Boom!
Itachi Uchiha said nothing, but Susanoo's arm had already formed the Totsuka Blade. His stance was clear: I'll protect Shisui's Sharingan. I can't be bothered to explain it to you. You don't deserve to hear it.
"Itachi Uchiha, are you out of your mind? If you won't give it to me, fine! Why the hell are you fighting me to the death?!"
Obito Uchiha's mouth twitched. He hated people who started throwing punches when words failed them. Worse, this bastard countered him. The Totsuka Blade, a sword of sealing—seriously dangerous.
Itachi Uchiha remained silent and simply swung the great sword.
The masked Obito leaped backward, sweeping the Gunbai in a half circle before him. The resulting gust scattered the lingering embers of Amaterasu. "The Totsuka Blade? Itachi, are you that eager to take me down with you?"
"No one touches Shisui's eyes."
A layer of blood-red armor now covered Itachi's Susanoo. The Totsuka Blade hummed as it pointed at Obito, while blood vessels spread through his Mangekyo Sharingan. "Stopping you has always been my duty."
"Madara, you're too dangerous."
"Duty?" The masked Obito sneered. His figure suddenly flickered, then twisted out of sight, though his voice still carried. "You think those old bastards in Konoha will trust you? After slaughtering your entire clan, do you really expect them to clear your name?"
Before he finished speaking, he appeared behind Itachi Uchiha and to one side, his intangible hand reaching straight for the Kotoamatsukami crow. But Itachi Uchiha seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. Susanoo's left hand abruptly seized Obito's wrist as the Totsuka Blade swept upward—
Slash!
The blade grazed Obito's shoulder, cutting a gash through the half of his body made from White Zetsu. White Zetsu's flesh writhed around the wound, repairing it. Obito