In the woods.
Obito Uchiha stared at Uchiha Itachi, who looked ready to die, his face full of contempt.
He gave a derisive laugh.
"Heh. After all those battles, do you have so little chakra and strength left that you can't even activate your Mangekyō Sharingan?"
Smack!
Obito seized Itachi by the wrist and kicked him away!
Then he walked toward him, one slow step at a time.
Looking down at him, Obito said, "What a ridiculous 'spy.' Were you going to sacrifice your life for something so pointless?"
Hiss—
Suddenly, Itachi, who had looked half-dead a moment ago, snapped his Mangekyō Sharingan open!
"Amaterasu!"
But...
"Kamui!"
Whoosh—
With Obito fully on guard, the Amaterasu struck empty air.
"I knew it. You're even more devious than that Shinji Uchiha!"
Boom!
Obito dropped his intangibility, seized Itachi by the throat, and slammed him into the ground, leaving a deep crater.
Itachi's body bounced up from the impact.
He coughed up a mouthful of blood.
His face went deathly pale.
At the same time, his grip loosened. The small bottle containing the Sharingan fell free, only for Obito to snatch it up in a flash.
Grinning, he said, "Now... everything has turned around, in every sense. And you... are no longer of any use. Die!"
"Wood Release: Hell Rampage Technique!"
Itachi closed his blood-filled eyes, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.
He waited quietly for death to come...
His chakra was exhausted, his ocular power drained. Tsukuyomi could not control someone whose ocular power surpassed his. Amaterasu had failed, and only a little of his strength had returned...
Death.
It was the best ending.
Of course... someone who turned on his comrades was never going to meet a good end.
Bang!
Just as Itachi gave up, a fierce gust swept over