"Who am I?"
"Can't tell you..."
Obito answered in a flighty voice as he stepped forward, seemingly oblivious to the kunai at his neck.
The kunai passed through his neck as though through an illusion, having no effect whatsoever.
Obito's body tilted toward the ground, seemingly about to fall, but with chakra at his feet, he instantly hung upside down from the trunk. With a flip, he attacked Kakashi from behind.
But when he regained his footing, he discovered that Kakashi had already leaped away, and a burning explosive tag was stuck right beneath his feet!
Boom!
Another violent explosion erupted!
"Oh my... that was dangerous."
Still making noises, Obito jumped onto another large tree without a scratch.
"Hehe, too bad I'm not hurt."
Hidden in the shadows, Kakashi held his kunai without a word, staring intently at the seemingly flighty figure before him.
An inexplicable sense of familiarity lingered in his mind, as though something had occurred to him.
There had once been a cheerful, lively, flighty boy much like this enemy in a black robe and mask.
But that boy had long since died in his memories, leaving him only a final smile.
Kakashi looked at the swirling mask the enemy wore. It covered his entire face, leaving only his right eye faintly visible.
He involuntarily reached up to touch his Sharingan, a trace of sadness passing through his heart.
Kakashi had already learned from Shihōin Naraku that Obito was not dead. Although he trusted Naraku's intelligence, he had not seen it with his own eyes, after all. And because this concerned Obito, a trace of doubt remained in his heart.
But now...
An ability that allowed physical attacks to pass through him, a concealed face, and a mask that happened to expose only his right eye.
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