Minato's figure flickered through the trees.
He drew closer and closer to the place Shikaba had described.
He could already smell something like rust.
Blood.
And the smell had grown so strong it was almost choking.
Minato's brows drew together.
He picked up speed.
Obito, hang on!
Your teacher's coming!
In the clearing outside the Bamboo Grove,
Obito panted for breath. The hand gripping his blade had begun to tremble.
Across from him,
only a dozen or so remained of the sixty Iwagakure Ninja.
Obito's bizarre ability had left their scalps prickling.
None dared approach. They kept their distance, circling him and attacking from afar.
One of them asked suspiciously,
"Is that brat... running out of strength?"
Someone beside him answered at once,
"Looks like it. He hasn't used that Kekkei Genkai in a while..."
To be safe, they tested him a little longer.
Then they realized Ham Leg Obito really was on the verge of collapse!
The survivors exchanged glances, delight spreading across their faces.
What were they waiting for?
Charge! Kill Ham Leg Obito!
As they rushed forward, someone suddenly said,
"Hm? Do you hear something strange?"
One man pricked up his ears and said with a peculiar look,
"Sounds like a tune, but I can't make out the words..."
Someone ahead shouted back,
"Quit talking, you two! Kill the brat first!"
Watching the Iwagakure Ninja charge toward him,
Obito sighed helplessly.
After fighting for so long,
even his considerable Chakra reserves had finally run dry.
The instant his strength gave out,
an absurdly catchy song began playing in his ears.
"The sun shines bright and golden, the rooster crows three times~"
"The little magpie builds a new home, the little bee gathers honey~"
"The joy of labor knows no end, and creation through labor is most