Uchiha Obito, wearing an orange mask, walked alone through the shadows of the trees.
The wind blew, and the leaves rustled, but it couldn't hide the anxiety in his heart.
His plan to destroy Konoha had failed.
He had thought that with Kamui's intangibility, he could suppress Minato Namikaze, but he didn't expect that the other party would see through his weakness with just one encounter.
The Flying Thunder God Technique's teleportation speed was even faster than his spatial transfer.
In the end, he had no choice but to abandon the Nine-Tailed and retreat in a sorry state.
"Still not strong enough..." Obito clenched his fist, his Sharingan beneath the mask flickering with a crimson glow. "Rin, I will definitely create a world with you in it. Just wait until I fully master this power..."
Suddenly, the ground trembled slightly, and a black figure emerged from the mud.
Obito paused, saying coldly, "Black Zetsu? What is it?"
Black Zetsu's voice was low and urgent: "Someone's here! Obito!"
Obito's pupils constricted. His whereabouts had been exposed?
Before he could ask, Black Zetsu had already quickly merged into his body.
The next second, a white figure landed steadily in front of him.
The newcomer was dressed in white, with long black hair gently swaying in the wind, and a serene face.
Most striking were his pure white eyes, the Byakugan!
He wasn't wearing a forehead protector, and there was no "Caged Bird Curse Seal" on his smooth forehead. His hands were clasped behind his back, his posture calm, yet it made Obito's body tense.
"This Chakra...? !"
Obito's heart trembled. Although the person in front of him was young, he felt an invisible pressure.
Even more puzzling was that the other person's appearance was strangely familiar. A name almost slipped out, but he swallowed it back.
Impossible, a young strong person from the Hyuga Clan, yet his strength is so unfathomable...
Who exactly is he?
Saint Mi smiled slightly: "Where are you going, Uchiha Madara?"
Obito's whole body shook violently, and the expression under his mask suddenly turned ferocious: "How do you know that name?!"
Before he finished speaking, his figure flashed like a ghost in front of Saint Mi. The iron chain in his hand rattled, coiling up from his left side, while the shuriken in his right hand aimed directly for the throat!
"No matter where you learned that name—" Obito's voice was bone-chillingly cold, "You will die today!"
Obito's speed was extremely fast, giving almost no time for reaction.
Just as Obito thought the other party had been scared stiff, Saint Mi's lips suddenly curved into a dangerous arc.
Bang!
A massive force, like a mountain toppling, suddenly struck. Obito didn't even have time to react; his entire body was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string.
His back consecutively broke three thick oak trees before he finally crashed heavily into a thicket of bushes.
Dead branches and leaves, mixed with dirt, splattered into the air, raising a cloud of dust.
"Be careful! His strength is very high!" Black Zetsu's voice exploded in Obito's ear.
Obito spat out a mouthful of blood, propping himself up with trembling arms.
Only then did he see clearly: Saint Mi had simply raised one hand, and that casual push contained such terrifying power.
"Someone from the Hyuga Clan..." Obito's voice was hoarse, "Who exactly are you?"
Saint Mi still maintained that calm smile: "You forgot me after only a few years? But it's understandable, we were never close to begin with."
"Perhaps..." Saint Mi said, "I should call you by your real name? Uchiha Obito?"
These words were like a sharp sword, directly piercing Obito's psychological defense.
His body trembled violently, and the tomoe in his Sharingan spun wildly.
"You're asking for death!!"
Obito suddenly burst forth, Chakra boiling within his body.
He leaped into the air, rapidly forming hand seals: "Fire Release: Phoenix Sage Fire Technique!"
Dozens of scorching fireballs spewed from Obito's mouth, striking towards Saint Mi like meteors.
The firelight illuminated the entire forest, and the tree shadows twisted and deformed in the dancing flames, possessing a terrifying might.
Saint Mi's figure weaved through the rain of fire, moving so fast that he almost left afterimages.
The first few waves of fireballs were easily dodged by him, and the last fireball coming directly at him was directly dispersed by a single Eight Trigrams Empty Palm, sending sparks flying.
"Kamui!"
Just then, Obito's figure suddenly vanished, appearing out of thin air behind Saint Mi in the next second.
His hands, wrapped in iron chains, went straight for Saint Mi's vital points, and the Sharingan visible through the mask's hole had silently changed its form!
Mangekyo Sharingan!
Bang!
Saint Mi returned with a palm strike, this time the Eight Trigrams Empty Palm was even more powerful than before.
However, the violent Chakra shockwave passed directly through Obito's intangible body, leveling a small area behind him.
"It's over!" Obito revealed a cold smile, extending his hands towards Saint Mi.
This was the unique ability of his Mangekyo Sharingan, Kamui, which allowed his body to become intangible, dodging attacks.
As long as he touched someone, he could use Kamui to directly send the opponent into a different dimension.
For opponents who didn't understand his ability, it was almost always effective.
Only top-tier Ninja World strong people like Minato Namikaze could realize Kamui's weakness during a fight.
Obito's hand was about to wrap around Saint Mi's neck, and Obito's body also solidified at that moment.
"Eight Trigrams Palms: Rotation."
Saint Mi's voice was almost inaudible.
The next second, a dazzling blue Chakra sphere suddenly erupted from his center.
A violent whirlwind instantly swept through the surrounding area, and the ground was literally scraped away in a layer.
Obito had no time to react; his entire body was swept into this Chakra storm.
Boom!
Towering trees snapped under the power of Rotation, and wood chips and fallen leaves danced wildly in the air.
When the Chakra storm subsided, the formerly dense forest had become a circular clearing, and Obito's figure lay at the edge, his mask showing fine cracks.
He staggered up from the rubble, his single eye under the mask wide and bloodshot.