Obito stood in the void, facing Ōtsutsuki Formula from afar.
"Too bad your clan doesn't have an Ōtsutsuki Equation or an Ōtsutsuki Quadratic Root. You could form a group."
Formula sneered at Obito, a cold gleam flickering in his eyes.
"Isshiki, I'll make you pay for your arrogance."
Obito gave a soft snort. Without another word, he darted toward Ōtsutsuki Formula.
"Daikokuten!"
A dense barrage of Black Rods filled the void, stabbing toward Formula.
Yet Formula showed no sign of panic.
He did not even dodge, activating his dōjutsu, "One Word."
(God of One Word: said to determine fortune and misfortune with "one word." He is the God of Word Spirits and the God of Divination.)
"Fortune!" Formula barked.
He shifted casually, somehow avoiding every last Black Rod without suffering so much as a scratch.
"What a troublesome dōjutsu," Obito muttered.
Using his ability, "Bōi-shin," Formula created a sharp, red chakra blade.
He raised the long blade and slashed through the void at Obito.
Obito formed a black tachi with Yin-Yang Release and met Formula blade to blade.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The two traded blows, each strike aimed straight at the other's vital points—a truly harmonious and friendly exchange.
Their figures crossed amid flashing blades.
Multicolored light flashed in Obito's eyes as he activated his dōjutsu, "Daikokuten," once again.
Enormous black cubes appeared, closing in on Formula from both sides with blinding speed.
Formula raised his blade to keep Obito engaged, then said calmly, "Misfortune!"
At that moment.
The chakra inside Obito inexplicably stalled, and his body froze for an instant.
With their control lost, the black cubes fell helplessly into the depths of the void.
Formula seized the opening and swept his blade upward, cutting a gash across Obito's chest.
"Heh. Isshiki, is that all you've got?" Formula taunted.