"Tobi, look at my height. Haven't I grown taller again?"
Obito looked at his taller, more slender reflection in the mirror and asked.
Tobi stood shoulder to shoulder with him, comparing their heights. "Oh! It's true! You've grown a full five centimeters!"
"Eight centimeters," Obito said with a smile. "Don't forget, I'm barefoot right now."
Tobi was a little disappointed. "Before, I could barely fit around you. Now there's really no way..."
"It's fine. I no longer need to rely on your body to protect me."
Obito repeatedly clenched and unclenched his fists. "And it's not just my height. I can clearly feel how astonishing the power contained in this body is."
"The only flaw is..."
Obito lowered his head and looked at his right chest, where a face of Hashirama Senju still remained, grotesquely distorted.
"This face can no longer be removed, no matter what. Even cutting it out physically won't work, because it forcibly dragged my heart to the right side and fused tightly with it."
"But thanks to that, I was able to successfully control this Hashirama Artificial Body."
"Likewise, this will become my greatest weakness. If it is injured, the Hashirama Cells may go berserk again. By then, I'm afraid..."
His gaze turned to the empty "left eye socket" in the mirror.
After Madara died, he had left behind a Sharingan, but Obito had not implanted it into his empty left eye socket.
Because he had enough confidence in Kamui—confidence that no one could break it.
In the original story, it was only after Minato had taught him a brutal lesson that he learned his ability was not truly flawless. Only then had he implanted Madara's Sharingan, using it as a one-time tool for Izanagi, a second safeguard beyond Kamui.
It was also that second safeguard