"Another Tailed Beast Bomb?"
Natsuhiko stared at the Nine-Tails, which was tightly bound by the writhing coils of the wooden dragon, unable to move. Yet even so, the chakra rapidly gathering at its mouth was impossible to ignore. He couldn't help but shake his head slightly.
It was clear that although the Nine-Tails had recovered somewhat, its ferocity had only grown more terrifying than before.
Still, Natsuhiko wasn't intimidated.
Through his perception, he had already sensed the arrival of Minato Namikaze. But he wasn't alone—there was another presence as well.
An unwelcome one.
Obito Uchiha.
Why did he come back?
Natsuhiko frowned slightly at the thought. Truthfully, the Nine-Tails itself didn't concern him that much—after all, in the original story, Minato had managed to seal it at the cost of his life.
But Obito's return… that was something entirely unexpected.
And yet, just as quickly, Natsuhiko's expression relaxed. A faint smile spread across his face, as though he had already reached some conclusion.
His chakra surged violently.
In an instant, his hands moved at blinding speed, completing a series of seals before slamming down onto the ground.
"Sage Art: Wood Release: Wood Locking Wall!"
As his chakra erupted outward, countless massive trees burst from the earth, interlocking together. Their surfaces bore the shapes of lizard heads as they rose up in unison, forming an impenetrable barrier in front of him—one that left the incoming Tailed Beast Bomb with no opening at all.
BOOM—!
The explosion roared once more, turning the night sky stark white. The earth trembled violently under the force, shaking as though it might collapse at any moment.
This time, cracks even began to split across the ground, spreading rapidly outward like a web.
Yet, standing behind the wooden barrier, Natsuhiko remained composed. He could tell that the cracks wouldn't extend too far—the damage, while terrifying, lacked true depth.
Even so… the sheer destructive force was undeniable.
"Natsuhiko-kun."
At that moment, Minato appeared beside him, carrying Kushina Uzumaki in his arms. Along with her… was a newborn infant.
Naruto Uzumaki.
"Hokage-sama…" Natsuhiko's brow lifted slightly as he took in the scene.
So he's planning to seal the Nine-Tails into Naruto after all?
He remembered it clearly—before leaving, Minato had confidently declared that he would seal the Nine-Tails back into Kushina's body.
So why the sudden change?
For a brief moment, Natsuhiko wondered if something strange—some inevitable pull of fate—was forcing events back onto their original path.
But he quickly dismissed that idea.
The answer revealed itself the moment his gaze fell upon Kushina.
Her condition… was dire.
Her life force flickered weakly, sustained only by the resilience of her Uzumaki bloodline—but even that wouldn't last much longer.
More critically, her body simply could not withstand the burden of containing the full Nine-Tails anymore.
Minato must have realized the same thing. That was why he had brought Naruto here.
And Minato himself wasn't in good shape either.
He had already teleported away the first Tailed Beast Bomb, fought Obito for an extended period, transported the Nine-Tails here, and then brought both Kushina and Naruto along.
And unlike the Senju, he didn't possess overwhelming reserves of chakra.
In fact, even Natsuhiko—who jokingly considered himself a "disgrace of the Senju"—likely had no less chakra than Minato at this point.
Of course… that was without factoring in the "seeds" he had yet to fully cultivate.
"Natsuhiko-kun, there's no time to explain," Minato said, taking a deep breath. His expression was grave, his voice firm. "We need to seal the Nine-Tails immediately. Kushina's condition is critical—I'm going to split the Nine-Tails and seal it into both her and myself. That's the only way her body can endure it."
"Huh?" Natsuhiko blinked, momentarily caught off guard. He pointed at the infant in Minato's arms. "Then what about this little guy?"
"This is a contingency plan." Minato Namikaze shook his head lightly, his expression calm but resolute. "If something goes wrong—if something happens—then Naruto will have to bear part of the burden. He's our child, mine and Kushina's."
"I understand." Natsuhiko nodded seriously, his expression turning solemn, almost respectful. "You'll succeed."
After saying that, he chose not to press further. Even if Minato, like in the original timeline, carried a resolve that bordered on accepting death, it was clear that what he truly wanted… was to save Kushina Uzumaki.
Natsuhiko shook his head slightly, dismissing the thought.
That kind of determination… was exactly what he had been counting on.
