Obito's figure looked thin beneath the moonlight. No matter how loose the Akatsuki Organization cloak was, it could not hide his solitary silhouette.
His heart had long been empty, and he had long since been utterly disappointed in this world. Unlike Nagato, who still possessed the passion to remake the world, Obito's passion had died on that night beneath the blood moon.
Obito looked toward a certain spot and tightened his grip on the chains in his hands. His pace remained unchanged, neither hurried nor slow, yet full of oppression.
As Yugito Nii watched Obito draw closer and closer, she had already confirmed that he was a member of the Akatsuki Organization. He had come with ill intent, so there was no need for her to greet him.
"Whoosh, whoosh~"
Several shuriken burning with blue flames tore through the moonlight. The Flying Fire Shuriken shot toward the seemingly defenseless Obito at tremendous speed.
There was very little intelligence on this man. Other than throwing bombs, he had not displayed anything particularly remarkable in battle, so Yugito Nii decided to test him first.
"Clang, clang, clang~"
The chains binding Obito blurred into several afterimages as he swung them. The chains collided with the shuriken, knocking them away as expected, but the flames attached to them splashed onto Obito's body.
Those flames were not especially damaging, and Yugito Nii had never intended to take him down with just a few shuriken. The flames were meant more for tracking and sensing. Using them as markers, Yugito Nii's next attacks would follow Obito's location.
But Obito seemed to know that the flames were no ordinary thing. He had no intention of allowing them to remain on his body. Ripples faintly appeared in space, and his figure became somewhat unreal, almost as though several distorted