"Hey, this old bastard may be a prick, but he's still under my protection."
Beneath the white mask, the scarlet, scythe-shaped Mangekyō slowly spun. Obito's black-gloved hand closed directly around Tobirama's sword.
As Space-Time Ninjutsu, Flying Thunder God and Kamui each had their strengths.
But one thing they shared was their ability to affect space.
And compared to Kamui, which originated from the Mangekyō, Flying Thunder God required more precise spatial coordinates.
Thus, the moment Obito activated Kamui and appeared in front of Madara, Tobirama briefly lost his spatial fix.
Without the slightest hesitation, Tobirama decisively activated Flying Thunder God to retreat, returning to Tsunade's side.
"Granduncle..."
Looking at Itachi's profile, which bore such a strong resemblance to Tobirama's, Tsunade instinctively called out.
"Little Tsuna, things will be a little difficult to handle from here."
Tobirama did not deny who he was. His eyes remained fixed on the steadily growing Susanoo.
Once Susanoo's flesh formed, his Flying Thunder God would no longer be able to pass through it and reach Madara's heart directly.
"Obito, why did you come meddling?"
From the enormous Susanoo's forehead, Madara looked down at the tiny Tobirama below and casually asked Obito beside him.
"If I hadn't come, you'd be resting in peace again."
Obito spoke irritably.
As for how he had been sent flying earlier, that was better left unsaid.
Mentioning it would only get him mocked by this guy.
"I could have handled it."
Madara looked at the snide Obito and spoke bluntly.
"But Itachi just tied you up for some bondage play with Sealing Jutsu."
Obito's expression beneath his mask did not change at all. He was simply stating a fact.
"I only wanted to confirm his identity."
The two, who were grandfather and grandson in a certain sense, both kept their expressions