All he needed to do now was cooperate with Minato, suppress the Nine-Tails, and then find the right moment to withdraw—leaving the rest to the Hokage alone.
After all, Obito Uchiha had already arrived.
That alone gave him more than enough reason to step away when the time came.
Still… the Wood Dragon needs to stay, Natsuhiko thought. Wouldn't want the Nine-Tails suddenly breaking free and turning everything into chaos again.
With that in mind, he began lowering the Wood Locking Wall while simultaneously tightening his control over the wooden dragon, forcing it to coil even more tightly around the Nine-Tails.
As the barrier descended completely, the Nine-Tails was left firmly pinned in place, bound by the massive wooden dragon. It thrashed violently, roaring in fury, but its efforts were futile.
As a being composed purely of chakra, it was fundamentally disadvantaged against techniques like the Wood Dragon—jutsu that could rapidly drain its energy and grow stronger in the process.
Watching this, Minato let out a quiet breath of relief.
Even if he had steeled himself for the worst, he had no desire to meet his end so young.
His life had only just begun. His child had only just been born. He was the Hokage of Konoha—and he still wanted to change the world.
With that thought, he lowered his gaze to Kushina in his arms.
She looked back at him, offering a faint, fragile smile.
Boom—!
In the next instant, a deep, resonant sound echoed as Kushina's chakra burst forth.
Golden chains shot out from her body, coiling through the night sky like radiant serpents. They wrapped around the Nine-Tails, binding it even tighter alongside the wooden dragon.
These were sealing chains, specifically designed to suppress tailed beast chakra.
Under the combined restraint of Natsuhiko's Wood Release and the Uzumaki clan's sealing technique, the Nine-Tails—no matter how violently it struggled—could not break free.
Its claws gleamed coldly in the darkness, its eyes burning with ferocity and hatred… yet it remained utterly powerless.
"Now's the time—I'll start by sealing part of the Nine-Tails—"
Minato began, nodding as he prepared to act.
But in the very next moment—
Natsuhiko suddenly shoved him aside.
At the same time, a figure appeared out of nowhere, materializing right beside them.
So you've finally come…
Natsuhiko had already locked onto Obito's chakra long ago. The moment it spiked, he had begun preparing for this exact situation.
And his sudden movement created an opening.
The sealing chains trembled slightly, ripples running through them as the Nine-Tails sensed its chance. It began struggling even more violently, the clinking of chains echoing sharply through the air.
"You again…" Minato steadied himself, holding Kushina and Naruto Uzumaki protectively as he glared at Obito, his voice low with anger.
"Yes… me again." Obito nodded casually, spreading his hands as if unconcerned. "Don't misunderstand—I'm no longer interested in you."
His gaze shifted, locking onto Natsuhiko.
"The one I'm really interested in… is him."
"Oh?" Natsuhiko raised an eyebrow slightly, genuinely puzzled by those words.
He could swear that he and Obito Uchiha had once been on fairly good terms. But ever since he joined the ANBU, their contact had all but disappeared.
And now? There was no connection at all.
One of them was a rogue ninja of Konoha, while the other was part of the ANBU tasked specifically with eliminating threats like him.
So why was Obito acting now as if he understood him completely—like some parasite living inside his mind?
Natsuhiko had been planning to use Obito's appearance as an opportunity to withdraw, leaving Minato Namikaze to carry out the sealing according to his expectations—risking his life, surviving barely, and ultimately changing the course of history.
But instead, Obito had shown up and, without hesitation, targeted him directly.
That… wasn't part of the plan.
No matter how Natsuhiko thought about it, he couldn't figure out when he had somehow "won over" Obito enough for things to unfold so cooperatively—if anything, it made even less sense.
Is it because of Wood Release?
A realization slowly formed in his mind.
His very existence had likely become a variable—something uncontrollable. Not just for Obito, but perhaps even for the one manipulating things behind the scenes.
That was why Obito had returned.
To interfere with the sealing… and to test him.
"Looking for me?" Natsuhiko asked, though he already had a rough idea. His brows furrowed slightly. "So what is it this time? Here to cause trouble again?"
"Cause trouble?" Obito tilted his head, showing no trace of the injuries he had previously sustained. His voice remained low and steady. "I'm just curious. What kind of person could possess Wood Release once again? That kind of power… isn't something just anyone can wield."
He paused, then began walking slowly toward Natsuhiko.
