As Rin fell, Kakashi collapsed to the ground as well, utterly spent.
Obito, who had witnessed everything, let out a heart-wrenching roar. Chakra throughout his body frantically surged toward his eyes. The red magatama stretched and elongated, transforming within seconds into a pinwheel-like pattern. Immense ocular power flowed from it through his entire body.
Yet Obito had no mind to focus on this suddenly awakened power. A searing sensation spread through the right side of his body. The white hood over his head unfurled, weaving like the barbs of a plant amid the rampaging chakra, once again forming a white Whirlpool Mask that enveloped him, leaving only one blood-red eye coldly fixed on the scene before him.
The right half of his body went berserk amid his roars. Wood Style burst through his flesh, forming countless spikes like the trunk of a tree. Senju Hashirama's cells began to *.
"Who's there?" A masked Mist ninja turned around. Kakashi's sudden movement had kept them from noticing Obito.
"Konoha reinforcements?" another ninja asked.
"He's alone. So what if he's reinforcements? Kill him," another Mist ninja said. There were too many Mist ninjas present, all wearing masks, making it difficult to tell who was speaking.
But as the last speaker finished, several shuriken had already been thrown, reaching Obito in an instant.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The shuriken passed straight through his body and embedded themselves in the trees. No one had seen how he evaded them.
"This world... this kind of thing..." Obito raised his head, his voice a low growl like that of a beast. "I will never accept it!"
Blood vessels filled the Mangekyo. His entire body shot forward in an instant, shattering the ground beneath his feet.
"Bastard, don't look down on us!" The ninja at the front roared, swinging