Facing Uchiha Obito's questioning gaze, Namikaze Kirito looked completely at ease.
"What? Surprised because I caught this?"
As he spoke, he lightly shook the Truth-Seeking Ball in his hand, as if he were playing with an ordinary black sphere, completely ignoring the Yin–Yang Release contained within it.
"Impossible…!"
Before coming here, Uchiha Obito had already tested it himself.
The Truth-Seeking Balls could erase all ninjutsu.
If even ninjutsu could be erased, then the human body was no exception.
Even the body of someone revived by Impure World Reincarnation would be destroyed permanently if touched by a Truth-Seeking Ball. They would not be able to regenerate.
So how could Namikaze Kirito catch it so easily?
"Obito."
Kirito's voice remained calm.
"You've been standing against me for this long… or rather, I let you believe you were standing against me for this long. And yet you still haven't learned anything?"
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"Have I not done plenty of things you thought were impossible?"
"Don't get carried away!"
Faced with Kirito's mocking tone, Uchiha Obito could no longer keep his emotions steady. He rose abruptly, and the black staff in his hand began to change shape.
It transformed into a strange, blade-like weapon, while a massive black shield formed in his other hand.
The Sword of Nunoboko.
The divine sword once wielded by the Sage of Six Paths.
A sword shaped by the user's will. As long as the wielder's heart remained firm, the sword would become stronger.
With offense and defense united, Obito's presence became far more imposing.
But Namikaze Kirito showed no intention of respecting that pressure.
Facing Obito's sudden attack, Kirito neither dodged nor retreated.
He simply allowed the Sword of Nunoboko to descend.
Clang!
A sharp metallic sound rang out.
The enormous black blade was stopped directly by Kirito's right arm.
After reaching the Six Paths level, Kirito's Armament Haki had undergone a complete qualitative change. It had already surpassed the original concept of Armament Haki.
He no longer needed to harden his arm visibly or turn it black. The moment his power gathered into his body, the defense activated naturally.
"You blocked it with your body again?!"
Obito's voice carried disbelief.
Kirito glanced at him.
"What's so strange about that? Isn't this much obvious by now?"
He blocked Obito's attack with ease, yet his tone remained casual enough to sound insulting.
"There are still four red flames behind you. That means you still haven't fully controlled the Ten-Tails."
Kirito's gaze sharpened.
"And despite that, you still had the confidence to come after me?"
Obito's expression changed.
How did he know that?
Kirito was right.
When Obito first became the Ten-Tails' jinchūriki, there had been five clusters of red flame behind him. Each one that disappeared meant his compatibility with the Ten-Tails had deepened.
The best choice would have been to wait until all of them vanished before starting the war.
But Obito could not wait any longer.
Every time he thought of Rin Nohara still being by Namikaze Kirito's side…
Every time he remembered the way her eyes looked at Kirito with such affection…
It tore at him.
So the moment he became the Ten-Tails' jinchūriki, he started the war.
He never expected Kirito to see through that flaw immediately.
"Obito," Kirito said coldly, "your confidence is nothing but a delusion."
His fist tightened.
"Don't think having the Ten-Tails inside you makes you qualified to stand on the same level as me."
The moment his words fell, Kirito swung his fist and knocked the Sword of Nunoboko aside. Then his body shot forward.
Obito's vigilance rose instantly.
Without hesitation, he wrapped himself in the Truth-Seeking Balls, forming a black protective barrier around his body.
Boom!
A thunderous impact exploded across the battlefield.
Kirito completely ignored the black defense and punched straight into it.
The fist, carrying the power of shock, smashed into the black barrier. Cracks spread across its surface like shattered glass.
The next instant, Obito was sent flying.
With the earth shaking beneath him, he crashed heavily into the ground.
Seeing that scene, Uchiha Madara's pupils narrowed.
"Namikaze Kirito…"
His voice lowered.
"So you've already reached another level."
This was troublesome.
