The Aotian Rasengan shredded the Vermilion Jewel spat out by the Dragon Palace Oarfish, then tore apart the oarfish itself—the creature said in myth to hail from an undersea dragon palace—and slammed squarely into Urashiki's body!
Boom! Amid the raging shock waves, Urashiki's cloak billowed and his hair flew loose, making him look like a Demon. The spiral ridges at the tip of the Rasengan, sharper than steel fangs, ground apart the Crane wings shielding his chest and instantly devoured the arms hidden beneath those white feathers, leaving not even a fragment of bone!
His final struggle was futile. Urashiki watched helplessly as his body was about to be drawn into the spiraling grinder... Fear, despair, and terror stripped this flippant little god of all concern for the dignity of a celestial being. He begged pitifully, "Spare my life! Lord Uchiha! I'll never do it again! As long as you let me live, I'll do anything!"
Whoosh! White light flashed across the surface of the Aotian Rasengan, and the ultimate killing move that terrified Urashiki vanished under Divine Illumination!
Urashiki sagged in midair. Reeling from his brush with death, he felt cold sweat and humiliation seep from every pore.
Instinctively, he tried to clench his fists, but he no longer had any fists to clench... Instead, he curled the Crane talons beneath him, harsh, labored breaths rasping from his chest.
"Is a god's will really this frail? Honestly, you've disgraced the entire Ōtsutsuki clan."
Obito's utterly dispassionate, perfectly impartial judgment came from below.
Urashiki was about to explode! If he still had Karasuki, the treasure that could travel through time, he would go back to when this bastard was just a brat, kill everyone precious to him before his eyes, then chop off his limbs and gouge out his eyes.