"I only wanted revenge against Konoha. I bear no ill will toward the Uchiha. After all, I am one of the Uchiha myself."
Obito seemed to stroll leisurely across the deck, unconcerned about turning his back on Shamu.
Heh, what a joke.
Shamu's face remained expressionless. Like hell I believe you. If I hadn't gotten Shisui and Itachi away first, you would have wiped out the Uchiha by now.
"Chinese Cuisine was all your doing, wasn't it?" Obito asked.
"So what if it was? So what if it wasn't?" Shamu neither confirmed nor denied it.
"I have a deal. Why not hear me out?" Obito paid no mind to Shamu's coldness.
He simply strolled across the deck, seemingly completely defenseless as he approached Shamu.
But Shamu clearly sensed that Obito was avoiding his gaze.
Was Obito really this cautious now? Guarding against both his Susanoo and his genjutsu?
Obito's Kamui was a passive ability. As long as he was attacked, it activated automatically.
Thus, sneak attacks were meaningless. But everyone knew that once the Sharingan's consumption grew too great, it would fall out of the Mangekyō Sharingan state, revert to Three-Tomoe, and eventually shut down entirely.
Obito had transplanted Hashirama Cells, reducing his consumption and speeding up his recovery.
However, a powerful genjutsu could instantly drain all of Obito's mental energy, making him immediately fall out of the Mangekyō Sharingan state.
Kamui would become useless as well.
Of course, Obito was also a genius. After all, he had jumped directly from Two-Tomoe to Mangekyō.
Ordinary genjutsu was ineffective against him. Only advanced genjutsu worked, and Mangekyō genjutsu worked even better.
Obito kept refusing to look at Shamu because he feared that Shamu's genjutsu attainments were equally high.
In truth, Obito was worrying too much. Genjutsu was Shamu's weakest area. Although