Fierce Battle with Six Paths Obito

Madara stood atop Susanoo's head, arms folded across his chest. His Rinnegan shifted from Hashirama to Obito. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly. "Obito, not bad. You've finally started to look the part."

Obito did not look at him. His hands separated from their prayer-like seal, and the five Black Receivers withdrew from five directions behind him, condensing once more into five Truth-Seeking Orbs that slowly revolved at his back. His gaze pierced through the smoke, the rubble, and the figures of the four Hokage, locking onto the golden Nine-Tails form and the violet Susanoo skeleton.

Naruto and Sasuke.

The smoke was torn into irregular shapes by the night wind. Moonlight spilled through gaps in the clouds, illuminating half the ruins. A thin layer of ash covered the scattered stones, and every footfall kicked up a small cloud of dust. The air smelled of scorching and damp earth freshly turned over. Each collision between the Wood Golem and Susanoo unleashed a gale that scattered and then gathered the smoke again. At the center of it all, Obito's white robe was nearly dustless. The low hum from the revolving Truth-Seeking Orbs was drowned out by the distant thunder of battle, yet the hum itself carried a frequency that instinctively inspired terror—not a sound, but a vibration pressing down on the chest.

Obito raised his left hand, his five fingers spreading slightly. Two of the five Truth-Seeking Orbs shot out, one straight at Naruto and the other at Sasuke. They were several times faster than before, their trajectories straight as space tore into thin black lines along their paths. Those lines resembled the marks left by invisible blades slashing across a canvas, their edges curling faintly to reveal the void beneath. Wherever the Truth-Seeking Orbs passed, dust and debris floating in