Obito is Captured

Shisui, standing with his blade held horizontally, began to move in an instant. Like a Clone Technique, over a dozen Shisuis surrounded Masked Obito.

Masked Obito formed hand seals: "Release!"

The dozen-plus Shisuis spoke in unison: "It's useless. My Body Flicker Technique isn't just a simple illusion. Under the enhancement of Mangekyou ocular power, a simple release has no effect..."

Masked Obito's expression turned ferocious as a long blade struck from behind, only for him to catch the wrist in the next moment.

Kamui!

A spatial vortex appeared once more, and Shisui's figure was sucked into the swirl, but Masked Obito's complexion grew increasingly grim.

Not a physical body!

No, the sensation of grabbing the wrist was clearly that of a physical form.

"Bang!" The long blade was parried by iron chains.

"Slap!" A lunging kick was blocked by an arm.

Every attack coming from all sides carried the force of a physical body, yet the attacks from the Deep Forest Emergence passed straight through his chest every time.

How similar this was to his own intangibility; if he didn't find the real body, failure was only a matter of time.

Retreating, Shisui—who still maintained a surrounding formation—narrowed his eyes: "I must say, to have fought to this point despite you possessing so much intelligence, you truly have the capital to be proud."

The former dead-last of the Uchiha Clan, that naive boy who once thought that protecting his eyes with eye drops and an eyepatch would awaken his eyes sooner...

His growth in power was truly terrifying!

"Do you think you've already won? If it weren't for Kakashi! If it weren't for that bastard Kakashi!"

"Kamui!"

Spatial vortexes emerged incessantly, pulling all six Shisuis who were attacking him into the physical space, while a trickle of blood fell from the eye beneath the mask.

Even with Hashirama Cells, the replenishment could not keep up with the consumption for a moment.

"Just the struggles of a cornered beast!"

As Shisui finished speaking, a wisp of flame climbed up the ninja blade in his hand, and physical clones appeared once again.

"Swish!"

In an instant, the Flame Blade struck toward Masked Obito. Under the Body Flicker, every attack appeared at the most opportune position.

"Ka...mui!!"

Amidst Masked Obito's hysterical roar, spatial vortexes emerged continuously, defending against the attacks while probing for Shisui's true body.

"It's useless. Every clone has a physical body yet lacks one, and every attack is real. Under the enhancement of Mangekyou ocular power, this kind of illusion is unsolvable for you!"

"Bang!"

"Hoo, hoo, hoo..."

The flaming blade dissipated, the spatial vortexes ceased to appear, and the surging trees nearby came to a halt. Obito collapsed to his knees, gasping for air.

Shisui, standing before him, had also exhausted much of his stamina. Although it was easier than his enemy's constant use of Mangekyou techniques, the effect of the Hashirama Cells could not be ignored.

"Why didn't you kill me?" the voice beneath the mask carried a hint of confusion.

"Your life is not for me to decide. The Uchiha's predicament is becoming increasingly difficult, and with this incident... fortunately!"

Uchiha Shisui felt an unprecedented sense of relief—relief that the invading enemy had been stopped, and relief that the one who stopped him was himself, a genius of the Uchiha Clan.

With his reputation, he represented the stance of a portion of the Uchiha, and with Captain Fugaku outside, this also signaled the Uchiha's attitude toward the Fourth.

Hearing this, Obito laughed: "Hehehe... have you guessed something? You will regret this!"

Shisui shook his head slightly, ignoring him, and said: "To prevent you from escaping, I need to temporarily reclaim your ability."

"Swish!"

Following a Body Flicker, Shisui's hand reached out, and in an instant, he gouged out the right eye from beneath Obito's mask.

"Ah!!"

Amidst Obito's screams, Kakashi, who had just recovered a bit, walked over: "I can use it once more. Shall we head out?"

Shisui glanced at Kakashi, wondering what kind of blow the White Fang's descendant would suffer once the mask of the person before him fell.

"Let's go. The Fourth is still waiting for us."

Pulling up his headband, Kakashi activated his Mangekyou, and a spatial vortex appeared, bringing the three of them out of the Kamui Dimension.

Atop the Hokage Rock, a clone held binoculars, watching the group emerging from the cave in the distance.

At this moment, at the true site of production, Nine Tails Chakra began to spread out, a cold and evil aura permeating the air.

In the distance, Minato was slightly anxious, and the detained Obito looked over with hollow eyes: "Is the Nine Tails there? As expected, there were precautions. But as for the intelligence regarding me, who exactly told you?"

Even when facing the Fourth and Shisui, Obito never felt he would lose. Even that nearly unsolvable illusion from before could have been broken by shifting into the Kamui Dimension to use the space to block the Chakra.

But...

But his own original left eye, that long-range Kamui Mangekyō, was a natural counter to himself!

Ka! Ka! Shi!!

Kakashi, standing to the side, felt a chill run down his scalp as a blood-soaked black hole beneath the mask stared directly at him.

What are you doing?

Shisui is the one who hit you, and the Fourth is the one guarding against you outside, so why are you staring at me?

"Brother Fugaku, have your men escort this person to... the Military Police Force first. Set up barriers and seals; he might not be acting alone."

After Namikaze Minato finished speaking and prepared to leave, Shisui quickly added, "Lord Hokage, this is his Mangekyō."

Inside a glass tube, an eyeball floated motionlessly, the connected tomoe seemingly possessing a power that could make one lose their way.

Namikaze Minato glanced at the tense Fugaku, smiled, and said, "The Sharingan is the bloodline limit of the Uchiha Clan; this Mangekyō Sharingan naturally belongs to the Uchiha."

As these words fell, Fugaku visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

It wasn't that he coveted the power of the Kamui Mangekyō, but if Konoha were to gain another Sharingan—especially a Mangekyō Sharingan—that didn't belong to an Uchiha at this moment, then those clansmen in the Hawk Faction...

"Alright, thank you all very much for tonight. Also, I hope you can keep tonight's events confidential. I'm counting on you!"

Seeing the three men and the two female medical ninjas nod in agreement, Namikaze Minato activated his technique.

Flying Thunder God Jutsu!

In an instant, Namikaze Minato vanished from the spot, leaving Shisui standing there in a daze, still holding the glass bottle.

After putting the glass bottle away, the group escorted Masked Obito toward the Uchiha Compound.

Although Kakashi was exhausted to the point of collapse, he still asked, "Shisui, aren't you curious about which Uchiha this masked man is? Why didn't you take off his mask?"

"Whew..."

Shisui exhaled and looked at the dead-eyed Kakashi, "The Fourth gave instructions earlier that we can only remove the mask once he returns, so I don't know either."

Obito, being escorted, remained silent. Now feeling like a stray dog, he had no desire to see Kakashi.

"Three, two, one!"

On the Hokage Rock, the Clone Sora's voice had just faded when he vanished from the spot.

At that moment, a figure suddenly appeared within the escort party in the distance.

"Swish!"

"Pfft!"

A spray of blood erupted as Obito's right arm, along with his shoulder, was severed by a single blade!