"It's about time I pulled Obito out… After wrestling against Isshiki's consciousness for so long, he can be said to have done something worthwhile for this shinobi world."
Humming a little tune, Kazuki tore open the space before him!
At that moment—
In the hidden pocket of the otherworldly dimension—
Isshiki, Urashiki, and Momoshiki had already popped the champagne!
After all, this was Deputy Clan Leader Myōshiki—the peerless one, the strongest Ōtsutsuki of ten thousand years! With him summoned, everything would surely turn in their favor…
"Die, die, just die already!"
Isshiki, who had once carried himself with a gentleman's air, had long since lost that composure after grappling with Obito in the spiritual plane for so long.
No one could endure such torment: Obito, like a mad dog, gnawing, biting, hurling curses at him nonstop—relentless attacks, never giving him a single moment's respite.
"When Lord Myōshiki arrives, that Uchiha Kazuki you keep shouting about—and that wretched mud heap Kaguya you love—will all be reduced to dust!"
"You put so much faith in Uchiha Kazuki, don't you? But where is he now? Do you really think you've lasted this long on your own strength?"
Ōtsutsuki Isshiki burst into laughter.
"Don't kid yourself! Of course Uchiha Kazuki gave you chakra—otherwise I'd have devoured you ages ago! But do you know why he still hasn't come to save you?"
"If it were him, finding this dimension would be nothing!"
"The reason he hasn't come is because he's too busy absorbing our Ōtsutsuki chakra! That's power—true, solid power! Once he consumes it, he'll ascend to godhood!"
Isshiki's voice turned sharp and venomous: "I'll admit, maybe there's some bond between you and Uchiha Kazuki—otherwise he wouldn't have used his ocular power to save your life once…"
"But so what? Right now he's busy digesting Ōtsutsuki chakra. Do you think he even remembers a sewer rat like you, clinging to life inside someone else's body?"
"He's already forgotten you! You worthless piece of trash with no value left!"
Urashiki and Momoshiki exchanged a helpless smile as they watched.
Mortals of the shinobi world were truly stubborn creatures…
To think Obito had driven the once-elegant Isshiki to such a disgraceful state. Yet neither of them mocked him.
For if they themselves had been the ones facing Obito, they would have fared no better.
Even now, though Isshiki had shed all his Ōtsutsuki composure, every vicious word he spat still struck at Obito's weakest points—hammering exactly where his spirit might break.
"You don't understand at all—the bond between Kazuki and me!"
Faced with Isshiki's mind games, Uchiha Obito burst into laughter just as loudly as Isshiki did.
"How many times must I say it? Whether it's you—Isshiki, who couldn't even defeat Kaguya—or the Deputy Clan Leader Myōshiki, both of you will be cut down by Kazuki's hand!"
"Isshiki, you piece of trash! How dare you call Rin 'filth'? You'll pay for that! You'll never understand the bond between me, Kazuki, and Rin!"
"If Kazuki hasn't come to save me, then it's because he has more urgent matters! I understand him! But he will absolutely come here and kill you with me!"
Isshiki closed his eyes in pain.
He truly couldn't comprehend it. Kazuki had all but laid his cards on the table, treating Obito as a discarded pawn. So how could this man still trust him so completely?
Could his will really be so unshakable that it rivaled the Ōtsutsuki's own wedge?
From the shadows, Kazuki silently watched Isshiki's pained expression and smiled from the heart.
Did these despicable outsiders have any idea of the worth of Obito's unyielding will?
"You say Uchiha Kazuki will save you? Then tell me—where is he? When exactly will he come to rescue you?"
Urashiki's voice slithered out, chilling and cruel: "What a pitiful fool you are… Do you really think that someone who's ascended to that level would still remember trash like you?"
"Let me tell you this… Even if you were once friends, once the gap in power becomes that vast, the relationship you had is gone forever. In Uchiha Kazuki's eyes, you're nothing more than a familiar insect—nothing more."
"This is the truth of this cruel universe…" Urashiki sneered, though his words carried a faint trace of melancholy.
As if he himself had once had a friend who had treated him in just that way.
"Kazuki is different! Kazuki will come to save me soon!" Uchiha Obito roared, unmoved.
"You ignorant bastard! Bonds can't be broken just by strength! If I'm weak, then Kazuki will help me grow stronger!"
"From the very first days at the Academy, that's how it has always been between me and Kazuki—you fools wouldn't understand a damn thing!"
And then—
Obito, who had been firing words like a machine gun, suddenly fell silent.
"What's this? Finally realized your own naïve stupidity?"
