"Six hundred billion explosive tags." Konan's voice was low and calm. "Enough to keep this sea burning for three days and nights. Whether you hide underwater or in Kamui's Dimension, you'll be blasted to dust."
Her fingertips stirred lightly.
The first explosive tag detonated. Then the second, the third, the hundredth... In an instant, the mirror-smooth sea became an ancient beast jolting awake from ten thousand years of slumber, unleashing waves of heat that threatened to tear the sky apart. Shock waves piled upon one another, surging and exploding. Tens of thousands of explosive tags ignited every second, churning the sea for kilometers around. The waves evaporated into clouds of white mist, reefs shattered, and seawater boiled. The entire stretch of ocean became an apocalyptic inferno. The thunderous explosions reached even the coast dozens of kilometers away, making the fishing villagers think heaven and earth were collapsing.
The full power of six hundred billion explosive tags was unleashed within minutes.
When the sea finally grew calm again, the landscape had been utterly transformed—islands had vanished, the waves had receded, and vast stretches of seabed lay exposed. Breathing a little heavily, Konan looked toward the scorched seabed. Yet there, within her sight, a dark figure slowly rose through the smoke. His robes were in tatters and much of his skin was burned, but he was still alive.
"Impossible..." Konan's pupils contracted sharply.
Obito lifted his face, burned almost beyond recognition. His lone blood-red eye held a calm that bordered on madness. In his right palm, a spare Sharingan was slowly closing—Izanagi had once again rewritten his certain death. The spare eye he had cultivated at untold expense exhausted its power, went blind, shattered, and fell.
"You certainly spent a long time preparing." Obito's voice was hoarse, broken by the smoke choking