First Intelligence Gap

Uzumaki Sora ripped the iron chain directly from his abdomen, the formidable vitality of his Sage Body quickly knitting the wound shut.

Yet, the gravity in Uzumaki Sora's eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

Intelligence!

For the first time, Sora felt the shock that came from a lack of information.

Izanagi?

No, converting unfavorable outcomes into a dream did not match the situation that had just unfolded.

Deep Forest Emergence had not bound Masked Obito, and his iron chains had not touched him prior to this.

But there were six space coordinates in total; how had he guessed them?

This was a power outside of his memories.

"Surprised?"

Seeing the giant trees cease their assault, Masked Obito looked coldly at Uzumaki Sora: "It's a pity I didn't aim for your head this time, but that might not be the case next time. I imagine that even with the complete vitality of the First Hokage, the result would be the same if your head were pierced, right?"

Uzumaki Sora's gaze narrowed: "Is this the leverage you're relying on to keep me here? But I am curious, how did you manage that just now?"

Masked Obito smiled and replied: "Once you're dead, I'll explain it to your corpse."

As the words fell, Masked Obito's Mangekyou activated its ability once more.

For a time, the power of Deep Forest Emergence had negligible effect on him, and the Flying Thunder God Jutsu seemed to be countered by some ability of his.

For the first time, Sora felt a sense of being suppressed.

"Fire Release, Great Fireball Technique."

Facing the incoming massive fireball, countless trees moved to extinguish it.

But Uzumaki Sora, positioned behind the giant trees, did not feel at ease; fighting like this seemed like it would never end.

Moreover, Deva Path Pain and Konan were holding the line nearby; if it weren't for the fact that Masked Obito was showing off and the other two also intended to probe him, things would likely be even more troublesome right now.

Should he take a gamble?

In any case, as long as the Clone and the main body did not die simultaneously before midnight, the Secret Scroll could be used again after midnight.

Masked Obito possessed a new ability; this situation was likely a butterfly effect caused by his own presence.

And in this world, unless one possessed power that overwhelmed everything like Hashirama and Madara in their later years, the importance of intelligence determined the outcome of most battles.

"Swish!"

Once again, the Flying Thunder God Jutsu was used, but this time, the coordinate for the Flying Thunder God was not a Kunai...

It was Masked Obito's iron chain!

The moment he pulled the chain from his abdomen earlier, Sora had imprinted a Flying Thunder God seal onto it.

This time, it was meant to catch him off guard.

"Bang!"

The iron chain flew out.

"Fire Release, Great Fireball Technique."

The moment Sora appeared, he realized the distance was wrong, and he was immediately engulfed by flames that had already been positioned all around him.

"Bang!"

Uzumaki Sora hit the ground, feeling pain throughout his entire body; as the first person to be hit by a Great Fireball Technique, if not for his Sage Body, he would likely be dead or in critical condition by now.

However...

The moment he appeared after the Flying Thunder God, the distance was off, and he was perfectly enveloped by the flames of the Great Fireball Technique the instant he arrived.

This situation...

"Have you already guessed it? But appearing directly on my weapon was unexpected; otherwise, it wouldn't have been just one Fire Release ninjutsu."

Masked Obito slowly retracted the iron chain, watching Sora as he recovered, and continued: "My ability makes it so you can't hit me at all, while your Flying Thunder God has been seen through by me. So... all your struggles now are in vain."

Sora slowly stood up, the burns on his body peeling away in patches to reveal new skin.

The vitality of the Sage Body was truly incredible.

But even with a Sage Body, just as Masked Obito had said, if his head were pierced or severed, the result would be the same death.

"It seems borrowing something today is impossible."

Sora looked at the ruins of the clearing and sighed: "Although I still don't understand where you obtained this power, this time I truly miscalculated."

"Then let's end it here; with the power of the three of you, I truly have no way to obtain what I want."

As the words fell, Uzumaki Sora's figure vanished from the spot.

Masked Obito turned to the side and asked: "Used space-time ninjutsu to leave?"

A black-and-white figure slowly rose from the soil beneath the large crater: "He has already left. With an ability like space-time movement, there are indeed very few powers that can keep him here."

Pain, who had been watching the battle from the side, glanced at the two: "If the power of a god truly descends, then no one can retreat unscathed."

As the words fell, Pain turned and left directly. Konan, following behind him, formed a hand seal and departed as well without a word.

Meanwhile, Konan's Paper Clone began packing up the Shuriken engraved with jutsu formulas to dispose of them; such things were too dangerous to leave behind in the village.

"Swish!"

"Bang!"

In an instant, the returning Uzumaki Sora suddenly appeared beside Obito's iron chains.

A long blade cleaved downward across the chains, carving a massive wound that stretched from Obito's shoulder all the way to his abdomen.

"Pfft!"

Blood gushed out in an instant. Uzumaki Sora, separated by the taut, blocking chains, remarked, "Not a passive, but an active skill? To still dare keep chains engraved with my formula by your side—you've grown arrogant."

The pupil visible in Obito's mask grew increasingly ferocious: "Uzumaki... Sora! You are courting death!"

Shinra Tensei!

The sudden repulsive force sent both Sora and Obito flying. Pain, who had rushed back, wore an expression of indignant fury.

"Uzumaki Sora, you have challenged the dignity of a god time and time again. Do you... wish to die?"

Uzumaki Sora flipped to his feet, smiled, and said, "I've died more than once already; one more time really isn't a big deal. However... can you actually kill me?"

Masked Obito said in a low voice, "Then leave your life here for once!"

In a flash, Obito charged forward again.

But Uzumaki Sora smiled and vanished from the spot, leaving Masked Obito with the sensation of punching empty air.

"Utterly disgusting!"

Zetsu, standing to the side, spoke up again: "He left, he's quite far away."

Obito glanced at him and said, "I know that without you telling me this time. Space-time ninjutsu—it's truly disgusting."

White Zetsu chimed in at an inopportune moment: "Speaking of space-time ninjutsu, it seems you also..."

The last word was never spoken, as Obito silenced him with a single glare. White Zetsu spread his hands, signaling he would shut up from here on out.

Masked Obito looked at the iron chains already discarded on the ground and said to Konan, "Help me dispose of these as well; they are useless now."

Konan, who had returned with Pain, nodded and said, "Regarding this person, I need all the intelligence you possess."

Obito shook his head slightly: "I have already told you everything I know; I am not clear on the rest. But the next time we meet... he won't have it as easy as he did today."

The gruesome wound was already clotting under the influence of the Hashirama Cells, but Obito had etched these two humiliations deep into his heart.

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