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The chamber was silent. Obito remained seated, eyes fixed on his hands. Black markings covered his forearms, and in his palms, the Rinnegan. They weren't originally his, but now, thanks to Amado's work, they responded to his chakra.
"Let's see if this really works," he muttered.
He opened his right hand. The Rinnegan activated. A pulse of energy distorted the air in front of him. He did the same with the left. Both eyes vibrated slightly, recognizing his control.
He stood up and circulated chakra through his system. It flowed without interruption. The arms weren't mere prosthetics. Amado had connected every cell, every chakra channel, as if they were part of his original body.
He closed his eyes and focused his energy.
"Limbo Hengoku…"
He felt something beside him. He opened his eyes. No one was there, but he knew it: a version of himself, an invisible clone, stood right there. Limbo was a unique technique of Madara's Rinnegan. It allowed the user to project "reflections" of themselves into a parallel plane. They were invisible and intangible to almost everyone, except for Rinnegan or Senjutsu users.
He moved an arm. The shadow mimicked him. He gave a mental order. The shadow moved away, passing through a wall without a sound.
"This… is useful for all types of combat," he murmured.
Next, he tested Shinra Tensei, another basic Rinnegan technique. As he extended his chakra, a repulsive force burst outward from his body. The pressure exploded out. The ground cracked, a metal table flew through the air, and several shelves collapsed.
"Pure gravity. At short range, a defense. At long range, a weapon."
He waited a few seconds. Tried again. This time with more precision. He was learning quickly.
He continued with Banshō Ten'in, the opposite technique. He aimed at a capsule on the other side of the room. Chakra pulled it toward him. It shot into his hand as if called by a magnet.
"Attraction and repulsion. Two sides of the same coin."
Then he formed a special seal. He summoned a small black sphere into the air: Chibaku Tensei. The sphere rose and began pulling the lab's remains toward it. Objects floated, compressed together, forming a rocky mass around it.
"A gravitational core… to seal enemies or destroy an entire field."
He canceled the technique before it could destroy the entire room. The sphere dissolved and the objects dropped.
He also tested the Human Path. He summoned one of the test creatures and placed his hand on its "head." The Rinnegan glowed. He felt the connection—he could extract the soul of a living person, absorb their memories… and kill them in the process.
"This… is more than I imagined."
Lastly, he summoned more Limbo clones. First one. Then two. Finally, four. All moved independently. He sent them throughout different areas of the base. No sensor detected them. No one saw them. But he knew exactly where each one was. He felt them like his own limbs.
When finished, he walked over to a mirror.
He observed himself. The arms moved naturally. The palms glowed faintly with the activated Rinnegan. His chakra was no longer just his. It was now fused with Madara's power, with the knowledge once used to dominate nations.
"This body… is no longer the same."
He formed a seal with one hand. One of the Limbo clones reappeared beside him.
"With this… I need no help."
Obito was ready.
The real training… had only just begun.
After finishing his trial, Obito deactivated the Rinnegan for a moment. He needed to measure how far his power could go in a real environment. He left the training room and walked through the halls of Kara's base, unhurried. Automatic lights turned on as he passed, revealing metal corridors and secondary labs. Then, without warning, an explosion blocked his path. The smoke cleared, revealing Boro, surrounded by toxic vapor.
"So you're Amado's new experiment…" he sneered. "Let's see if you're worth anything."
Before he could finish his sentence, one of Obito's Limbo clones slashed through him with a barrage of invisible cuts. Boro growled as his body was torn apart in multiple spots, sliced completely, as if by invisible blades. However, seconds later, his flesh began to regenerate slowly.
"Tch… how annoying," Obito said without expression.
He activated a second Limbo. The two clones attacked in unison, moving like deadly shadows. They struck Boro again from different angles, slicing tendons, organs, and piercing his chest. Still, Boro smiled as his body restored every damaged part.
"This is getting fun!" Boro roared, launching himself forward.
Obito didn't flinch. He raised a hand, ready to unleash Limbo again.
Obito didn't need more words. With a simple motion, his Limbo clones flanked Boro once again. This time, they didn't just slice. One of them pierced Boro's torso and, with precision, extracted the glowing, pulsing core hidden inside him—the source of his regeneration. The true weak point that only someone with a Sharingan could detect so quickly.
"Ah… so this is what kept you alive," Obito said, observing the core in his hand, suspended by a chakra thread.
Boro fell to his knees, his body beginning to collapse, unable to regenerate without the core.
"Y-you… bastard…" he muttered.
Obito stared coldly.
"You should've stayed in your lab."
He crushed the core with light pressure. Boro's body collapsed, lifeless, leaving no trace of life behind. There was no explosion. No last words. Only absolute silence.
Minutes later, Obito reached the base's main hall. There stood Jigen, as if he already knew what had happened.
"Finished with him?" he asked indifferently.
Obito looked at him, not hiding his displeasure.
"I told you once… I didn't come here to obey. I forgave you once for interfering."
He stepped forward, letting his eyes—the Sharingan and the Rinnegan on his palms—speak for him.
"But a second time… there won't be forgiveness."
He turned around without waiting for a reply, disappearing into a swirling vortex generated by Kamui, leaving Jigen alone in the room, expressionless.
The echo of distorted space was all that remained.