Hearing the name "Obito," the man in the orange spiral mask visibly paused.
Though it lasted only an instant, at such close range, it could not escape Chenshu Senju's perception.
Inside the mask's eyehole, the crimson Three-Tomoe Sharingan abruptly stopped spinning.
The cavern fell silent at once, and even the dripping water in the corners sounded exceptionally clear.
After a brief silence, Obito suddenly let out a low, hoarse sneer.
"Obito? That is a name that was buried in the past long ago."
Obito raised his head. Cold killing intent shone from his only exposed right eye as he stared fixedly at Chenshu Senju. "Still, you brat from the Hidden Leaf Village sure know quite a lot."
His voice echoed back and forth through the empty cave, carrying a faint reverberation.
The moment he finished speaking, Obito attacked without another word.
The right eye beneath his mask suddenly blazed crimson. Its three tomoe rapidly connected, transforming into an intricate black pattern.
Kamui activated.
The air around Chenshu Senju began to twist and distort without warning.
An irresistible suction force erupted around Chenshu Senju's body.
The pooled water and rubble on the ground instantly rose into the air, violently sucked into the spatial vortex that had appeared from nowhere.
The black distortion point grew larger and larger, trying to drag Chenshu Senju's entire body into that unknown dimension.
Chenshu Senju stood firmly where he was, without even shifting his feet.
This guy was not only an old hand at sneak attacks, but also a complete show-off.
He strutted around in that orange mask every day, acting all mysterious.
Trying to suck him into the Kamui dimension? That depended on whose eye was more useful.
Chenshu Senju refused to yield, and chakra surged madly through his body toward his right eye.
His