Above the ruins, the atmosphere sank into an extreme silence.
Even the wind had stopped. Only the charred wood that had yet to burn out made faint sounds.
Chenshu Senju stood atop the highest section of the broken wall, his scarlet Mangekyō Sharingan slowly turning.
Having just gained the power of Kamui, he saw the spatial structure throughout his entire field of vision as interwoven lines and grids.
The sensation was exceedingly strange. Every minute spatial fluctuation was laid bare before his left eye.
Just as he was about to test it out on the Deva Path Pain across from him, his left eye suddenly throbbed with an exceptionally acute sensation.
It was a resonance triggered by powers of the same origin.
Chenshu Senju abruptly turned his head, his gaze crossing hundreds of meters of ruins and locking directly onto a secluded rooftop in the distance.
To an ordinary person's naked eye, there was nothing there.
Yet within Kamui's vision, visible ripples were spreading through the space there, continuously collapsing inward.
A figure draped in a black robe patterned with red clouds, wearing an orange one-eyed spiral mask, stepped out of the spatial vortex.
That entrance really was retro enough.
That guy Obito always liked to show up at times like this, when both sides had nearly destroyed each other, to pick up the scraps.
A true veteran schemer of the ninja world.
Chenshu Senju curled his lips, his left eye meeting the other's gaze without the slightest attempt at concealment.
Having just found his footing, Obito was preparing to survey the battlefield from on high.
He had even thought up his opening line.
But the instant he looked up, he met that scarlet left eye hundreds of meters away.
Every muscle in Obito's body tensed in an instant.
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