The Power of Six Paths Obito

When Obito took his first step, the air on the battlefield changed. It was not the pressure of chakra, but something more fundamental—as if gravity itself had been recalibrated. Rubble bounced up from the ground and floated in midair; dust no longer fell, hanging motionless in the air like a thin gray-white mist. Beneath Obito's feet, the scorched earth began to crack, fractures spreading outward from him in every direction, each one bottomless.

Five Truth-Seeking Orbs slowly revolved behind him, their rotation subtly accelerating with his steps. The end of his staff tapped against the ground, each strike producing a clear, bell-like chime. The sound was not loud, yet it pierced through the entire battlefield and landed upon every eardrum.

Minato knelt on one knee beside Tobirama, the golden membrane over the stump of his right arm still slowly thickening. He gripped an ordinary Kunai in his left hand, his eyes fixed firmly on Obito. His mind raced—Flying Thunder God could still be used, but all his offensive methods had become completely ineffective. The staff could disintegrate Kunai, the Truth-Seeking Orbs could disintegrate everything, and Obito's Six Paths body was far beyond the reach of ordinary attacks. He knew Sage Art. Naruto's Sage Art Rasenshuriken had just been blocked by the staff's barrier, but that had been a long-range attack. If he could attach Sage Art chakra to a Flying Thunder God Kunai and stab him at close range...

His brow furrowed. It was not that he could not use Sage Art, but a matter of timing and distance. Obito's Truth-Seeking Orbs could transform and move with a thought. Even if he succeeded in getting close, the staff's reaction speed far exceeded his attack. He needed a perfect ambush—one Obito could not anticipate.

"First Hokage." Minato's voice was hoarse but