Such meaningless slaughter left Obito feeling bored and empty.
"Why did you all go down before I even tried...?"
He had been planning to bust out Susanoo-Clad Kurama and unleash a flashy combo.
Just thinking about it was exciting!
But before he could even get started, his opponents had folded in a matter of seconds.
What a fucking buzzkill!
Just then.
A roar rang out, as though someone had suddenly been seized by a terrible fit.
"Ugh, aaaaaaah! Die!"
Obito turned to look.
There was Ōnoki, flying toward him with a compact Dust Release attack resting in his palm, his face twisted with fury.
"Dust Release: Detachment of the Primitive World Technique!"
Obito stood perfectly still.
Looking straight into Ōnoki's eyes, he said,
"It's no use. Your darkness cannot devour mine."
As though to prove Obito's words true.
The Dust Release that could reduce anything in existence to atoms.
Passed straight through his body.
Without losing any momentum, it landed a short distance away and silently annihilated a swath of forest.
"I refuse to believe it!"
His eyes bloodshot, Ōnoki clawed and flailed at Obito, attacking him high and low.
"I refuse to believe I can't kill you today!"
He refused to accept this reality!
Yet everything Ōnoki did was doomed to be futile.
The Obito before him was like a flower in a mirror, a moon reflected in water.
He seemed close enough to touch, yet remained utterly out of reach.
"I refuse to believe it... I refuse..."
Watching Ōnoki constantly jump up to strike his knees.
Obito shook his head helplessly and said,
"If you hadn't gotten in my way, you wouldn't have ended up like this."
A helplessness unlike anything he had ever experienced welled up in Ōnoki's heart.
Suddenly drained of strength, Ōnoki collapsed into a