Run!
He had to run!
Obito's heart lurched. His former air of arrogant indifference, as though no one could hurt him, had vanished without a trace.
At that moment, all he could think about was escaping—but the blow was already aimed straight at his face!
It was so fast that it surpassed the limits of Obito's physical reflexes.
Even though his Sharingan let him see Kimura Takuya's movements clearly,
he still didn't have time to dodge!
He could only flee!
He unleashed Kamui to its limit, creating a spatial vortex that twisted his body and pulled him into the Kamui Dimension.
The Kamui Dimension.
Obito lay on a platform of massive stone.
He gasped in terror.
The pressure of Kimura Takuya's astonishing strike reminded him of how he'd felt when facing Uchiha Madara.
Back then, Obito had been as weak as an ant before Madara.
He had never forgotten that feeling!
The Kamui he'd always considered invincible had nearly failed him. If he hadn't escaped fast enough, he'd be dead!
Could Taijutsu like this really exist?
Taijutsu that could shatter space—could it even be called Taijutsu?
Obito couldn't believe it!
With some relief, he touched his left arm. His entire forearm was gone!
The broken bone was cut cleanly, like a mirror.
Just like the places he'd attacked with Kamui.
The damage had been caused by a spatial cut.
If he'd hesitated for even a moment, he would have been dead—without a doubt!
After a long while, the blood beside his severed arm had already congealed.
Only then did Obito recover his composure.
"Why was that young shinobi so hostile toward me? That attack must have taken a lot out of him, too, right?"
He remembered the blood mist that had burst from the young shinobi's body when he