Uchiha Obito's PTSD

"I am Black Zetsu."

Black Zetsu spat out these words with pride, its voice low and eerie, like a verdict delivered from hell.

As soon as the words fell, it took control of Nagato's body.

In that instant, familiar hand seals were formed one after another, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression.

Nagato's pupils shook violently as he gasped, "You want to... initiate the Samsara Heavenly Life Technique?"

"To resurrect... Uchiha Madara?!"

Black Zetsu did not answer, only sneered as if victory were already in its grasp, continuing to force the circulation of Nagato's chakra.

His hands seemed no longer under the control of his own will, steadily completing the technique capable of bringing the dead back to life.

"Konan... run..." Nagato's voice was strained as he tried to break free, but it was all in vain.

"No!!!" Konan finally broke down, screaming at the top of her lungs. Her eyes were bloodshot as she struggled to rush toward Nagato, only to be sent flying by an invisible black shadow.

The next moment—

Black Zetsu's expression changed abruptly as the figure of Uchiha Yoru appeared before him.

Uchiha Yoru reached out, his palm shimmering with a cold light, and slowly pressed it toward Nagato's chest, attempting to completely sever Black Zetsu's control over him.

"You bastard... you actually dare to come back?"

Black Zetsu did not flee, nor did it resist; instead, the corners of its mouth curled upward, a flicker of strange cunning flashing in its eyes.

"Heh heh... exactly as planned."

Just as Uchiha Yoru prepared to strike—

Black Zetsu frowned, sensing an abnormal spatial fluctuation from behind.

--"Kamui!!!"

A deep shout rang out suddenly.

The void twisted, and a figure wearing a tiger-striped mask appeared abruptly, reaching out to touch Uchiha Yoru's shoulder.

At that moment, Uchiha Obito's pupils widened, his eyes filled with irrepressible ecstasy:

"Got you!!!"

Uchiha Yoru's figure was pulled and distorted by spatial power, seemingly on the verge of being sucked into Obito's other dimension.

However, in that very instant—

Uchiha Yoru flicked his right hand, and a kunai tore through the air, piercing through Obito's figure without warning!

"Hm?"

At the same time, Uchiha Yoru's figure transformed into a cluster of ink-colored flashes, scattering in the air and vanishing.

"How is this possible--!"

Uchiha Obito froze in place, his brain unable to process the change for a moment. He suddenly realized one thing:

--This technique... he had seen it before.

"This... this is..."

The next second, his vision went dark as he sensed a scorching, intense chakra fluctuation above his head, as if a sun were burning down upon him!

--It was Uchiha Yoru!

Without anyone noticing, he had appeared in mid-air, a blinding blue vortex of chakra swirling in his right palm.

"Rasengan!!"

It was no ordinary Rasengan, but one infused with Ashura chakra, falling like a meteor—

BOOM!!!

The massive sphere of chakra slammed into Uchiha Obito's back. The entire ground shook violently, and a shockwave of the explosion instantly surged into the air, sweeping in all directions!

Uchiha Obito's intangibility could not be activated in that split second!

"Arghhhhhhh--!!!"

He let out a painful scream, his body sent flying like a ragdoll for dozens of meters, carving a long trench into the ground as a mist of blood sprayed everywhere!

This was only because Uchiha Obito had managed to activate his intangibility at the last possible moment; otherwise, he would have been reduced to ashes.

Seeing this from afar, Black Zetsu's expression finally changed.

"Damn it... the plan is being disrupted."

It cursed under its breath and immediately took action.

Its body turned into something like black sludge, softening and splitting. A portion of it extended along the ground like flowing water, wrapping around Nagato's limp body and dragging him toward a corner far from the battlefield.

"You never learn."

Uchiha Yoru curled his lips into a cold sneer, looking at the disheveled Uchiha Obito with eyes full of mockery.

Obito's mask shattered once again; amidst the flying fragments, blood and burn marks were intertwined. His body was left scarred and torn by the giant Rasengan, his exposed muscles covered in cracks as blood poured out like a fountain.

The White Zetsu fused to his body was nearing total collapse, half of his frame completely dissolved, with milky-white and crimson fluids dripping together to trace a shocking trail across the ground.

Uchiha Obito gasped violently, a rare look of terror surfacing in his eyes.

This man... how could he continue to grow stronger even after the Night of Clan Extermination?

What was even more terrifying was that Flying Thunder God technique he loathed so much... he could actually execute the second stage of it?!

It had been only a few months since the Night of Clan Extermination; this guy's rate of growth was simply not human.

Uchiha Obito's body instinctively recoiled from the man before him; even when he tried to look up, his gaze subconsciously darted away.

He did not understand what the word "PTSD" meant, but if he did, he might have realized that his symptoms were exactly the same.

"Uchiha Yoru..."

He muttered in a low voice, spitting out a mouthful of thick blood that wound its way down the corner of his mouth. He forced himself to maintain a mocking smile and spoke through the blood: "You..."

Before the words could finish, Uchiha Yoru's body suddenly rippled, a Susanoo skeleton abruptly taking form. A chilling katana coalesced between the skeletal fingers, and without warning, it slashed down toward him!

"Hmph, a trick like that—it won't work on m—"

Before he could finish, Obito's pupils constricted violently.

Because before his eyes, it was not one blade, but—over twenty.

Each Susanoo looked as if it had been replicated from the void, lined up in a row, the killing intent so dense that the very air seemed frozen.

The smile froze on his face.

Ten minutes later.

Uchiha Obito knelt on the ground, covered in blood.

Uchiha Yoru gripped his neck with one hand, hoisting him high into the air, his eyes as cold as frost.

"Kakashi's Chidori," he said in a detached tone, as if merely stating a fact, "was always just a little faster than yours."

"Just like back then, you were always—unable to save Rin."

With that, he tightened his grip.

"Click—"

The sound of bones shifting was exceptionally clear in the silence.

Uchiha Obito's pupils contracted sharply, his breath hitching as he began to lose consciousness bit by bit.

"Thud—"

Uchiha Yoru released his hand, and Uchiha Obito's body, already devoid of life, fell to the ground like a broken ragdoll, landing with a dull impact.

The corpse lay sprawled, eyes wide open, anger and resentment frozen on his face—he had died with his eyes wide open in indignation.

But compared to him, the countless souls of the Uchiha clan who had died unjustly—held even greater hatred!

Uchiha Yoru slowly withdrew his gaze and turned to look at another figure in the shadows.

It was Black Zetsu, currently controlling Nagato's body, standing in the gloom. As if sensing that gaze of death, its form trembled quietly.

Uchiha Yoru's lips slowly curled into a chilling arc, cold light like blades in his eyes, his voice low yet heavy with suffocating killing intent:

"Next—it's your turn."