"Your eye technique is clearly not gravity control."
Wearing an orange-red single-eyed mask, Obito clutched his severed right shoulder, his gaze wary as he looked at the distant figure.
Old! Withered!
The first impression of that figure made people feel a gust of wind could blow it apart.
Yet if you observed closely, you would find matters were not so simple.
The years made him look old, but did not cause his body to hunch; his spine remained as straight as a spear, as if the sky collapsing would only cause a hole to appear in it, rather than crush him down.
A calm, indifferent expression and scarlet, ominous eyes, as though the movement of heaven, earth, sun, and moon were all within his control, gave a sense of being powerful yet unfathomably mysterious.
The gathering of Mist ninja did not even dare breathe too heavily, afraid of drawing that old man's attention.
The old man appeared and instantly took down the Fourth Mizukage Yagura Karatachi, and was about to publicly extract the tailed beast within his body; had the masked man not stepped in to ruin things, the Fourth Mizukage would have bid farewell to his identity as the Three-Tails Jinchuriki.
The next moment, he heavily injured him in the blink of an eye—the mysteriously appearing masked man.
How could the Mist ninja not be terrified?
The Konoha-side ninja saw that man and immediately wore awkward expressions; those who had previously loudly accused the Uchiha dared not utter another word.
With loose long hair, wearing a white kimono and a black haori jacket, Hyuga Clan Head Hiashi Hyuga, whose expression had always been as calm as water, underwent a change.
"Old Man Setsuna!"
"The eye technique you just used..." Obito's gaze was grave, the emotions deep within his heart