it.
Thinking it through, Naruto's "talk-no-jutsu" probably wasn't talk at all—it was Kotoamatsukami.
Yeah—Kotoamatsukami. He rewrote their minds and made them think they were persuaded by a speech.
That has to be it. The dark secret of Naruto!