Shinobi Allied Forces Arrive, The Survivors Unite

The black-red Tailed Beast Bomb in the Ten-Tails' mouth finally slipped free of its control.

It was not fired—it fell. The sphere, condensed from destruction energy refined to its absolute limit, slowly left the Ten-Tails' mouth under the thrust of its Chakra, like a black sun rolling down from a divine throne. Its diameter exceeded the Ten-Tails' own head. Purple arcs of lightning crackled over its surface, and every arc that struck the ground blasted out a crater more than ten meters deep. The air groaned beneath its unbearable weight. Wherever the Tailed Beast Bomb passed, space itself visibly warped, as if even the laws of the world could not bear the weight of that power.

Kakashi raised his head and watched the Tailed Beast Bomb fall toward them.

The black sun's glow reflected in his pupils—no, it was not "glow." It was the absence of light, the hollow outline left behind after all illumination had been devoured. The Tailed Beast Bomb itself gave off no light. It was simply too black, so black that it sucked in every ray around it, forming a blinding, burning rim of brightness along its edges.

The Sharingan in his left eye spun wildly at that moment, its Three Tomoe nearly merging into one. Within 0.3 seconds of the Tailed Beast Bomb leaving the Ten-Tails' mouth, Kakashi's mind completed the calculations—impact point, blast radius, explosive yield, survival probability.

The answer was zero.

His body had no Chakra left. He could not use Kamui, could not activate Lightning Blade, and could not squeeze out enough Chakra for even the Substitution Technique. His right hand still gripped the Kunai engraved with the character "Obito," its blade gleaming with a dim, cold light in the backlight cast by the Tailed Beast Bomb's edge.

"Kakashi." Guy's voice came