I wedged my right heel firmly into a crack between the floor tiles, the vibrations numbing the sole of my foot.
That thick, blue-black root lunged straight into the twisted, wrinkled air like a rabid dog let out of its cage, hell-bent on killing someone.
A piercing sound like tearing fabric came from the air, mixed with a foul, scorched smell. Melted snow and mud splashed off the broken paving stones and soaked my trouser leg.
Half of Obito's body had already melted into the ripples in space. Only his masked head seemed to remain outside, bobbing around.
The sharp barbs on my root, infused with divine tree origin, scraped hard against his Akatsuki cloak.
With a sharp ripping sound, they tore off a large piece of bloodstained cloth. It fluttered twice in midair before landing in the muddy water, soaking into a black mess.
"Brat, that Wood Release of yours really is strange. It can even force its way into this space and interfere with it."
The lone eye beneath his mask radiated bone-chilling killing intent. He leaned back and forcibly increased the suction of the spatial vortex.
Loose stones whirled in the suction, clanging against my root hard enough to send painful shocks through my wrist.
"Interfere, my ass. My wood comes with heavy-duty suction cups, specially made to drain undocumented bastards like you who spout bullshit in broad daylight."
I sneered and sharply twisted my wrist.
With a series of cracks, the root twisted into a massive drill in midair and drove straight at his face, blazing with wild green light.
I'm smashing that shitty mask today, no matter what. Let's see what hideous bastard he's hiding underneath.
Obito snorted and turned completely intangible at the last possible moment.
The wooden drill shot straight through his afterimage