"No... no, that's not it... This world is wrong!" Obito's anguished scream echoed through the canyon, shaking loose rubble that clattered down all around him. Beneath his blood-soaked mask, now reduced to half its former size, huge tears of grief mixed messily with blood across his face, leaving it sticky and smeared. He collapsed into the mud, digging desperately into the stone tiles with his only remaining left hand. Every fingernail had been torn clean off, and the pain made his entire body convulse, yet it could not cover up the ruins collapsing inside his mind. At the instant his spirit utterly broke and the defenses in his heart completely fell, Black Zetsu, lurking deep beneath the ground, knew its chance had finally come.
Without any warning.
In the second Kakashi and Minato were still reeling from Obito's breakdown, and even Yoru narrowed his eyes slightly, the black shadow behind Obito suddenly twisted and stretched in an eerie manner.
An arm as black as ink, reeking of pungent black oil and stagnant swamp water, shot out of the shadow like lightning with terrifying speed.
"Pfft!"
The sharp, ice-cold hand ruthlessly punched through Obito's chest from behind, tearing out a huge spray of dark-red blood bubbles from where his heart lay!
"Urgh... ah..."
Obito's body suddenly stiffened. His eyes flew wide open, and his bloodshot right eye stared fixedly at the black arm protruding from his chest.
Mouthfuls of bloody phlegm surged up from his windpipe, making him cough violently as warm, fishy blood dripped from the edge of his mask.
He wanted to move, but in that instant, it felt as if his entire body had been frozen solid by that black sludge. He did not even have the strength to twitch a toe.
"Hehehe... Obito, you worthless piece of