Obito Uchiha stepped out of the spatial vortex wearing an arrogant expression. "Why wouldn't I dare? I only came to remind you of what I said before."
He pointed toward Amegakure. "Look. Hasn't it all come true?"
A faint sneer crossed Obito Uchiha's face as he spoke.
Nagato flew into a rage at his words. He thrust out a hand and barked, "Wind Release: Gale Palm!"
A crescent of wind shot from Nagato's outstretched palm toward Obito Uchiha.
The powerful gust sliced through the branches in its path.
It crossed the short distance in an instant, nearly striking Obito Uchiha in the face.
But in that same instant, Obito vanished.
Nagato showed no surprise when Obito disappeared.
He had expected it. He had never thought that attack would hit him.
Obito Uchiha reappeared beside Nagato, his expression unruffled.
"I only pointed out what would happen. Why get so angry?"
He turned and appeared directly in front of Nagato. "I told you: if you didn't fight back, your village would become a battlefield sooner or later!"
He paused. "Now you've seen it for yourself, haven't you?"
Nagato fell silent. Even if he did not want to admit it, he had no answer.
Obito was delighted by Nagato's silence. The facts were right in front of him.
Even the firmest conviction would surely waver.
Nagato looked up at Obito Uchiha, his face full of murderous intent. "If you don't want to die, you'd better disappear."
Obito was confident he could escape Nagato unharmed as he was now. But if Nagato lost control as he had last time, Obito could not be sure.
Obito was reluctant to stop, but he knew he could not push Nagato any further.
He had spent this whole time looking for other help, without success.
That left Obito