Chapter 392: Six Blades, Twelve Holes
The Kamui Dimension was now Naruto's territory; after Obito entered, several Wood Clones, sensing Obito's Chakra during their carpet search, rushed over.
Going out meant facing a "mixed doubles" beating from the pair outside, while staying here meant being besieged by seven Wood Clones.
He was boxed in from both ends.
Thanks to the power of the Hashirama cells and having brought his severed arm into the Kamui Dimension just before entering, Obito reattached it within two breaths.
This injury was caused by the slowing of Kamui's intangibility speed; in the past, he could have even escaped while carrying members of the Akatsuki Organization with him.
Seven Uzumaki Narutos, dressed in Hidden Leaf Village Jonin uniforms, cornered Obito in the center.
If he wanted to leave, he could only use Kamui to escape, but... go out?
Outside was the terrifying Main Body Naruto and Uchiha Hikari's "mixed doubles"—going out was just seeking death.
Continue staying here?
Then he would have to face the siege of seven Naruto Clones who were well-prepared and coordinated perfectly.
He was trapped from both sides.
A desperate situation!
The expression under Obito's mask instantly became extremely grim.
But he was, after all, someone who had experienced life and death several times; in this desperate situation, a fierce resoluteness was instead triggered.
Benefiting from the monstrous vitality and regenerative capacity of the Hashirama cells within his body, as well as the fact that at the last moment before entering the Kamui Dimension, he had endured the sharp pain to bring his severed right arm with him...
Obito pressed the severed arm against the wound on his right shoulder.
Driven by the surging life energy of the Hashirama cells, the severed blood vessels, nerves, and muscle fibers began to frantically squirm and regenerate at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In just two breaths' time.
That right arm, which had been severed at the root with destructive energy still lingering at the wound, was actually forcibly reattached by Obito!
Although the skin at the junction still appeared somewhat red and tender, and its movement wasn't very fluid, it had at least recovered its basic form and partial function!
This kind of regenerative ability was nothing short of terrifying.
However, there was not a trace of joy in Obito's heart.
The injury to this arm was ultimately due to his Mangekyo Ocular Power being damaged, causing the speed of Kamui's intangibility to slow down.
In the past, at his peak, he could have even used Kamui to safely escape such an attack while bringing the entire membership of the Akatsuki Organization with him!
And now... he could only survive by sacrificing an arm, nearly losing his life in the process.
The loss of power and the failure of his plans caused the anger and resentment in Obito's heart to burn even more fiercely.
He slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping left and right across the surrounding Wood Clones of Naruto.
Seven against one.
There was no chance of victory.
But... he, Uchiha Obito, even if he were to die, would never die in such a pathetic manner!
Obito suddenly raised his hand, using the right hand he had just reattached to rip the mask off his face.
"Clatter!"
The mask fell onto the grayish-white ground, making a crisp sound.
His true face was revealed, covered in hideous scars and distorted by pain and determination, yet no longer hidden by anything.
As for his eyes, the left was a transplanted ordinary Three-Tomoe Sharingan, while the Mangekyo pattern of the right eye had regressed into a dim three-tomoe form due to excessive Ocular Power consumption and severe injury, no longer able to maintain those eerie and powerful Kamui patterns.
He stared fixedly at the Naruto Wood Clone in front of him that seemed to be the leader, his voice hoarse yet carrying a desperate madness and dignity:
"Even if I die, I will have my final dignity!"
"Come at me all at once!"
Before his voice had even faded, Obito suddenly drew a seemingly ordinary Kunai from his robes, poured all his remaining Chakra and strength into his feet, and like an injured, frenzied beast, charged recklessly toward the Naruto Wood Clone directly in front of him!
This was the final charge of his life.
It was a struggle against fate, and a final accounting of his entire life.
Faced with Obito's charge—which seemed tragic but was actually incredibly feeble under the surroundings of seven Wood Clones—the targeted Naruto Wood Clone showed a strange expression on his face.
He did not call upon the other Clones to swarm him.
Instead, he also took a step forward, raising his right hand as green Chakra light flickered in his palm, and a wooden sword instantly took shape.
"Fine."
The Wood Clone spoke, "I'll give you a chance."
He would grant this desperate enemy final respect in the most Ninja way possible!
Clang!
The Kunai and the wooden sword collided violently, yet they produced a crisp sound of clashing metal, with sparks flying everywhere!
A look of ruthlessness flashed in Obito's eyes as a Kunai dropped from his left sleeve; his left hand instantly caught the Kunai and stabbed it fiercely toward the Naruto Wood Clone's abdomen.
This was his hidden killing move: using the frontal attack with his right hand to draw attention while performing a lethal sneak attack with his left.
However, Naruto's Taijutsu was superior to Obito's.
The Wood Clone seemed to have anticipated his move; facing the sneak attack, the Wood Clone did not hesitate or dodge at all, but instead directly raised his own left hand to meet the sharp Kunai with his palm.
The Kunai pierced into the Wood Clone's palm without any resistance.
But before Obito could even show a successful smile, he felt a surge of force coming from his left hand.
The Wood Clone's pierced palm, far from retreating, suddenly clenched, gripping Obito's left hand that held the Kunai like a steel vise.
Even more terrifyingly, the hand gripping Obito's wrist began to rapidly "woodify" the moment it touched his skin.
Countless fine, root-like wood fibers grew wildly from the Wood Clone's palm, spreading frantically up Obito's wrist like a disease clinging to the bone.
In the blink of an eye, the part of Obito's left arm below the forearm was completely encased in a hard wooden shell, firmly "growing" together with the Wood Clone's palm!
"Now," the Wood Clone's voice rang out, "you won't be able to run."
Obito's pupils shrank; he struggled desperately, trying to break free from this wooden restraint, but the wood fibers were exceptionally tough and seemed to be constantly absorbing his Chakra to reinforce themselves.
And at the very moment he was restrained and his movements stalled.
The six surrounding Naruto Wood Clones, who had been watching silently like background props, moved.
They were like well-trained soldiers, their movements synchronized and fast as lightning.
In the hands of each Wood Clone, a wooden sword identical to the one in the leader's hand had condensed at some unknown point.
Six figures from six different directions, like six lethal shadows, closed in on the briefly restrained Obito in an instant.
Six Blades, Twelve Holes; blood gushed out.
Agony! Like a tidal wave, it swept through every nerve in Obito's body!
His body suddenly stiffened, and all movement ceased.
Blood, like a fountain, poured frantically from those twelve wounds, instantly staining his tattered clothes and the grayish-white ground beneath his feet red.
Obito's body was completely propped up by these six wooden swords, like a specimen nailed to a cross.
His head hung powerlessly, blood continuously spilling from the corners of his mouth.
His pupils were dilated, yet they remained fixedly open, staring toward the endless, forever grayish-white Void Realm of the Kamui Dimension.
In that gaze, there was unwillingness, resentment, a final trace of attachment, and... despair.
He died with his eyes wide open.
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