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The desolate burial grounds of the Land of Water.
— Impure World Reincarnation (Edo Tensei)!
"Aaaarrrgh…!"
The sacrificial White Zetsu screamed as a massive wave of dust erupted, wrapping around it and forming a pulsating sphere.
From the sphere… a bulbous head emerged.
Fuguki Suikazan's eyes widened. "Who the hell are you?!"
Obito ignored him, turning to give a slight nod to Shikaku and Inoichi.
Shikaku's shadow snaked out, binding Fuguki. Inoichi moved behind the reanimated Swordsman and pressed a specially-prepared sealing kunai into the back of his head.
Hiss-hiss-hiss…!
Acrid smoke billowed.
The light in Fuguki's eyes died completely.
And… Obito felt it. An intangible link. Perfect, absolute control over his Edo Tensei puppet.
Inoichi really did have some impressive skills.
Obito raised two fingers. Fuguki dropped to his knees, prostrating himself.
Obito planted his foot on the massive head, his expression cold. Another former member of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen, master of Samehada… and yet, this one wasn't worth half the man Kisame had been.
Shikaku's brow twitched.
"Lord Obito… why not reanimate Kisame Hoshigaki as well?"
"Hm." Obito tilted his head. "A fair point."
He spoke to the ground behind him. "Retrieve a biological sample from Kisame."
The White Zetsu moved with chilling efficiency. Within ten minutes, it returned, holding a vial containing blood—Kisame's blood, shed during his hunt for the Eight-Tails.
No wasted time. Obito performed the hand signs, using another White Zetsu as the living sacrifice.
Hiss-hiss-hiss!
The blood vial emptied. The dust swirled…
And nothing happened.
"What's the issue?" Obito lowered his hands, a frown forming. "A flaw in the technique? Or is the sample too degraded to call his soul back? No matter…"
"Lord Obito," Shikaku interjected quietly. "Have you considered the possibility that Kisame Hoshigaki is still… alive?"
Obito actually chuckled. "Kisame's loyalty was absolute. If he lived, he would have torn this world apart to return to my side. He hasn't. Therefore, he is dead."
The finality in his tone left no room for debate. Shikaku fell silent.
Obito's sleeve flared. "Enough. To the next location. I want the rest of the former Swordsmen under my command before nightfall."
In the forest behind them… a man with a Kiri forehead protector watched everything through a pale, veined eye.
His face was sheet-white. There's no mistake. That chakra signature, that Sharingan… It's him. The one the Hokage warned us about at the Five Kage Summit. Obito Uchiha! The Mizukage's deduction was correct. He's the true monster behind the Blood Mist, the one who corrupted Yagura!
Sweat beaded on his forehead. He clenched his fist.
But Shikaku Nara? Inoichi Yamanaka? Why are they with him?! What in the hell has happened to Konoha?!
…
Shikaku's eyes flickered. He glanced at Inoichi. "Inoichi. You sense something?"
"Hm?" Obito followed his gaze.
Inoichi sighed inwardly. Damn it, Shikaku. You know me too well. Not even a flicker of my perception escapes you.
Ao… you're on your own now.
"Nine o'clock. Deep in the woods."
"Is that so…" A slow, predatory smile spread across Obito's lips.
And he vanished from the field of view of Ao's Byakugan.
"What—?!"
Swish!
A black vortex swirled. Obito materialized directly above Ao.
An ocular space-time ninjutsu?!
Instinct screamed. Ao launched himself backward.
Obito's palm extended.
Banshō Ten'in.
An irresistible pull. Ao was yanked forward, helpless as a leaf in a gale.
What is this power?!
His soul practically fled his body.
Run! Everyone, run!
He tried to scream the warning to the Anbu hidden in the canopy. But the crimson light of the Sharingan was already burning into his mind, drowning his will.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
Figures in armor and masks dropped from the trees, surrounding Obito in a deadly ring.
Boom…
A low rumble of thunder echoed overhead. Dark clouds blotted out the sky.
A Kiri Anbu captain barked the order. "Step away from Lord Ao!"
"Or you die here!"
Obito's smile didn't waver.
"Nostalgic. Truly. But honestly… you lot aren't even fit to polish my shoes anymore."
"Attack!!"
Blades cleared their sheaths. A synchronized, lethal charge.
Clap!
Obito brought his hands together.
In his mind, Shikaku's voice linked. "Lord Obito. Take them alive. I… have a proposal."
The Sage Art: Inorganic Reincarnation Obito intended to unleash… shifted. Thick black rods speared from the ground instead, piercing clothing and binding limbs—a brutal binding technique.
Every single Kiri Anbu was immobilized.
Shikaku, Inoichi, and the reanimated Fuguki walked over. Dozens of White Zetsu followed.
Shikaku spoke calmly. "I've conceived of a way to amplify our forces."
Obito raised an eyebrow. "You want to use these Anbu as sacrifices for Edo Tensei?"
"On the contrary." Shikaku's smile was chillingly efficient. "White Zetsu's abilities make them ideal foot soldiers. Now imagine… if those soldiers possessed true immortality. An invincible legion."
Obito's single visible eye widened. He stared at Shikaku.
"Shikaku… sometimes I truly wish to crack open your skull and see how that brain of yours works."
Obito drew an enormous, intricate sealing array on the ground.
Minutes later, an equal number of White Zetsu clones appeared. They walked silently to stand before each bound Kiri Anbu. Then, without hesitation, they drove kunai into their own hearts.
From outside the circle, Obito completed the final seal.
— Forbidden Art: Impure World Reincarnation!
"GGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH—!!"
A chorus of agonized screams ripped from the Kiri Anbu. The White Zetsu husks dissolved into dust. On the living sacrifices, flesh began to bubble and reform. Features morphed, shifting until the Kiri Anbu had been completely transformed into perfect copies of the White Zetsu.
The Edo Zetsu. An immortal, regenerating clone soldier. Born from a single, terrifying flash of insight from Shikaku Nara.
"How is your collective intelligence network?" Shikaku asked the newly-formed beings.
They looked at each other. "We clones sense each other. But the link to our living brethren… is gone."
"Interesting." Shikaku stroked his chin. "Mass production is still impractical, then. We'll form a special operations unit. They will serve as a decisive trump card."
Beside him, Inoichi's heart hammered against his ribs. This… this is a nightmare. A Nara like Shikaku unleashed for the enemy. Every suggestion he offers is a catastrophic boost to Obito's power. I can't let this continue. I must find a way, a moment… to break the genjutsu on him.
…
Azure Moon Island.
"Sasuke… how do you feel?"
"I can feel it… Father's ocular power… it keeps welling up inside me…"
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