The same process repeated itself after Obito's so-called 'interrogation,' but this time it was far more painful. Initially, he had dismissed the headaches as a side effect, but soon enough, his condition deteriorated. Nosebleeds became a regular occurrence, and his already limited appetite vanished completely. Weakness washed over him, leaving him feeling drained and helpless.
"Am I dying?" Obito couldn't help but wonder aloud. The mist was taking an increasingly heavy toll on his body, and it seemed like there was no escaping its relentless grip.
Obito coughed, a harsh reminder of his constant exposure to the mysterious mist. The floor of his cell was perpetually shrouded in the thick haze, and he couldn't escape it. Every breath he took was tainted by the mist, seeping into his lungs. He rested his head on his knees, feeling helpless.
There wasn't much he could do in this situation, and Obito's thoughts drifted as he contemplated his grim reality.
Obito's mind wandered through the hazy corridors of his memories, searching for the elusive answer to the question that had popped into his head. He thought back to his days on Team Minato, to the missions they had undertaken together. And then, like a distant echo, a face began to emerge from the depths of his recollections.
"Who is this blonde that we keep seeing?" he wondered aloud, his voice barely a whisper in the stifling air of his cell. The blonde figure with the teleportation technique had been a frequent presence in their missions, but Obito couldn't quite place a name or a background to the face. It was a puzzle piece that didn't quite fit, a missing link in his fragmented memories.
As Obito delved deeper into the recesses of his memory, more pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place. Alongside the blonde figure, there were two other faces that had been constants in his past missions: a white-haired boy and a girl. The girl, in particular, stood out in his mind, though he couldn't quite pinpoint what made her so special.
