"Whether you really are Uchiha Madara or not, I think you've gotten one thing wrong. The Akatsuki is under my command, not yours to order around as you please."
Stepping past the others, Uchiha Yū's Sharingan was only the ordinary three-tomoe kind, yet no one present dared underestimate him. His strength was not displayed through his eyes, but through the terrifying bloodline within him.
He could produce an annihilating effect similar to Dust Release, not to mention his formidable taijutsu and reaction speed. To him, his eyes merely added icing to the cake, reduced to an auxiliary tool.
Uchiha Yū's overwhelming confidence put immense pressure on his opponent. Even Obito, who had endured darkness and pain, could feel a tremendous weight bearing down on him, making his movements stiffen slightly.
It was a shock that came from the depths of his soul. Obito could not help clenching his fists.
Clearly, joining the Akatsuki would be extremely difficult.
But if he did not join the Akatsuki, he would have no way of obtaining useful information about future developments and would be left in a very passive position. Who knew what the Akatsuki would become by the next time they met?
Troublesome!
He was not the real Uchiha Madara. Although awakening the Mangekyō Sharingan had granted him terrifying space-time ninjutsu, his ninjutsu was more suited for powerful support. Defeating Uchiha Yū would be exceedingly difficult.
Taking him down was therefore impossible. The best outcome would be being forced to retreat.
And if that happened, subduing the Akatsuki would be impossible.
Sensing his hesitation, Uchiha Yū's expression turned more solemn. Obito had awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan and gained tremendous power, but this sudden strength was not matched by a fitting state of mind.
Even when facing something this simple, he became flustered. If