When he realized his eyesight had returned, Obito could barely contain his excitement.
Before, when he'd had White Zetsu touch his Sharingan, he'd secretly siphoned off some of its Chakra. He hadn't been very confident it would work. Dojutsu was one thing, but without his actual eyes, even if he obtained some Dojutsu, he might not be able to use Kamui.
But he hadn't expected the Dojutsu White Zetsu had siphoned off to be so pure. Not only had it briefly restored his eyesight, it had even given him one chance to use Kamui.
Could it be because they evolved into the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan?
In the blink of an eye, he pushed the question aside. This was clearly no time to investigate. The Dojutsu White Zetsu had siphoned off was like a rootless duckweed; every bit he used was gone for good. His most pressing task was to reclaim his Sharingan as quickly as possible.
That's right!
Even in such dire straits, Obito wasn't thinking about escaping right away. He intended to reclaim his own Sharingan!
He quickly composed himself and considered what to do next.
Though he'd been blind for a while, he had silently memorized the layout of the laboratory. White Zetsu had also told him roughly where Lab 3 was, so he gauged the direction and phased himself instantly.
He knew that the moment he began phasing, the clock was ticking, so he didn't dare waste time. In his phased state, he passed through one laboratory after another until he found Lab 3.
Of course, the reason he found Lab 3 so easily was that he saw White Zetsu being experimented on at the operating table.
Thud! Thud!
As he emerged from his phased state, Obito struck without a sound, knocking out the two researchers who