"Weren't you the one who wanted to fight me for real just now?"
Obito controlled his Susanoo.
He slowly drew its Tachi, a full seventy or eighty meters long.
Then he twirled the blade and pointed it at the trembling ninja before him.
"I came all this way just to grant your wish. All right, draw your sword."
"Have you never heard of putting on a brave front?"
"What, am I supposed to fucking thank you?"
The ninja shakily drew his "long sword" and looked up toward the voice.
Yet even with his neck craned nearly to breaking point, he still couldn't see the Susanoo's head.
The ninja looked like he wanted to cry but had no tears left.
I'm not even as tall as the top of its fucking foot! How am I supposed to fight this?!
Obito's puzzled voice drifted down from above.
"Hmm, why aren't you attacking...?"
"Since you're being so courteous, I won't hold back."
The seventy- or eighty-meter Tachi swung sideways.
With a strange yell, Obito hacked wildly at the ninja on the ground.
"One-Sword Style Secret Technique: Iaido: Lion's Song!"
The blade flashed coldly.
Obito unleashed one wave of sword energy after another, sending chills through the ninja before him.
Even the wind stirred up by the enormous blade as it fell nearly knocked him over!
Faced with waves of sword energy dozens of meters long,
the ninja could only squeeze his eyes shut and pray for a quick, peaceful death.
Yet long after the whistling sounds had faded, the ninja realized he... seemed to still be alive!
He opened his eyes in disbelief.
The ground around him
had already been carved into trenches several meters wide by the sword energy.
And somehow, standing right in their midst, he had miraculously survived!
"Thank good—"