With each step, his chakra gathered more intensely. The fluctuations from the right side of his body, in particular, were almost unnaturally powerful.
Natsuhiko watched him closely, making no immediate move. However, the Flying Thunder God technique was already primed—he wanted to see exactly what Obito intended to do.
"So," Obito continued, his voice growing colder, "I thought I'd test just how capable your Wood Release really is."
The moment his words fell, he suddenly thrust out his right hand.
Countless sharp wooden spikes erupted forward, shooting toward Natsuhiko with deadly force.
But Natsuhiko had anticipated this.
In an instant, he activated his Flying Thunder God technique, vanishing and reappearing elsewhere, effortlessly avoiding the attack.
Obito didn't pause for even a second.
His right eye spun slightly, and his body twisted unnaturally—space warping around him as he reappeared beside Natsuhiko in pursuit.
Natsuhiko let out a cold snort and activated his technique again, disappearing once more. Obito followed just as quickly, phasing and chasing without hesitation.
In the blink of an eye, the two vanished entirely from the battlefield.
Only Minato, Kushina, and the struggling Nine-Tails remained.
"…It seems things have taken a turn for the worse." Minato drew in a slow breath, his expression complicated as he glanced down at Kushina Uzumaki. "From here on… we'll have to rely on ourselves."
"That man… who is he?" Kushina asked weakly, her voice strained as her condition continued to deteriorate. "Why is he doing this…?"
"He…" Minato let out a quiet sigh. "He claims to be Madara Uchiha."
"Madara Uchiha…?" Kushina's pupils shrank slightly before she shook her head with faint disbelief.
Like Minato, she didn't believe it.
As a member of the Uzumaki clan, she had come to Konoha while Mito Uzumaki was still alive. Through her, Kushina had learned much about Konoha's history—and she knew exactly who Madara Uchiha was.
But judging by his age, even if Madara were somehow still alive… he would have been nothing more than a frail old man by now.
And yet… if he wasn't Madara, how could he know how to control the Nine-Tails using the Sharingan?
Was he a disciple? A successor?
Or someone who had simply inherited Madara's name… and his will?
"Forget it… we can't worry about him now." Kushina shook her head, turning to Minato with a quiet, strained voice. "Minato… what are you going to do? My condition can only hold the Nine-Tails in place temporarily with the Wood Dragon. Beyond that…"
"I know what I have to do." Minato's lips curved into a brief, bright smile, though his eyes remained sharp and focused. In that moment, his gaze carried a warmth that belied the tension around them.
But just then, the newborn Naruto Uzumaki in his arms began to cry loudly.
Kushina leaned over, choking back her own tears as she whispered, "I'm sorry, Naruto… for waking you."
"I'm sorry too, Naruto." Minato gently set his son on the ground, then looked up at Kushina with a steely resolve. "I know what needs to be done next. Don't worry… it's going to be difficult, but I'll handle it. You'll have to trust me."
"Minato!" Kushina's voice wavered, a dark premonition tightening in her chest.
But Minato didn't pause for her words. Instead, he smiled—a dazzling, radiant smile that seemed to pierce through the fear and chaos around them.
"Kushina… thank you. Thank you for everything you've done for me. It's because of you that I became the Fourth Hokage, that I was lucky enough to become your husband, and that I am the father of this child. My life has already been… perfect.
"If there is any regret, perhaps it is only one or two small things."
He stopped there, unwilling to continue. His chakra was running dangerously low. Ideally, with Natsuhiko's help, he could have attempted a precise separation and partial sealing of the Nine-Tails. But now… the situation had changed.
Even though the Wood Dragon still coiled around the Nine-Tails, without Natsuhiko's guidance, its hold had weakened. It continued to consume the beast's chakra, but its binding power was faltering.
If he didn't act quickly, the Nine-Tails would break free before he could complete a careful separation. Kushina's condition was precarious, yet with the Wood Dragon's assistance, she could still temporarily withstand the Nine-Tails' power.
He had to act fast—there was no time for hesitation.
He couldn't abandon the woman he loved.
Minato's eyes hardened with determination. His hands crossed swiftly, and he began forming the intricate seals of his jutsu. Strange, swirling chakra coursed through his body, and his mind blurred slightly as he sensed a massive, terrifying presence looming behind him—something invisible, but unmistakably real.
