"Aah!"
A howl of pain!
Obito Uchiha rapidly retreated, dodging Shihōin Naraku's increasingly vicious slashes. His severed hands had already begun to regenerate.
Flesh swelled beneath his pallid skin, new tissue growing rapidly. Before the naked eye, Obito's hands returned to their original shape.
"What the hell is that?"
Obito had been wearing gloves earlier, so Naraku had not seen what his hands looked like.
Something was strange...
Half of Obito's body had once been crushed by a boulder. To survive, he had been injected with Hashirama cells, and only with White Zetsu covering him as well had he come through unscathed.
So Naraku knew something was wrong with Obito's body, but both his hands looked strange, and they even seemed to be turning into wood. That was very wrong.
Had something gone wrong with the Hashirama cells inside Obito?
Or had he become this monstrosity because of me?
Naraku could not quite figure it out, but that did not stop him from raising Kurikara and slashing at him again.
Now Obito did not dare deactivate his full-body Intangibility at all. Enduring the excruciating pain coming from the depths of his soul, he cast a fearful glance at the Black Blade in Naraku's hand.
Every time that Black Blade struck him, the physical damage was secondary. The sensation of his soul being torn apart was truly unbearable.
Of course, Obito did not know that Black Zetsu had borne a large portion of the damage to his soul and mind for him. Otherwise, he would have gone down long ago.
I absolutely cannot let that blade hit me again!
Wariness flashed through Obito's eye. The Sharingan could see through an enemy's Taijutsu movements, but if he could not keep up with their speed, seeing through them was useless.
How could he