"Damn it!"
Uchiha Obito saw through the other guy's intent, his eyes trembling violently, 'This bastard wants my right eye.'
The Kamui space was his most crucial ability, the greatest reliance he had for carrying out the Moon's Eye Plan.
If he lost that eye, he'd be no better than a stray dog on the street. Anyone who saw him could come up and kick him twice.
"Cough! Cough!"
Obito vomited mouthfuls of some kind of unknown white substance, the Mangekyo pattern in his eye spinning wildly. He tried to use Kamui, but the space around him was the same as before, like it was sealed off by something.
No matter what he did, he couldn't enter the Kamui space.
"Illusion!"
With nowhere to run, Uchiha Obito unleashed a genjutsu he rarely used.
But Aoba didn't react at all.
His eyes were the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan, if it had been Tsukuyomi or Kotoamatsukami, it might've had some effect, but a normal Mangekyo illusion? It was basically useless.
'Truly, like barking at a wall.'
"Cough! Cough!"
Obito's coughing grew worse.
"How pathetic, Uchiha Obito."
Aoba let out a cold laugh, then extended his clawed right hand straight toward Obito's right eye.
Seeing the hand coming closer and closer, Obito knew, he had been completely cornered.
Powerless to resist.
His greatest trump card couldn't be used, and Tobi was completely silent now, dead or unconscious, he didn't know.
'Why… Ever since that night of the Nine-Tails' attack twelve years ago, nothing has gone smoothly for me.'
First, he was tricked by Hiruzen and almost died. Then Nagato lost control. And now, by sheer bad luck, he'd run into this monster.
'Sensei Minato… is this your punishment for me?'
Maybe it's only when people are close to death that they finally see their true selves. At the instant Aoba plucked out his eye, Obito seemed to glimpse those days again, the days of Team Minato.
Those were…
Truly unforgettable, happy times.
Rabbit! Boar!
Even so, he didn't stop resisting, Obito quickly raised both hands and began forming hand seals.
Although he was reminiscing about his time as a member of "Team Minato," that didn't mean he had repented.
He was utterly disillusioned with this decaying, cruel ninja world.
He was going to cast Izanagi.
Even if he died here, he would never let his eye fall into someone else's hands.
If Aoba wanted it that badly, then he'd destroy it himself.
Izanagi, the Uchiha clan's ultimate pupil technique.
A Sharingan wielder could activate it by forming the signs of Rabbit, Boar, Ram.
It allowed the user to turn unfavorable events that happened within a certain period into illusions, while keeping only the favorable ones as reality.
Though the user would not survive long afterward, and the eye that cast it would go blind.
In other words, even if he died here, what Aoba would get was just a blind, useless Sharingan.
But even though the thought was beautiful, before he could finish the third hand sign, his right eye had already been taken, resting in Aoba's hand.
"You wanted to cast Izanagi and destroy this eye, huh? You've got a bit more guts than I expected."
"Damn it!"
Obito clutched the bloody hole where his eye had been, glaring at Aoba with his left, his remaining ordinary three-tomoe Sharingan.
Aoba only sneered, "Uchiha Obito, I won't kill you. Your sins deserve judgment from someone more suited than me… say, Kakashi."
Seeing Obito still unfazed, he added fuel to the fire.
"Or perhaps... Nohara Rin."
"You bastard, what are you trying to do?"
Obito hadn't felt much before, but the moment that name was mentioned, he could no longer control himself.
"You bastard! Don't tell me you want to desecrate the dead?"
Finally satisfied, Aoba's eyes slightly widened, "Good night, Uchiha Obito. Go ahead and sleep for a while. When you wake up, maybe you'll get to see that Rin you keep thinking about."
"You bastard, you!"
The curses that had just burst from Obito's throat suddenly froze. His voice stopped halfway.
He had already fallen into a genjutsu.
Aoba once again placed his hand on Obito's shoulder and pulled outward, and the "Tobi" pretending to be dead was yanked out from within Obito's body.
"Huh?"
Tobi hadn't expected his fake-death act to be exposed.
"Do you know where Black Zetsu is?"
Aoba gripped Tobi by the neck, eyes flickering as he cast another genjutsu.
"Gurgle~"
"..."
Seeing Tobi's idiotic, drooling expression, Aoba sighed helplessly. Looks like the illusion had no effect at all.
Logically, most White Zetsu were products of the Infinite Tsukuyomi, so they should be susceptible to genjutsu too. But Tobi had been created by Uchiha Madara using Hashirama's cells.
'Could it be his brain is too simple, he got stupid the moment he was put under?'
'Then again, if Madara used Hashirama's DNA to create Tobi… does that mean this thing is technically the lovechild of Uchiha Madara and Senju Hashirama?'
Thinking of that, Aoba quickly shook his head, 'No way, Hashirama is Tsunade's grandfather, which makes him my own grandfather in a sense. I couldn't entertain such a disrespectful thought about an elder!'
He placed his hand on Tobi's head, trying to use the Rinnegan's power to extract the creature's memories directly. Though he confirmed Black Zetsu's existence, he still couldn't pinpoint its location.
After all, that thing had attached itself to Obito six years ago, and Black Zetsu was like a ghost, appearing only when it wanted to.
Worse yet, Tobi's mind seemed to be filled entirely with poop. Apart from that, he cared about nothing else at all.
It seemed this Tobi was worthless, except as a research sample.
Aoba pulled out a sealing scroll, formed hand seals, and sealed the creature away.
Since White Zetsu was basically plant matter, it could be sealed inside a scroll.
After everything was done, the wooden giant beneath his feet slowly decomposed into vines and retracted underground bit by bit.
"Aoba, is it over already?"
Terumi Mei appeared in front of him as soon as she saw him dissolve the Wood Release construct, though she remained on guard.
That was the nature of shinobi battles, until the very last moment, you could never know what other tricks the enemy might have.
So Terumi Mei stayed fully alert.
Aoba smiled and nodded, "Don't worry. He's completely trapped in my illusion now."
With Aoba's reassurance, Terumi Mei finally let her guard down and exhaled a long breath of relief.
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