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—"You wanna know why? Because in this life… I prepared one trillion explosive tags. Just for you."
One trillion. The number was a physical blow to Obito's mind. From the back of the Yata Crow, he looked down. As far as his eye could see, the entire ocean… was made of explosive tags.
Rustle-rustle-rustle…!
Thousands upon thousands of paper sheets took to the sky!
"This woman… Has she lost her mind?!"
The Yata Crow ascended frantically. At the same time, a vortex swirled in Obito's right eye. He successfully pulled Shikaku Nara inside Kamui. But just as he was about to suck himself in, the first wave of tags arrived—forcing him to abort!
"Hmph!"
Obito snorted, unleashing his Susano'o. He'd tank the first blast, then shift!
Click. Click. Click.
The tags plastered the Susano'o. But what Obito didn't expect was this: the first wave was something Konan had prepared within her meticulous preparation.
Whoosh…!
The tags covered the Susano'o's form. The summoning formulas etched on them caught Obito's eye.
Because… he'd seen them before! During his fight with Sasuke!
"Damn it! How does she know this too?!"
Konan's hands formed the seal.
—Multiplying Explosive Tags!
—BOOM!!!
A continuous summoning of tags, triggering concentrated, sequential blasts in one spot. To put it bluntly, destroying Obito's current Susano'o was a matter of a blink.
The Yata Crow vanished in the explosion. Obito gritted his teeth, trying to absorb himself while tanking the damage. But the instant the Susano'o shattered, the terrifying heatwave screamed death. He took a fraction of the blast, then was forced back into his intangible state!
Falling through the vertical cross-section of the ocean amidst the fire, Obito's left robes were torn, exposing the Hashirama face grafted to his chest. His eyes, burning with fury, locked onto Konan above.
Konan looked down, cold. "Looks like your space-time transfer failed again. My two months of hard training for this 'appetizer' weren't wasted. Once I interrupt your initial shift, the rest is easy."
BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM…!!!
More paper swarmed the ocean's cross-section. Not the multiplying tags anymore, but the successive explosions now made it impossible for Obito to exit his intangible state.
"Well?" Konan's voice cut through the blasts. "Regretting that I seized the initiative? You can't even drop your intangibility now. If you'd used Super Shinra Tensei, or Chibaku Tensei from the start, you could've reversed this instantly. But you didn't. In your eyes, I'm just a weak woman, not worth the trouble, right?"
She leaned forward, her orange eyes glinting. "Now, not even the Rinnegan can save you. Your arrogance killed you, Uchiha Obito."
Far out on the water, a glance passed between Konan and Jiraiya, who held Tsunade. Jiraiya vanished in a puff of reverse summoning smoke. Now, this vast expanse held only Konan and Obito—enemies across two lifetimes.
With Jiraiya gone, Konan held nothing back. A hand of coiled paper extended.
The ocean went mad.
Innumerable, countless, endless explosive tags surged toward Obito, guided by her chakra.
ROOOOOOOAR—ROOOOOOOAR—!
Explosions became the only symphony of heaven and earth.
Konan's eyes held a chilling, focused light.
This woman excelled at information warfare.
Her failure in her past life was due to insufficient intel.
This life? She'd learned from Sasuke and Jiraiya. Learned the lessons.
So… she'd improved the killing array.
Not six hundred billion. A full one trillion. And she'd refined the detonation method.
She reduced the density, maintaining lethality while cutting wasted output. She used a 'staggered chain' detonation pattern, lowering chakra drain while extending the 'blast ratio'—the ratio of tags to total explosion time.
The result was simple. Six hundred billion tags could explode for ten minutes. Her one trillion tags…
—"Can burn for twenty. More than enough. Uchiha Obito, this time I calculated not just your intangibility… but your Izanagi's duration as well!"
Konan's revenge as the Black Angel was far more terrifying than imagined.
—Paper God Technique II!
Soon… Obito's intangibility was reaching its limit.
He faced a choice.
"Even if I sacrifice my right eye for Izanagi… I won't survive this barrage. To think I, Uchiha Obito, would…"
Zzzzt—zzzzt—!
A seam split open on the forehead of the Hashirama-celled graft on his left chest. Hidden within—another Rinnegan. It glowed with an eerie light.
ROOOOOOOAR—!
After twenty full minutes of cataclysm… no trace of Uchiha Obito remained in the world.
"Hah… hah… hah…" Konan collapsed onto the water's surface, gasping, utterly spent.
This time, she had pushed her own craft to its absolute limit.
Parting ways with Nagato. Completing her mental shift. Reuniting with Master Jiraiya. Forming their two-man team. Devising this kite-and-kill plan to rescue the Hokage, Tsunade, and buy time for the other battlefield.
Luring Obito into this trap with Jiraiya's help, playing his psychology perfectly.
She had used every advantage—time, place, and people.
If even this couldn't kill Uchiha Obito… then fate itself protected him.
Konan felt no regret. Only a weary calm as she waited for the result.
A long silence. No sign of Obito.
"Hah…" She let out a deep, relieved sigh.
Right. Of course.
What else could happen?
"So… Uchiha Obito is really…"
"Dead… right?"
The voice, cold and quiet, spoke from behind her.
Konan's eyes snapped wide.
Whoosh—!
But in that same instant—a massive figure blurred across the waves, appearing behind her. A powerful, calloused hand clamped down, viselike, on Obito's wrist—the one holding a sword poised to strike her back.
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