Obito Uchiha raised both hands. An iron chain shot from each of his wide sleeves. In the next instant, he looked up, revealing a menacing Mangekyō Sharingan. His body turned into a ghostly blur as he charged at Fugaku Uchiha, unafraid of Susanoo's descending fist.
But the fist passed straight through the mysterious Masked Man without doing any damage. It was as though Susanoo, a solid form made entirely of chakra, had been reduced to an illusion in a dream.
The tremendous force still struck the ground, leaving a deep crater behind the Masked Man. Susanoo had not become an illusion. The Masked Man could turn his own body into a phantom.
"Your eyes and the Jinchūriki are mine."
Obito closed in on Fugaku. Gripping the chains with both hands, he swept them toward Fugaku's neck like a reaper claiming a life. He meant to strangle him to death.
At that moment, the power to manipulate space overcame Fugaku's eyes that could see the future.
But a second later, Obito stared in disbelief at the figure caught in his chains. It was only a substitution log.
"Of all the countless possibilities in the future, your ability truly surprised me. Should I call you Uchiha Madara, or Tobi?"
Fugaku could not see every possibility, but he could grasp one fleeting glimpse. That was the power of his eyes.
Black Zetsu clung to Obito's shoulder and whispered, "His eyes aren't ordinary Mangekyō Sharingan. Their ocular power may never run dry. Be careful."
"Mangekyō Sharingan with inexhaustible ocular power? No wonder he could see my future. If that's true, I really must have those eyes."
"As for what you call me, that's up to you. All I want are your eyes and the Jinchūriki."
Obito attacked again, but this time he did not