Your Grandma Knocked, Open!

Obito's figure vanished into the gray-white dust, like a drop of water falling into molten lava, leaving behind not even a sigh.

Kakashi knelt amid the rubble, the Sharingan in his left eye still turning unconsciously, yet that eye could no longer find anything worth looking at. His right hand reached forward, all five fingers spasming in the air as though trying to grasp a shadow that was drifting farther and farther away, forever beyond reach. His mouth hung open, a name lodged in his throat—a name that had ground between his lips and teeth for sixteen years, from boyhood into middle age, from guilt into obsession. Yet at the moment he could finally call it out, it scattered along with that gray-white dust.

"Obito..."

No one answered him. Only the aftershock of the Truth-Seeking Orb's explosion hummed through the air, like a shattered bell still trembling.

Guy's green aura burned before Kakashi. It surged from the surface of Guy's body like a layer of ignited alcohol burning madly, scorching the rubble beneath his feet black and splitting it apart. Guy did not turn around, but his right shoulder tilted back slightly—a silent promise only Kakashi could understand: I'm here. I won't fall.

Just then, a golden flash erupted three meters from Guy's side.

It was not the Flying Thunder God—Minato no longer had that much Chakra. It was a faint golden glow, flickering unsteadily like a firefly, and a figure slowly emerged from within it. Minato staggered out of a rift in space-time. Below the elbow, his left arm was gone; below the shoulder, his right arm had vanished entirely. The two incomplete sleeves fluttered in the wind like a pair of broken wings. His face was covered in blood, and his blond hair had clumped into blood-soaked strands,