I tugged at the torn strips of fabric hanging from my coat collar.
I shouted at the blurry figures in the huge sandstorm ahead.
"Get your asses out here! Leave that Ten-Tails of yours for me to use as base fertilizer!"
My cracked voice carried through the sand, drifting downwind.
The warped ripples of space overhead abruptly paused.
Obito, wearing his orange mask, emerged from the pitch-black vortex.
He planted his feet in the mud, his right hand gripping the broken Black Iron Rod.
The Sharingan beneath his mask glowed a dark red, his expression composed.
"Sen Senju, you little brat. Your greed really knows no bounds."
His voice was ice-cold, like an iron chain freshly hauled out of a deep well.
I dug some itchy wax out of my ear and flicked it away.
"I call it being practical. Why turn down fertilizer delivered right to my door?"
"Those junk Pain bodies of yours have all been crushed. You still trying to hold out, baldy?"
I pointed at the Gold and Silver Brothers beneath my feet, sucked dry by the Wood Dragon.
Those two paper bodies had now completely turned into lifeless black ash.
Obito tilted his head and looked at Madara in the mud.
Lush green shoots covered Madara's reanimated body, and he couldn't pull them off.
"Madara Uchiha, you old fossil. How did a brat end up beating you into the ground today?"
A trace of disdain and mockery crept into Obito's voice.
"Shut up, Obito! Something's wrong with this brat's Wood Release. It's forcibly draining chakra!"
Madara struggled desperately in the vines, his old face flushed with fury as he spat out mouthfuls of paper scraps.
"Even my Susanoo was drained into an empty shell. Summon the Demonic Statue, now!"
Obito snorted and rapidly formed hand