Obito turned to the two behind him. "You two, stand down," he commanded.
Zetsu and Maoyue Sunset nodded and retreated to the distant mountain peaks.
Fwoosh! Obito released the Explosive Blade: Blaster from the Kamui vortex and charged straight at Killer Bee!
"Killer Bee, the most unpredictable swordsman in the shinobi world... Let's see what you're made of."
Bee, unfazed by Obito's approach, kept singing in his usual bizarre style: "Knife in the eye? Nah, there's no 'me' in your sight! Rush me down? Let's dance tonight! Strange passion, don't ask why! Stupid fool, bastard guy!"
The Explosive Blade struck—BOOM! A thunderous shockwave collapsed the ground.
As the dust settled, Killer Bee stood firm. With bare hands, he'd caught the explosive blade mid-swing. His palm gripped just behind the detonating tag at the blade's tip, holding the weapon inches—mere centimeters—from his forehead.
Just one centimeter.
As the saying goes: skill breeds confidence.
"Exploding knife? Gimme a break! One inch off? That's all it takes! Stupid fool, bastard tool! Now take my blade, ya reckless ghoul!"
Bee suddenly twisted his grip and flung the explosive blade into the air. He caught it mid-spin and slashed at Obito.
"Guess I'm just not cut out for swords," Obito muttered, stepping back. Calmly, he pulled the Uchiha war fan from his back, raised it over his head, and—CLANG!—blocked the incoming strike.
Uchiha Rebound.
BOOM!! The explosive tag went off, and the shockwave rebounded off the fan, blasting Killer Bee backward.
Bee got up, disheveled and singed. He rubbed his head and sang: "Murder blade? That ain't my jam! Enemy tools? Not worth a damn! Low-key's fine, no need to shout! But now it's time to bring skills out! Eight-Tails Bee, I'm in the zone! Skill display, in full-blown mode! Stupid fool, bastard tone!"
He tossed the exploding blade aside. Behind him, eight swords were launched into the air. As they fell, he caught two in the crooks of his elbows, two under his armpits, one wedged at the hip, one between his legs, one in the crook of his neck, and the last clenched in his mouth.
Killer Bee's Eight-Sword Style.
From the distant peaks, Maoyue gaped. "What... what kind of ridiculous sword stance is that?!"
Zetsu murmured, "I doubt even the Sharingan can track swordsmanship that absurd. Yu, are you going to use Kamui to phase through? Or..."
Obito—Yamato Arata in his previous life—contemplated. Sure, I could use intangibility to dodge... but how often does one get to train their Sharingan against a true sword master like this?
A perfect test of dynamic vision...
He made his decision.
Killer Bee rolled and spun toward him, blades flailing in impossible directions. At a glance, it looked like they'd fall off—but they danced around him with a bizarre, fluid precision.
The storm of blades descended.
Obito blocked and dodged, the Sharingan in his mask whirring wildly to track the trajectory of each weapon. But he couldn't keep up—the angles were too erratic.
Ssshk! Several cuts tore into his shoulders and arms.
It was the first time Obito had bled in this world since transmigrating. But pain didn't matter. He was here to push his limits.
Spotting an opening, he leapt into the air with a backflip.
Killer Bee followed. CLANG CLANG CLANG! The two exchanged a dozen strikes midair.
Obito landed first. Bee hurled three swords at him. He rolled, narrowly avoiding them, and Bee caught the swords upon landing, immediately launching another flurry of slashes.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
"Eight Tails, sting like a bee!" Bee shouted, moving in impossible patterns—his eight blades flickering through the air like afterimages.
Obito had to admit: this wasn't chakra-enhanced jutsu. This was raw swordsmanship at its peak.
Even with Sharingan, this style couldn't be copied. It wasn't bloodline—it was rhythm, instinct, and muscle memory.
Killer Bee... truly a man who's become one with his blades. Even without the Eight-Tails, Bee was clearly Kage-level.
But not being able to copy it didn't mean he couldn't see through it.
Obito's pupils trembled, red veins spreading across the whites of his eyes. His vision—his insight—reached its peak.
The chaotic flurry of blades began to slow in his perception.
He's open! Obito muttered, flicking a kunai into his left hand.
Out of the eight incoming blades, he dodged four, blocked three with the fan, and met the last with the kunai—charged with lightning chakra.
CRACK!!
The kunai shattered the sword.
A deep gash opened across Bee's chest.
"Wha—?!" Killer Bee looked at the blood spraying from his body, stunned.
BOOM! Obito spun and kicked Bee square in the chest, sending him hurtling into the rock wall.
"Trying to play with Lightning Release in front of me? Watch me turn you to sushi, fool! Stupid bastard!" Bee roared.
Seven of his remaining swords surged with Lightning chakra. He hurled them at Obito one after another.
Obito, eyes ablaze, parried them with precision—CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!—one after another.
CRACK! After blocking three, his kunai broke in half. Without flinching, he tossed one half forward, knocking away another blade.
He jumped, the last two swords whizzing just inches from his chest and back.
Then the seventh blade came.
Obito, airborne and unable to dodge, reached out—SNATCH!—grabbing the falling half of the broken kunai midair.
CLANG! He parried the final strike just in time.
All of this happened in mere seconds.
A masterclass in Sharingan insight.
Obito landed calmly.
Even Killer Bee was stunned. "Yo! That was dope! I'm impressed, ya know?!"
"…I've got no choice now," Bee muttered.
RUMBLE!
Red, translucent chakra burst from his body.
The cloak of the Eight-Tails surrounded him, eight tails lashing behind. The earth trembled beneath his feet.
"You're strong… but I'm Killer Bee, Jinchūriki of the Eight-Tails! Feel the Thunder Plow Hot Sword!"
BOOM!!
His massive arms wrapped around Obito's torso—an explosive bear hug. The same move had once shattered Sasuke's internal organs.
CRASH!! Obito's body slammed into the cliffside, dust and debris flying everywhere.
"WEEEEIIII!!!!" Bee howled to the sky in triumph.
"…So that's it," Obito's voice echoed from the smoke. "Tailed beast chakra-enhanced strength and speed... Impressive power."
Killer Bee froze, adjusting his sunglasses. No way… someone survived my Thunder Plow Hot Sword…?
Obito emerged from the dust, Susanoo armor slowly wrapping around him.
Underneath the vibrant mask, his Mangekyō Sharingan glowed with terrifying brilliance.
His voice was deep, commanding:
"Enough warm-up, Killer Bee. Or should I say—Eight-Tails.
Let's begin the real battle."