Momoshiki tilted his head slightly, studying Obito the way soone might examine a particularly curious insect.
"...Filthy, you say?"
A faint chuckle escaped him, his voice carrying that unnatural blend of both Boruto and himself.
"You dare address that way, inferior creature?"
"You lowly beings who call yourselves ninja... thieves who stole the power of gods and strut about in arrogance on borrowed strength... and you dare speak to of purity?"
The blue Kāma markings faintly flashed across his body. Then he raised one hand, and the black markings spread across his skin before being drawn into the Kāma itself.
They were the traces of the Flying Raijin mark Obito had left behind.
"Did you really think your petty little tricks would escape my notice?" Momoshiki said coldly. "You are nothing more than a thief."
What Momoshiki ant was obvious.
To him, it was the Ōtsutsuki Clan that had spread chakra across this planet in the first place. To beings like him, humans were nothing but insects borrowing power that had never truly belonged to them.
Obito sighed inwardly.
My luck is really running out, huh? he thought grimly. So this Kāma can even absorb the marks from Flying Raijin... That makes this fight even more troubleso than before.
But of course, outwardly, he didn't let up on the trash talk for even a second.
"...That's rich coming from you, Whitey," Obito said lazily, rolling one shoulder as if loosening up. "Pretty funny hearing that from a parasite who needs a kid's body just to keep existing."
"...Oh?"
The smile vanished from Momoshiki's face. His eyes narrowed slightly, as though sothing inside him had gone still.
Then, in a deeper voice, almost like he was speaking to himself, he muttered,
"Allow to show you... how this power is properly used."
Momoshiki slowly raised his hand.
"Let's see... what was it called again? Ah, right... Rasengan."
A blue sphere of chakra ford in his palm, spinning violently as it rapidly grew in size. Then, with a savage grin, he slamd it straight toward Obito.
The entire area was engulfed.
Boom!
Obito had already activated Kamui, and the Rasengan passed through him without doing any damage.
But sothing was wrong.
The Rasengan wasn't dispersing.
If anything, it kept going, growing wilder, as though—
"I must admit," Momoshiki said with a twisted smile, pouring even more chakra into the violently spinning sphere in his hand, "that strange technique of yours is impressive. But it must have so kind of restriction. During your fight, I could already tell..."
His grin widened.
"...You're hiding your real body in another dinsion, aren't you?"
So that's it... Obito clicked his tongue inwardly. This bastard was really pulling a Sukuna—watching the whole fight, analyzing everything, and waiting for the perfect timing.
The shalessness of it was almost laughable.
Then again, Obito wasn't exactly in a position to complain after using Sasuke's fake corpse to trick Boruto.
Still... like he said, this isn't ideal either...
Obito's figure sank into the ground while still intangible, slipping beneath the surface of the snow to evade the Rasengan entirely.
Momoshiki slowly lowered his arm and cast a sideways glance toward Obito, who reappeared at another location.
"...You vanish the mont you're threatened," Momoshiki said coldly. "And you call that power?"
Obito gave a small, indifferent shrug.
"...Soon, you'll wish you could do the sa."
Boom!
The snow beneath Momoshiki's feet exploded.
Obito's Sharingan spun instantly—
—and still lost track of the blurred figure.
So fast!
Much faster than Sasuke had been.
Even so, Obito twisted his body just enough to avoid the hand that tore past his face.
Bang!
A violent shockwave ripped through the air behind him, blasting a distant wall of ice into powder.
Momoshiki was already beside him again, expression cold and rciless.
His knee shot upward without hesitation.
Obito brought up his forearm to block—
Bang!
The impact exploded like a cannon blast.
Cracks spread beneath Obito's feet, and the snowfield caved in around him. But before Momoshiki could chain another strike into the opening, Obito's body turned intangible once again.
Momoshiki's follow-up attack passed straight through him.
The pale Ōtsutsuki narrowed his eyes in visible irritation.
"Tch. This slippery ability is really starting to piss off."
Kamui.
Without any warning, space twisted behind Momoshiki.
A black hand shrieked through the distorted void, its motion carrying the terrifying sound of space itself being torn apart, as it clawed toward the back of his head.
Momoshiki leaned sideways with impossible precision. The attack barely grazed a lock of blond hair as it passed.
In the sa motion, he spun and lashed out with a savage backhand.
Obito phased straight through it, but his expression had already darkened.
Then the two of them crossed through each other.
One intangible.
The other adapting at a monstrous speed.
The next instant, they separated by several ters.
Snow burst upward in long streaks where their feet had torn across the ground.
Momoshiki glanced down at his hand for a mont, then slowly smiled again.
"Space–ti ninjutsu... and visual prowess sharp enough to track this well..."
His pale eyes rose and locked onto Obito.
"You're no ordinary inferior creature."
Obito answered with a snort and said nothing.
Instead, he moved.
Swoosh!
