Splash.
The pouring rain seemed to have let up a little.
Obito tilted his head back, his face slick with grease.
Drip.
Drip.
A few drops of thick, yellow-brown liquid even seeped through the gaps in his mask and into his mouth.
It tasted a little fishy.
Silence.
Deathly silence.
Only the cold rain pelted his face.
It pounded against his stiffening back.
And against Kisame's split-open shark head.
Itachi silently lowered his head, moving quickly.
Meanwhile, Zetsu, who had just recovered, grinned like a madman from within his pitcher-plant body.
"Ha! Seconds! Seconds!"
"A second taste! It's even better the second time!"
The little mouth rattled on and on.
As it chattered, it suddenly shuddered.
Up ahead, Obito wiped the toad oil off his face, then turned and glared fiercely at White Zetsu.
"Shut your mouth!" He was furious!
He even felt the urge to rip off his mask and go on a killing spree!
But after thinking it over, Obito decided he didn't want to go on a killing spree just yet...
On the roof across from them,
Jiraiya came back to himself from his thoughts about the Tailed Beast Bomb. Watching the scene, he looked perplexed.
"So toad oil can be used like that?"
It was as if he'd discovered a whole new world. The light in his eyes grew increasingly strange.
At the same time, he quickly jotted notes in his intelligence book.
Below,
Jin landed on the ground and stepped through the air.
With every step, he planted his foot on a ball of condensed air beneath him.
Not a drop of mud touched him; not a speck of dust clung to him.
With Three Feet Before Me around him, he seemed like a three-dimensional being plucked from two-dimensional time.
He looked incredibly solid.
"Well,