The kunai in Obito's hand was only a pinky's width from Sasori's heart. He even felt that with the slightest push forward, he could plunge it straight into the other man's heart.
But could he kill him?
He had stabbed Hidan through the heart with a kunai before, yet Hidan had been bouncing around again in the blink of an eye. What about Sasori?
If he also possessed an immortal body, then once Obito enraged him, Yakumo would truly die!
Damn it!
Obito clenched his teeth. How was he supposed to choose?
Someone tell me, how am I supposed to choose?!
"I remember now."
Sasori suddenly spoke. He stared at Obito's right eye with interest and said with a faint smile, "You're that Uchiha who lost to my Hiruko puppet back then... what was it again? Sorry, I don't make a habit of remembering the names of defeated opponents. Please tell me again."
The veins on Obito's forehead bulged like tree roots. The humiliation made him furious, miserable, inferior, and wronged. With Yakumo being held hostage behind him, he suddenly felt as though he was about to lose control.
"I'm talking to you." Seeing Obito's twisted expression, Sasori's tone remained calm and casual. "I'm not used to waiting for people. Tell me your name!"
His fingers moved slightly. Under the control of the Chakra Threads, Yakumo immediately made an unimaginable movement and let out an involuntary cry of pain.
"I am Uchiha..."
The profound humiliation frantically assaulted Obito's nerves. At a certain instant, he suddenly felt that the world had changed.
No, it was as if a world had opened before him.
"What?"
Sasori immediately noticed the change in Obito—or rather, in his eyes.
The Sharingan... had mutated?
No, it had evolved!
Could it be the Man... Mangekyō Sharingan?
Before