As a schemer working in the shadows, Obito ordinarily had no shortage of time, but Naruto had already completely suppressed him.
He had to seize every opportunity to kill Naruto Uzumaki.
That meant taking risks to try to capture Naruto Uzumaki.
Once the Eight-Tails went berserk, Kumogakure descended into utter chaos, and Naruto Uzumaki was tied down and worn out...
That would be the time for him and the other members of the Akatsuki to strike and reap the greatest rewards.
Obito discreetly swept his gaze over the "companions" behind him, each harboring their own ulterior motives.
When that time came, it might also be a good opportunity to eliminate some unstable elements, or let them be "reasonably" expended in the chaos.
After all, these remnants of the Akatsuki had decent strength, but little loyalty to his plan. Their relationship was mostly one of mutual exploitation.
Especially that old fox Kakuzu, who had always been suspicious of him.
A brief silence settled over the cliff.
Only the wind howled, accompanied by the faint sounds of unrest and anguished cries from distant Kumogakure.
Deidara seemed a little impatient with the wait. Kneading the clay in his hands, he muttered, "Art doesn't need to wait... explosions are the art of an instant, not the art of waiting."
Sasori replied in his emotionless voice, "Waiting for prey to weaken or fall into a trap is a basic rule of hunting. As someone who pursues eternal art, I have all the time in the world."
"You're as cold as ever, Master Sasori."
Sasori ignored Deidara's remark outright. Though he did feel like exchanging a few more words with someone who also pursued art, the other man's art was fleeting, while his own pursuit was eternal.
When two people had nothing in common, even half