"No! Minato!"
Kushina's voice rang out in anguish, but he didn't dare turn. Looking back now would only make the pain sharper.
"Sealing Jutsu: Reaper Death Seal!"
Chakra surged violently around him as the seals completed in an instant. If he could choose, he would never have resorted to this technique. But it was the only method available—precise enough to separate the Nine-Tails and perform a partial sealing at this critical moment.
As the seals solidified, he felt the presence behind him stir. His hand brushed against a ghostly chakra form, and a cold, foreboding energy radiated from his core.
A faint, indistinct glow shot toward the Nine-Tails, striking the beast's massive body instantly.
A tremendous pull surged through him. Minato knew—he had succeeded.
The Nine-Tails roared even more violently, struggling against the jutsu with all its might.
Yet no matter how immense its chakra, the Nine-Tails could not withstand the eerie, overwhelming force of the Reaper Death Seal for long.
In an instant, a pale, chakra-formed phantom of the Nine-Tails was torn free, dragged out along with that streak of light and forcibly pulled into Minato's body.
A searing heat erupted from his abdomen, and at the same time, something monstrous seemed to take root within him—an overwhelming presence that felt as though it could tear him apart from the inside at any moment.
Minato gritted his teeth, using what little chakra he had left to suppress the half of the Nine-Tails now sealed within him.
Through careful manipulation of the technique, he had used the Reaper Death Seal to extract the Yin half of the Nine-Tails' chakra completely, sealing it into his own body.
Moments later, the sealing formula appeared faintly across his abdomen.
"No!"
Kushina Uzumaki cried out again, her voice hoarse and breaking under the weight of despair.
Minato didn't turn around. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to hold back his tears—but he failed.
They fell, one drop at a time, onto the ground beneath him.
"I'm sorry, Kushina… I'm sorry. Please forgive me for being selfish this once. Please forgive me…"
His voice trembled, thick with emotion, yet his hands never stopped moving.
The Nine-Tails, still bound by the Wood Dragon and the Uzumaki clan's sealing chains, continued to struggle violently. But no matter how fiercely it resisted, it could no longer pose a real threat to Minato and Kushina in its current state.
Even so, the beast could clearly sense that the cursed Wood Dragon restraining it was beginning to crack. That realization ignited a flicker of hope—an opportunity.
But Minato wouldn't give it that chance.
He sensed the same weakness, and immediately began forming hand seals again without hesitation.
"Next… the Eight Trigrams Seal, Kushina…"
"I'm sorry… goodbye."
...
Meanwhile, far from the battlefield, Natsuhiko and Obito Uchiha streaked through the forest at incredible speed before finally coming to a stop at a distant location.
Natsuhiko had no illusions about escaping Obito's pursuit. Unlike the Flying Thunder God, which required pre-placed markers, Obito's space-time technique allowed him to warp directly to wherever he wished.
Running was pointless.
Instead, Natsuhiko's plan was simple—draw him far enough away, then deal with him properly.
By the time things were settled on Minato's side, he could return and carry out the rest of his plans without interference.
He knew Obito's abilities well. If Minato could defeat him once, then Natsuhiko believed he could do the same.
After all, Minato had already left Obito with a "gift" of his own—and thanks to his unique advantage, Natsuhiko could use any Flying Thunder God marker, not just his own.
As long as he handled things carefully, Obito wouldn't be an insurmountable problem.
"…Hmm?"
Just as Natsuhiko steadied himself, his sensory perception picked up something new.
While locking onto Obito's chakra, he suddenly noticed a group approaching rapidly from the direction of Konoha.
And not a small group, either.
Among them, he distinctly sensed the chakra of Hiruzen Sarutobi.
Natsuhiko gave a faint nod to himself.
In the original story, Hiruzen had arrived after Minato sealed the Nine-Tails and taken Naruto away. Natsuhiko had deliberately moved in this direction to avoid unnecessary complications—
For example, if Hiruzen were to suddenly appear while he was trying to "assist" Minato and Kushina, things could become troublesome.
What began as a precaution now seemed like a very wise decision.
However, the moment he stopped moving, Obito caught up as well.
From within his wide sleeve, chains shot out instantly, lashing toward Natsuhiko with deadly force.
"What a nuisance…"
Natsuhiko leapt lightly into the air, evading the incoming chains. But as he watched Obito close in once again without pause, a trace of irritation flickered across his expression.
