Several kilometers outside the Forest of Death.
A distorted vortex slowly appeared, and Obito fell straight into a nearby thicket. He then scrambled up and sat with his back against a large tree, gasping for breath.
After tearing off the black robe he had used to disguise his identity, Obito looked down at his pale arm.
It was a White Zetsu arm, and a closed eye had appeared on it-the Three-Tomoe Sharingan he had transplanted in advance.
Transplanting the Sharingan had merely been a whim after he recovered his eye, yet it had unexpectedly saved his life, along with his precious Mangekyō Sharingan.
Having just used Izanagi, he had suffered little physical damage.
But the drain on his chakra and ocular power had been enormous. Izanagi could rewrite reality, but it could not restore the chakra and ocular power he had expended.
He slumped on the ground, trying to make himself feel a little better.
There was no question that he had suffered a major setback this time. He had nearly lost his life.
He had originally thought Zou Hyuga, possessed by Moryo, would come alone, or at most bring along the two Uchiha, Oto and Shisui.
He had never expected not only a Sealing Squad to appear, but also Jiraiya, one of the Sannin, to join the operation.
In particular, the dojutsu that had interfered with his Kamui at the end had nearly prevented his escape.
That dojutsu was at the Mangekyō level, so it had to be one of Shisui's abilities.
Looking back now, the whole thing had been a trap. Moryo, who had possessed Zou Hyuga, had been brought under control long ago. Instead, Obito had nearly let him infiltrate the organization.
At that moment, Zetsu, who had been hiding underground, finally poked his head out. He