Momoshiki's head snapped to the side as Obito descended from above with a brutal axe kick loaded with killing intent.
Momoshiki caught his leg with one hand.
The ground beneath him exploded.
For a single instant, both of them froze in place.
Then Momoshiki smirked.
"Caught you."
Obito's visible eye remained utterly emotionless.
"No. You didn't."
Momoshiki's expression shifted slightly.
He looked down—
—and saw Obito's body beginning to twist into the vortex of Kamui at point-blank range.
This bastard!
Momoshiki released him instantly and sprang backward, but the warped pull still scraped across Boruto's sleeve and tore part of it away into a spiraling distortion.
He landed lightly across the snow, his pale eyes colder now.
A mont later, Obito dropped back to the ground, his cloak fluttering in the wind.
He looked relaxed on the surface, but only he knew how guarded he really was at this mont.
From that brief exchange alone, he had already reached a grim conclusion.
Momoshiki's Kāma had probably fused to around sixty percent.
And that sixty percent was already enough to rival Sasuke at his peak.
The problem was, the Sasuke he had fought earlier had been low on chakra.
That ant that in pure base ability, Momoshiki was now superior.
And in terms of hax, he was even worse.
"What are you thinking?" Momoshiki asked suddenly, grinning wickedly from where he stood. "Did you finally notice?"
Another horn pushed out from his head, and the markings spreading across his body deepened even further.
The sense of danger pouring from him doubled compared to before.
"Well, you ninja do have a talent for that sort of cunning."
His grin widened.
"Thanks to you... my progress with this vessel is getting better and better."
Obito didn't bother replying.
Instead, he quietly considered his next move.
I was trying to injure him during that exchange just now... Obito thought grimly. I even held back from using Kamui's space-cutting effect, and still his reaction was faster.
His original plan had been simple.
If he could extract even a little of Momoshiki's blood, then he could finish everything in one shot using the damage transfer ability he had obtained from Hidan.
But this bastard...
Arrogant as he was, he was also unbelievably cautious.
Obito's gaze flickered toward Momoshiki's body.
The injuries I dealt earlier…
There wasn't a single trace left.
So the Kāma healed everything… not just physical damage, but completely erased it…
That ant his earlier assumption had been off.
Or rather—
—I underestimated it.
His gaze shifted subtly toward the ground below.
The place where Boruto had been injured before… where blood should have been left behind…
There was nothing.
Only shattered ground and frozen debris.
…Damn.
Even if there had been any traces, they were already buried beneath layers of broken earth and ice.
There was no way he could dig through all of that in the middle of a fight.
And I can't exactly stop and start searching for it either…
A faint irritation crept into his thoughts.
…I shouldn't have told White Zetsu to stay back.
If Zetsu had been here, recovering a sample would've been trivial.
But now—
Obito exhaled slowly, forcing his thoughts to settle.
No point dwelling on it.
I'll just have to take it directly from him.
That much was certain.
This was not an opponent he could afford to approach carelessly.
"Phew..."
Obito let out a slow breath and lowered himself into another fighting stance.
He still had one more trump card that could be used against Momoshiki.
But no matter what, he really didn't want to use it.
He was already starting to question his own earlier decision...
Whether he had been too greedy.
The reason he hadn't directly absorbed the powers of Urashiki and Sasuke was because he had been planning sothing else entirely.
He wanted to fuse the "items" from all three of them together and force a mutation.
If that succeeded, the benefits would naturally be much greater.
At the sa ti, Momoshiki was evaluating him as well.
This masked human was troubleso.
Annoyingly troubleso.
His body could slip into another dinsion at will, and his timing was absurdly precise.
Worse, those eyes of his were reading movent far too well.
That alone made him more irritating than the average chakra-born creature.
Without any warning, Obito suddenly raised one hand and attacked.
"Wood Style: Ergence of Hell!"
Wood Release burst from the ground instantly.
Thick wooden roots erupted beneath Momoshiki's feet and shot upward like spears, twisting and multiplying in the blink of an eye.
Momoshiki clicked his tongue and leaped into the air.
The roots chased after him imdiately.
"...Tch."
While dodging in midair, he raised his arm as blue chakra surged around it.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The wooden roots exploded apart in the sky as the force of his strikes pulped them one after another.
"Then let give you sothing in return too."
Momoshiki landed lightly on the snow and pressed one hand against the ground.
The entire dinsion trembled.
Obito's eyes narrowed.
Without hesitation, he leaped into the air and landed atop a towering stone pillar.
Boom.
Crack!
The snow-covered earth split apart as a colossal earth golem rose from below, its sheer size rivaling a Perfect Susanoo.
Obito looked down at it in silence.
"...Fine. So it's a battle of firepower."
His Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan spun.
A mont later, enormous chakra erupted into the sky behind him.
Bones, armor, and wings took shape one after another as his Perfect Susanoo manifested, towering over the battlefield in direct answer to Momoshiki's creation.
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