Obito still had not fully controlled the Ten-Tails, yet Kirito was already handling him this easily.
At this rate, Obito would not even be enough to test him.
If they failed to exhaust the powerful shinobi of this era first, then even Project Tsuki no Me might not proceed smoothly.
Madara's eyes turned cold.
Then he raised his voice.
"The war begins!"
His voice echoed across the battlefield.
"Destroy the Kingdom of Gensokyo!"
"OOH!"
The Akatsuki and the one hundred thousand White Zetsu roared in response, then surged forward like a white tide toward the shinobi forces of Gensokyo.
Seeing this, Namikaze Minato did not panic.
This war had already been decided long ago.
The only thing that weighed on him was how many lives would be lost before it ended.
But the enemy had already moved.
There was no room left for hesitation.
Minato raised his arm.
"Everyone!"
His voice rang out clearly across the formation.
"Fight with me!"
At Namikaze Minato's command, countless shinobi of the Kingdom of Gensokyo charged forward without fear.
In an instant, the battlefield erupted.
Fire, lightning, wind, earth, and water-style ninjutsu lit up the sky in countless colors.
"A! Your strength still isn't enough!"
The Third Raikage clashed with his eldest son, laughing loudly as lightning tore through the ground around them.
Although his body was no longer under his own control, his mind still remained his own.
In order to preserve the full strength of these revived powerhouses, Sarutobi Asuma had no choice but to allow the reincarnated shinobi to keep their consciousness. That was the only way to draw out their maximum combat ability.
"A!"
Killer B's voice rang out from nearby.
"You better be careful!"
The Fourth Raikage activated his Lightning Release Chakra Mode without hesitation. His entire body was wrapped in crackling lightning.
He intended to face both the Third Raikage and the Eight-Tails jinchūriki by himself.
But neither the Third Raikage nor Killer B seemed affected by the seriousness of the battlefield. One laughed loudly, while the other charged forward with his usual rhythm.
The shinobi fighting nearby looked at the father and sons with speechless expressions.
This family really was all muscle and lightning.
Shouldn't the Third Raikage and Killer B be telling them their own weaknesses right now?
And A…
Why were you telling people revived by Impure World Reincarnation to be careful?
Were you afraid of tearing their paper bodies?
Compared to the chaos on that side, the Second Tsuchikage was far more reliable.
While exchanging Dust Release with Ōnoki, he calmly gave instructions.
"Ōnoki, my clone is behind you."
His voice remained steady.
"Now. Move."
Ōnoki's eyes sharpened.
Without hesitation, he dodged to the side.
Sure enough, the Second Tsuchikage's clone appeared from behind him, and a beam of Dust Release shot through the space where Ōnoki had been a moment before.
If not for the warning from Mū himself, that attack would have been extremely dangerous.
After all, the Second Tsuchikage was not only terrifying because of his Dust Release. His ability to erase his presence and conceal himself through ninjutsu was just as troublesome.
"Lord Mū…"
Ōnoki's expression grew heavy.
"I'm sorry. Those Akatsuki bastards disturbed your rest because of my incompetence."
Mū's expression did not change.
"There is no need for that, Ōnoki."
His voice was calm, almost cold.
"The one who used Impure World Reincarnation is hiding somewhere. I do not know where he is. But since I have become a burden to you…"
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"Then overcome me."
Ōnoki straightened his back despite his aged body.
"Yes, Lord Mū."
His chakra surged.
"I will use everything I have."
"Good."
Mū raised both hands.
"Then show me how much you have grown over the years."
"Dust Release: Detachment of the Primitive World Technique!"
"Dust Release: Detachment of the Primitive World Technique!"
Boom!
High in the air, Ōnoki and Mū's Dust Release collided head-on.
The sight alone was enough to make the surrounding shinobi feel their scalps go numb.
To someone like Uchiha Madara, Dust Release might not be enough to decide anything.
But to ordinary shinobi, even the slightest touch from that technique meant complete erasure from the world.
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