Since Obito—or rather, the one manipulating things from the shadows—wanted to witness the power of Wood Release, Natsuhiko had no intention of disappointing them.
He briefly assessed his remaining chakra, then swiftly formed a series of hand seals. In just a moment, his chakra surged violently, and the technique was complete.
"Sage Art: Wood Release: Smoldering Spines!"
With a sharp thrust of his hand, countless vine-like wooden tendrils shot forward, tearing through the air toward Obito Uchiha.
At the same time, more wooden growths erupted from the ground around Obito, surrounding him from all sides. They pulsed faintly with chakra, forming a deadly cage that closed in from every direction.
Obito's brow twitched slightly as he took in the technique. He could instantly tell—if those constructs struck him, the consequences would be severe.
There was something different about this Wood Release… something dangerous.
So this Wood Release… really is different from mine.
The thought flickered through his mind as he twisted his body, dodging the incoming tendrils in a blur of motion. At the same time, he extended his right hand once more.
"Wood Release: Cutting Technique!"
Sharp wooden spikes burst forth under his control, shooting rapidly toward Natsuhiko in a relentless barrage.
But the moment he attacked, Obito's expression shifted.
The figure before him… had already vanished.
His Sharingan spun rapidly, tracking every disturbance in space—and in the very next instant, Natsuhiko appeared beside him.
A blade wrapped in azure chakra flashed downward, slicing cleanly toward Obito's right arm.
Buzz—
The strike landed.
Obito's right hand was severed instantly, falling to the ground with a dull thud.
Yet Natsuhiko didn't press the attack further. Obito's reaction speed, while not perfect, was still formidable—after all, he wielded the power of the Mangekyō Sharingan.
Natsuhiko paused for less than a heartbeat before disappearing again, returning to his original position as though he had never moved at all.
Obito stared at him, his gaze dark and heavy.
Tonight… had gone terribly for him.
Twice now, his abilities had been countered—both times by users of the Flying Thunder God technique.
First by his teacher, Minato Namikaze.
And now… by someone who had once been his classmate.
Two people who had once stood close to him had both seen through his weaknesses.
That realization filled him with disbelief—and an anger he could barely suppress.
Minato had mastered the Flying Thunder God… yet had been too late, arriving only after Rin died at Kakashi's hands.
And Natsuhiko—once the closest companion among their peers—was now revealed to be a member of the Senju clan, wielding both Wood Release and the Flying Thunder God.
If he had possessed such power back then…
Why didn't he save Rin?
Once that thought took root, Obito's mind spiraled. He no longer considered the circumstances from a year ago, nor the reality of what Natsuhiko had or hadn't been capable of at the time.
To him, what he saw now defined everything.
Nothing else mattered.
His chakra surged violently, growing more unstable—and Natsuhiko immediately noticed the change.
At the same time, he sensed something else.
Hiruzen Sarutobi and the others were getting closer.
I can't let them come any nearer… in that case…
Natsuhiko's expression cooled as his chakra began to churn rapidly within him. At that exact moment, Obito completed his own hand seals.
"Fire Release: Blast Wave Wild Dance!"
A massive stream of fire burst from Obito's mouth, forming a roaring serpent of flame that expanded rapidly under the influence of his immense chakra.
As his Sharingan spun, space itself began to warp around the attack.
The blazing inferno twisted along with the distorted space, spiraling wildly as it surged toward Natsuhiko. The heat was overwhelming—within moments, the ground itself seemed to ignite under its advance.
"Sage Art: Water Release: Water Formation Wall!"
Natsuhiko didn't hold back. In order to keep Hiruzen Sarutobi and the others from advancing, he immediately unleashed a large-scale Water Release technique to counter the incoming threat.
Even he hadn't expected the result—his surging wall of water collided perfectly with Obito's flames, extinguishing the inferno in a violent clash of steam and chakra.
But he didn't pause there.
His senses remained locked firmly onto Obito Uchiha as his hands moved once more, forming seals with practiced precision.
He didn't know how long it would take before he could reach the level where a single hand seal would suffice to execute a technique instantly…
But he was certain that day wasn't far off.
"Sage Art: Wood Release: Deep Forest Emergence!"
Once again, Natsuhiko summoned the overwhelming technique.