Momoshiki smirked, shaking his head. "So you've figured out just how foolish you are?"
"Kazuki… you're here?" Obito's trembling voice rang out again from within Isshiki.
"I'm here, Obito."
Kazuki slowly appeared before the three Ōtsutsuki, wearing an apologetic smile.
"Forgive me, my friend… I kept you waiting."
Heavy footsteps echoed within the distorted space-time.
The three Ōtsutsuki—who only moments ago had been either frenzied, biting, or lamenting—froze the instant they heard Kazuki's voice, as though struck by a paralysis jutsu. Even moving a single limb became difficult.
But it wasn't that Kazuki had cast any technique upon them…
It was sheer pressure.
At this moment, the oppressive force unleashed from the purified bloodline, refined when Ōtsutsuki Myōshiki had first erupted with golden light, bore down with terrifying intensity!
After all, Kazuki had already pierced through Momoshiki and Urashiki with just a single punch each.
From that point on, the shadows of fear had already taken root in their hearts. From the very beginning, hiding within this alternate dimension, they had never truly believed survival was possible…
At the level of the main clan of the Ōtsutsuki, a different space was no longer a safe haven. In essence, it was no different from a common shinobi hiding in a forest—concealed, yes, but if probed carefully enough, still traceable.
Yet what they hadn't expected was…
No fluctuation of spatial probing ever came. Kazuki had vanished from the shinobi world as if erased, as though he and this planet itself had disappeared without a trace…
Uneasy at first, the trio of Ōtsutsuki gradually found their minds settling.
Especially after they called for aid from the clan, and learned that the patriarch's aide, Myōshiki, could arrive within a single year—they were certain the tide had turned!
No matter how powerful Kazuki was…
So long as he was forced to flee like a rabid dog through alternate worlds, delaying for a year was not impossible!
What's more, after piecing things together, the three concluded that Kazuki—who had managed to rise to such strength in so short a time as a mere mortal—must have come across the remains of the Ōtsutsuki God that they themselves had stumbled upon by chance!
A near certainty.
Kazuki must have, through unimaginable fortune, acquired that treasure coveted endlessly by countless Ōtsutsuki, which was why he now wielded such overwhelming might…
But power born of devouring required digestion. Thus, the trio felt even more assured—Kazuki must have gone into hiding to consolidate his newly gained chakra.
It was not a wrong judgment.
Yet this mortal had underestimated the complete support system of the Ōtsutsuki clan, and the heartfelt protection that the patriarch's aide extended even to the lower branches of the main family!
A year—for the Ōtsutsuki—was but a blink.
Perhaps Kazuki would not even have time to stabilize the divine power he had been granted, before the righteous Myōshiki himself would descend from the heavens and end this farce with unstoppable force!
But those beautiful illusions…
The moment Kazuki appeared within the very dimension where Isshiki and the others were hiding, they shattered instantly.
They had guessed wrong!
For Kazuki to find them, he needed no ripple of space-time, no chance for them to flee—he entered as casually as one stepping into their own backyard.
In fact, he had been present for quite some time already. If not for Obito's startled outcry, the three Ōtsutsuki still wouldn't have noticed his arrival.
"Move, move—why the hell can't I move?!" Momoshiki's head hung half-lowered as he struggled desperately to command his body, yet no matter how he tried, it refused to obey.
And his thoughts, too, refused to turn toward either of the two crucial paths—battle, or escape.
Kazuki's bloodline and the weight of his chakra struck at Momoshiki's sanity like an enormous battering ram, pounding over and over again.
What the hell was happening?
In less than half a year, this boy from the shinobi world had actually forced him—a pure-blooded Ōtsutsuki of the main clan, who had devoured multiple chakra fruits—to feel fear and suppression at the very level of bloodline!
Among the trio, Urashiki—always the most fragile in mind—had already collapsed onto the ground in terror. Staring at Kazuki as he approached step by step, Urashiki's mouth slowly stretched open to an almost grotesque degree.
He wanted to scream, to howl with madness, but the shrill cry stuck in his throat, tangled with the last shred of his will, refusing to come out…
He was terrified that if he let the scream escape, Kazuki's strike would fall upon him first.
He dared not.
So Urashiki lay trembling on the ground like prey run through the chest by a hunter's spear, gasping for breath as though already at death's door.
Only Isshiki…
He still managed to twist his head with effort, fixing his gaze on Kazuki. In his eyes there was fear, confusion, yet also a trace of comprehension—perhaps even relief.
It was as though dying at the hands of someone at Kazuki's level could already be considered a stroke of fortune.
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