Truth-Seeking Orb

Gray-white fragments of the cocoon shell were still drifting across the ground when Obito stepped into the very center of the battlefield.

The hem of his white robe hung to his ankles, its collar and cuffs embroidered with red patterns of six tomoe. Behind him, five Truth-Seeking Orbs floated silently in midair, arranged in a semicircle and rotating slowly. Each was perfectly round like black jade, six-path patterns flowing across its surface. He held a tin staff in his right hand, its shaft long and slender, its tip shaped like a crescent moon, likewise engraved with six-path patterns. His hair was white, short, and messily fell across his forehead. Two Rinnegan turned slowly in his eye sockets, their purple concentric rings cold and hollow.

Every gaze on the battlefield was drawn to him in that instant. Not because of how imposing his stance was, but because his mere presence made the air heavy—the pressure of his chakra did not descend from a single direction. It surged in from every side at once, as though they had sunk into the deep sea.

Madara narrowed his Rinnegan slightly, and the faint smile at his lips finally turned into one of genuine satisfaction. "The Six Paths Ten-Tails Jinchuriki... the completed form. Obito, you have finally reached this position. Now, let those insects witness what the power of a god truly is."

Obito did not look at him. His gaze swept over the battlefield—over the four Hokage, over the Shinobi Allied Forces in the distance still locked in battle with the split bodies, over Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura. Then he raised his left hand, spreading his five fingers slightly. Two of the Truth-Seeking Orbs behind him shot out at his will. They did not attack anyone, but flew toward two separate points on the