If he wanted to completely block Hiruzen's forces from approaching, a single Water Release wouldn't be enough. But combined with this—this vast, all-consuming forest—this entire area would become a forbidden zone.
As long as he didn't dispel the technique, no one would dare advance recklessly into its domain.
Of course, the cost was steep.
Natsuhiko could feel it clearly—his sage chakra was nearly exhausted. He was barely maintaining his current state. If he attempted another Sage Art, he would likely be forced out of Sage Mode entirely.
Suddenly, he leapt upward.
At the exact spot he had just occupied, space twisted violently into a spiraling distortion.
Obito's figure emerged from it almost instantly. There was no surprise on his face—he had expected Natsuhiko to evade him—and he immediately pressed forward in pursuit.
"Your Wood Release is impressive," Obito said, his voice low and chilling, "but it can't touch me. What a waste of effort… and judging by your condition, you're not going to last much longer, are you?"
With that, he lunged forward, his left hand gripping a kunai as he thrust it toward Natsuhiko.
"Care to guess? Is this attack real… or just another feint?"
"Boring."
Natsuhiko flipped backward, easily avoiding the strike. In one smooth motion, his blade left its sheath, intercepting Obito's next attack with a sharp clang.
"Seems like you're getting impatient," Natsuhiko remarked coolly.
Obito's single visible eye locked onto him, unblinking, though there was a faint trace of mockery in his tone.
"Still… your Wood Release really is terrifying. I'll admit, mine doesn't compare."
"You obtained that power through Hashirama Senju's cells, didn't you?"
Natsuhiko slashed forward again, his blade passing cleanly through Obito's intangible body. In the next instant, he vanished and reappeared atop a nearby tree.
"I noticed it a long time ago—there's something else inside you. Honestly, it's disgusting," he continued coldly. "That mask of yours… is it because you've become something neither human nor ghost, and you don't dare show your face anymore?"
His words were sharp, merciless.
Natsuhiko felt no need to hold back—not now, not in the face of an enemy.
Even if Obito himself was a tragedy incarnate, a man whose suffering rivaled that of Madara Uchiha, it changed nothing.
If one were to look at the history of the ninja world from a certain angle, it was little more than the internal strife of the Ōtsutsuki lineage playing out across generations.
There were no truly "evil" villains in the purest sense.
Everyone acted with purpose. Every action had its reasoning.
And from their own perspective… none of them believed they were wrong.
Obito had fallen into madness after his heart shattered, becoming someone who sought to drag the entire world into illusion—just to create a place where everyone could find the happiness they lacked in reality.
His belief was simple, almost twisted in its clarity:
If the real world is hell… then paradise must be found in illusion.
And honestly, for many people in the shinobi world, that idea might not have been entirely unwelcome.
But what Obito didn't understand was that the so-called Infinite Tsukuyomi was nothing more than a trap.
Even if he rebelled against Madara Uchiha and tried to seize control of everything himself, in the end, he would still be nothing more than a pawn—discarded by Kaguya Ōtsutsuki.
No matter how noble—or misguided—his intentions might have been, Natsuhiko felt no need to sympathize.
He was a pragmatic man.
And Obito's actions had already begun to interfere with his interests.
That alone was enough reason not to show even the slightest mercy.
Buzz—
Suddenly, an immense and eerily oppressive surge of chakra erupted into the sky.
A chilling presence followed, spreading outward like a suffocating tide, washing over Natsuhiko and Obito alike.
At the same time, the Nine-Tails' roar grew even more violent—yet also hoarser, strained, as if something fundamental was being torn from it.
Through his sensory perception, Natsuhiko immediately realized what had happened.
The Nine-Tails… had been reduced by half.
So it's begun.
"Looks like I don't have time to play with you anymore," Natsuhiko said calmly, casting a brief glance at Obito Uchiha.
The chakra around his body began to ripple once more.
"Although I'd really like to find out who you truly are… I think dissecting your corpse would be just as effective."
"You're confident," Obito replied with a dry, almost amused tone. "After everything you've tried, you still couldn't deal with me. And now you think you can finish this quickly?"
"I think I can."
Natsuhiko lifted his head slightly, his blade once again glowing with a deep azure light.
"Honestly, taking you down isn't that difficult. For example…"
Before he could finish, his figure vanished.
In that instant, a sharp, overwhelming sense of danger exploded through Obito's instincts.
"Right now—"