So... he was almost healed.
Whether I can keep him pinned down or not, he has stepped into the trap. I can't let him escape now.
Besides, we were only two or three steps away from it. The harder Taki Chiba was to deal with, the greater his value.
And the greater his value, the more worthwhile it was!
This opportunity couldn't be wasted for nothing.
Reflected in the crimson glow of his Three Tomoe Sharingan were the two hands surrounded by faint green radiance and dripping blood. The Masked Man narrowed his eyes slightly as the thought flashed through his mind, seeming to finally make up his mind.
Having made his decision, the Masked Man slowly rose to his feet, his right hand lightly pressing against the Ninja Sword at his lower back as he drew a small breath.
I'll do it this way!
No matter what schemes Obito has, no matter what schemes he has that are certain to achieve his goal.
This is all I can do! After all, Obito's combat strength is right there.
At that moment, opposite the Masked Man, the faint green radiance in Chiba's bloodied hands slowly faded. He lowered his hands, picked up the Ninja Sword beside him with his right hand, sheathed it, and slowly stood up as well, seemingly making up his mind.
At last, he stood with one hand on his sword, drawing a slight breath. His pupils, nearly filled with emerald flames, reflected the Masked Man as he rose to his feet.
Faintly, the two men, both standing still with hands on their swords and minds focused, seemed to be mirror images of each other.
"Sizzle... sizzle..."
At this time, the last wisps of smoke from the pillars of flame had already drifted away. At the point where