c145: Bang, Sneak Attack!
"It's said to be two versus two… but in truth, it's two against three. That psychic beast is… abnormal."
Obito's voice was low, measured, as his lone Sharingan gleamed behind the mask.
"What if," Black Zetsu whispered from within, "we pull that beast into Kamui's dimension?"
"You mean sealing it?" Obito's gaze flickered upward at Zhu Rong. "The fire dragon is indeed majestic. If Nagato and Konan saw it at my side, it would add weight to 'Madara's' image."
"But it will vanish once removed from Kamui," White Zetsu interjected lazily.
"Not if you seal it first," Black Zetsu corrected, voice like dripping oil. "Subdue it slowly inside the dimension. Break it down at your pace."
Obito considered. "Still… separating the master and apprentice from that beast is the key. Divide them, and not only can we aim for the dragon, we can crush one of them outright."
"Then let's merge," Black Zetsu hissed. "With me reinforcing you, pinning down Orochimaru is child's play. Perhaps…" his tone slithered into malice, "…we might even kill him here."
Obito smirked beneath the mask. "Good. One last attempt. If it fails, we retreat. The Uchiha clan's eyes are plentiful, I can always find another."
At once, White Zetsu sank into the earth, slithering toward Black Zetsu's position.
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High above, Gen's brow furrowed. "Something's off. I feel… another soul. A presence shifting toward the one hidden in Obito."
Orochimaru's golden eyes narrowed. "A hidden being?"
"Yes." Gen's tone was steady. "If White Zetsu's essence is like a faceless man… then this one feels like water without shape. Fluid. Malignant. Not human."
Orochimaru's lips twisted in fascination. "Hoho… a lurking will inside Obito's body? How intriguing…"
Gen's Sharingan glowed, his soul perception sharpened. "It's too well-hidden. Without the spirit transformation technique, I'd never have noticed it. Teacher, don't mention this in your Konoha reports."
"As you wish," Orochimaru agreed without hesitation.
The air turned tense. Gen murmured, "They'll try to split us. We cannot let them dictate the flow. If they choose their battlefield, we'll bleed for it."
"Then fight back and make them fear you," Orochimaru replied, tongue flicking snake-like from his mouth. "Fear is a blade sharper than any kunai."
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On the cliff below, a grotesque half-black, half-white figure melded with Obito's side. Black Zetsu whispered, "All information received."
Obito looked upward, voice ringing out. "Come down, or I'll march to Konoha's camp."
Gen and Orochimaru exchanged a glance. They knew it was a bluff, but one they couldn't risk ignoring.
"Zhu Rong. Descend."
The dragon coiled, riding flame-clouds, lowering master and disciple to the cliffside.
"We'll fight separately," Obito declared, pointing at Gen. "You and me."
Black Zetsu's voice rasped, "And Orochimaru… will play with us."
Orochimaru tilted his head, eyes shining with perverse glee. "Hoho… how delightful. Such an unusual creature. Truly, I like perverts like you…"
Black and White Zetsu faltered. For a moment, even their monstrous presence felt unsettled by Orochimaru's gaze.
Then, with a wordless clash of will, they leapt toward Orochimaru, leaving the battlefield to Gen and Obito.
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Obito's teeth clenched. With Zhu Rong gone, things had shifted against him. "They dare underestimate me? Without that beast, what are you but a boy with a Sharingan? I'll take those eyes and bury you in your own fire."
Obito's Mangekyō spun. The heat of the flaming forest below licked the cliff. He steeled himself.
Now.
Gen's Sharingan caught the shift. He flicked his wrist, hurling three shuriken in an arc that sang against the wind.
Obito deflected with his fan, sparks flying, and surged forward. His footfalls barely touched the cliff, his body flowing like shadow.
Gen remained still, blade raised, his calm unbroken.
Obito launched himself high, slamming the Gunbai downward. Gen raised the Kusanagi to parry
And Obito's eye met his.
The Mangekyō revolved.
Gen's body slackened. His Sharingan dulled. The sword slipped, his expression blank.
"Done." Obito's smirk was sharp. How could he resist the power of my eye? If not for his beast and mentor, this fight would have ended long ago.
Still, the memory of Minato's speed nagged him. He did not let down his guard. Slowly, he placed the Gunbai aside, extended his left hand. His fingers curled, reaching toward Gen's Sharingan.
"One pluck, and the eye is mine"
Snap!
Gen's dull eyes flashed awake. His left hand shot upward, clamping Obito's wrist like iron.
In his right, the Kusanagi reversed into a backhand grip. Wind and fire chakra twined around the blade, golden-white flames roaring to life.
With a single motion, Gen slashed upward aimed straight for Obito's exposed neck.
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