Everything Is Over

Fortunately, Shisui had taught her a few Genjutsu a few days ago, Koki was secretly delighted.

Although his "Demonic Illusion: Shackling Stakes Technique" was far inferior to that of his beloved younger brother, the masked man was, after all, not Orochimaru, Orochimaru of the legendary Sannin!

The masked man suddenly felt himself being tightly bound by an irresistible force, his limbs seemingly imprisoned, as if trapped in a crack in time, unable to move, only able to let the invisible nails slowly erode his will.

He thought that with his status Jonin and his resistance to Genjutsu, he could completely ignore the Uchiha Clan's Genjutsu attacks, after all, he had also undergone rigorous Genjutsu resistance training in Root.

However, reality dealt him a heavy blow; he actually fell directly into Koki's Genjutsu.

At this moment, the masked man was filled with disbelief. He had not expected that Koki's Genjutsu skills were so profound, nor had he expected that he would be defeated by such a young Uchiha genius.

Koki's body was trembling uncontrollably. The long and intense battle had pushed his physical strength to the limit, and every breath seemed to exhaust all his strength.

His right hand trembled as he covered one eye, and his eyes revealed not only weariness but also an unwavering determination, as if they could see through all the falsehoods of the world.

His voice was calm and cold as he pronounced the final verdict on the masked man. "It's all over."

The sound was like the biting wind of deep winter, piercing and irresistible.

As those words fell, Koki mustered her last strength, gripped the Kunai tightly in her hand, and plunged it fiercely into the masked man's heart.

Despair and terror were reflected in the masked man's eyes; he saw not only the cold glint of the Kunai, but also the end of his life.

In that instant, his heart pounded wildly like a raging fire, each beat a reminder that the shadow of death was close at hand.

"No..." The masked man tried to struggle and escape, but his body seemed to be firmly locked by invisible chains, unable to move.

Koki's Kunai like the Grim Reaper's reaping blade. In that instant, the masked man felt an unprecedented chill, the temperature of death, and a fear he had never experienced before.

In that life-or-death moment, a resolute glint flashed in the masked man's eyes.

He clenched his teeth until the taste of blood spread in his mouth, and the lightning-like pain surged through his body, awakening his almost frozen nerves.

Relying on this sudden power, he exerted all his will and physical strength to skillfully rotate his body at a corner.

Koki's Kunai, originally intended as a final judgment from the Grim Reaper, aimed directly at the masked man's heart, but at the crucial moment, due to his desperate struggle, it deviated from its original trajectory.

The sharp Kunai blade grazed his heart and then plunged deep into his shoulder blade, the blood as vivid and dazzling as blooming spider lilies.

The masked ninja was breathing heavily and rapidly, a sharp pain shooting through his shoulder. He stared at Koki, his eyes filled with both relief at escaping death and a burning rage within him.

Koki was initially full of confidence. He cleverly wove an Genjutsu trap, intending to deliver a fatal blow the moment the masked man was confused.

However, the masked man's willpower far exceeded his expectations, and his tenacious vitality was fully displayed at the crucial moment.

When the masked man, with astonishing willpower, broke free from the shackles of Genjutsu and laboriously turned his body to dodge the Kunai edge, a look of disbelief flashed in Koki's eyes.

Unfortunately, this attack exhausted all of Koki's strength. He felt his body's power drain away like water being drawn from a well.

Each breath he took was accompanied by a weary sigh, and his muscles began to tremble from overuse.

It was over; his physical strength was still insufficient. Koki's expression turned serious; he knew his situation was not optimistic.

After a brief but intense period of stiffness, the masked man's body finally submitted to his will once again.

Blood was still slowly seeping from the wound on his shoulder, but his movements did not falter because of it.

He raised his head, his gaze sharp as he stared intently at the exhausted Koki before him. The brush with death he had just experienced had ignited a raging fire of anger within him.

He slowly drew the Chakra Blade from his back, a sharp weapon that emitted a faint glow and was wreathed in powerful energy fluctuations.

The masked man's eyes sharpened; he no longer hesitated or held back. He had only one goal— Koki.

"It's all over! -- That's what I should be saying to you."

The Chakra Blade in the masked man's hand emitted a low hum as he moved. He could no longer suppress his surging anger and pounced forward like a beast. The Chakra Blade, like a lurking venomous snake, aimed straight for Koki's vitals.

This strike, imbued with his full power and fury, was so swift that it was almost impossible to catch its trace.

Koki's gaze was as if bound by chains, fixed intently on the rapidly approaching Chakra Blade, its tip gleaming with a cold light, like the gaze of death itself.

A deep sense of powerlessness welled up within him; physical exhaustion and depletion of strength rendered him incapable of effective resistance or escape.

The masked man moved swiftly and decisively, his Chakra Blade piercing Koki's abdomen with unerring accuracy.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and everything around them fell into stillness, except for the expression on Koki's face, which was twisted in pain.

His face turned deathly pale in an instant, as white as a sheet of paper; his lips lost all color; and beads of sweat on his forehead shimmered like glistening pearls.

Blood gushed out from the wound in his abdomen like a raging flood, staining his clothes and the once peaceful land red.

Koki's body began to tremble uncontrollably, his breathing became rapid and weak, each breath seeming to exhaust his last strength, like a candle flame flickering in the wind.

Koki's body began to sway, and his vision gradually blurred, but he still maintained his standing posture.

"Koki, where are you?" In the depths of the forest, Obito's shouts echoed among the treetops as he called out Koki's name again and again, each call carrying his urgency and worry.

His steps did not falter; he weaved through the dense trees, searching for that familiar figure.

However, as time passed, his calls seemed to sink without a trace, leaving him feeling increasingly heavy-hearted.