"You're young and already possess such strength—indeed, you have reason to be arrogant. But as a senior, it's my duty to teach you a lesson: there's always someone stronger out there."
Uchiha Obito leapt backward, putting distance between himself and Uchiha Aki. A heavy iron chain slid from his sleeve and crashed to the ground with a dull thud.
He was going to make Uchiha Aki understand what a true gap in strength looked like—and who should be leading this collaboration.
From what he had observed, Uchiha Aki's swordsmanship was exceptional, and he appeared to manipulate gravity, resembling a kekkei genkai, even bearing some similarity to the Rinnegan's abilities.
But a brat without even a Mangekyō Sharingan? Obito had no reason to take him too seriously.
"You're confident? Just because of that one Mangekyō?" Uchiha Aki rested his hand on the hilt of the First Generation Onikiri. His pitch-black eyes slowly morphed into crimson Sharingan with three tomoe, staring coldly at Obito.
"Since you only have one eye, I'll let you make the first move." Aki said flatly. Though his words sounded courteous, his face was thick with mockery.
"What an arrogant little brat. Today, I'll show you that even with a single eye, the Mangekyō Sharingan reigns supreme over your mere three tomoe!" Obito's expression darkened, rage burning in his chest.
Even Uchiha Itachi, with both Mangekyō activated, treated Obito with a degree of caution.
Yet this fledgling with newly awakened three-tomoe dared to mock him like this?
He was even more infuriating than Itachi!
"Katon: Bakufū Ranbu!"
With a single-hand seal, Obito's crimson Sharingan focused intensely. The space before him twisted like a vortex as he spat out a wave of scorching flames. Empowered by the spiraling distortion, the firestorm spun out like a furious dragon, roaring toward Uchiha Aki.
With the aid of Kamui, this Fire Style technique possessed terrifying might—on par with an A-rank jutsu.
Obito didn't expect to end the battle with just this move. But it was a distraction.
"Kamui."
Space around him warped, and Obito vanished into thin air, planning to reappear behind Aki while his attention was split between dodging or countering the flames.
That would be the moment he struck to win.
"This Fire Style... it is powerful."
Uchiha Aki stood unmoving, calmly watching the searing flames approach. With a swift double-draw, a blade wrapped in Armament Haki-infused energy flew forward, slicing the ground as it surged ahead.
Boom—!
The blade energy collided with the firestorm, and the intense flames were split—once into two, then into four. The torrent was forcibly carved apart!
Inside the Kamui Dimension.
Obito's eyes narrowed as he watched the fire get cleaved. A flicker of surprise passed through them.
Aki's blade aura... was strange.
People could extinguish or withstand fire—but to cut it?
It was as if, to Aki, the flames were tangible, graspable.
Obito activated Kamui.
So what if he could slash through flames? That was just a diversion. The real killing blow was now.
Behind Aki, space twisted again—Obito's form emerging, black iron chains coiling toward Aki's neck.
"I can hear it—your malice."
Aki spun and slashed.
His Observation Haki had already sensed Obito's intent.
Buzz—!
A single slash erupted with a massive burst of sword energy, tearing the ground like a gale and slicing toward Obito.
But it passed right through him.
No wound. No blood.
"You predicted me? Or just reacted fast? Doesn't matter. This match—still belongs to me!"
Obito didn't even glance at the sword that had phased through him. His hand lunged straight for Aki's throat.
Only an inch away.
At this range, speed or reflexes were meaningless—unless Aki had Minato's level of instantaneous teleportation, he stood no chance.
At that moment—Aki's eyes shifted. The three tomoe spun once and transformed into a Mangekyō engraved with an intricate pattern!
A vast surge of ocular power swept the battlefield. Aki's Mangekyō Sharingan activated, crimson chakra enveloping him, morphing into the skeletal armor of a massive ethereal warrior.
Susanoo.
"That's... Susanoo?! You awakened your Mangekyō already?!"
Obito's face twisted in shock. He only hesitated a heartbeat before canceling the genjutsu and activating Kamui again to phase out.
But it was too late.
A crimson skeletal fist smashed into him, sending his body flying.
Boom—!
Obito crashed into a stone wall, shattering it completely. Rubble tumbled. Dust clouded the entire field.
"Cough... cough..."
Obito pushed aside the debris and slowly stood up, his single eye glaring at the Susanoo-armored Aki.
"A Mangekyō Sharingan... I didn't expect you to hide this so well."
A piece of Obito's mask had cracked, revealing a blood-stained corner of his mouth. He wiped the blood away, inwardly shaken by Aki's true power.
Aki was strong. Though Obito had only used about half his strength, he was sure Aki hadn't gone all out either.
He had just been mocking Aki for not awakening his Mangekyō—and in the next moment, Aki had shown it, catching him completely off guard.
If this had been a life-or-death duel... the outcome would be uncertain.
Even with only one Mangekyō, Obito still had many hidden cards—and full confidence he could kill Aki.
"I was never arrogant. That's called confidence. You, on the other hand, were overconfident. Wouldn't you agree... Senior Madara?"
Aki smiled slightly, contempt in his expression.
Obito had been caught off guard because of Aki's Mangekyō. But in truth, Aki hadn't even used half his strength—in fact, he hadn't taken the match seriously at all until the final moment.
"Humph."
Obito's face darkened. He snorted coldly and said, "You've passed. When do we move?"
Go ahead and enjoy your moment of triumph. Sooner or later, you'll be the one crying.
"Three days from now. Valley of the End."
Aki sheathed the First Generation Onikiri—and with a flicker, vanished without a trace.
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