Just like Zetsu griped—Obito's attacks were all thunder, little rain.
A tidal wave of Wood Release like a dragon turning in the earth, hail-like storms of shuriken, and the occasional space-time twist that felt genuinely lethal—all of it, Uchiha Yorin slipped past by a hair.
Body Flicker. Body Flicker. And more Body Flicker.
Uchiha Yorin was absurdly agile.
Under attacks coming from sky and ground with no breathing room, he wove through Obito's bullet hell with nonstop Flickers and footwork.
He even had time to trash-talk:
"Too slow. Way too slow."
"You think I'm O'Neal's grandma?"
"Your forehand's weak, backhand sloppy, footwork loose, reactions sluggish—not a single decent move. And you think you can share a stage with me? Keep dreaming!"
Obito: "Damn you, brat! I'm holding back and you're still pushing this hard?!"
Talk is cheap; truth cuts like a blade. Most of Yorin's barbs were noise, but the key point stood—Obito was too slow.
Not Kamui's warp speed—his reaction speed. He was a beat behind Yorin. Training from Madara or not, god-tier loadout or not, slow is slow.
Because his reactions lagged, his devastating strikes kept whiffing. Every time he was "this close" to landing a hit—but that "inch" was an ocean. Before he attacked, Yorin had already predicted his prediction.
"That's all you've got? Then it's my turn."
Yorin said lightly, "Uchiha's signature—Manipulating Shuriken Technique—I can do it too, with a few upgrades." He pulled two kunai from his pouch. "But first, something to say."
"Going to surrender now? Don't be ridiculous!"
"I'm not losing—why would I surrender? You're the one joking around, Obito."
"I told you, I'm not Obito!"
"Great. If you're not Obito, no problem—then you also know Rin never liked you. She liked Kakashi."
"—Nonsense!!!" Obito roared on reflex—and cursed himself a beat later. Damn it. Cat's out of the bag.
A flicker of emotion, a jolt of chaos—an opening. Yorin exploded forward, closing the gap in a blur.
Obito: "!!!!"
Panic nipped at him. He was fully kitted—six god-tier items—enough to swing on Kaguya herself and not embarrass himself.
If he got shredded by a mere elite jōnin like Yorin with a setup like this, forget "a gentle world for Rin"—time to find a block of tofu and headbutt it.
Problem was… he really was about to get shredded.
A normal ninja should never take a taijutsu specialist up close. Think Eighth-Gate Guy vs. Six Paths Madara.
"Flame Claw of Konoha" was a title stacked from enemy heads. One twitch of those red-chakra short blades and even elites would shiver. If he closed in, even Kage-class could die.
"Back then Minato said Flame Claw was already seventy percent of White Fang. What about now—eighty? Ninety? More?!
No—no way. Even if White Fang came back, these eyes would beat him!
Kamui is an unbeatable jutsu! I'm an unbeatable ninja—so—when?! Just now—Manipulating Shuriken—no, Manipulating Kunai is more like it!!!"
Obito's heart hammered.
First: raw dread of Yorin—he did not want to box up close.
Second: Kamui—instant invincibility and repositioning—to open distance.
Strictly speaking Kamui is a kind of teleport, but not all "teleports" are equal. Pitting Kamui against Yorin's base Body Flicker should favor me!
Then he felt them on his flanks—two kunai whipping in—fast, nasty, mean.
Manipulating Kunai.
Like Uchiha's favored Manipulating Shuriken—but kunai instead of stars—
Not that simple. Different weight, different feel—you relearn everything.
More important: a kunai isn't far from a dagger; a dagger isn't far from a short blade.
With rubber cords on the rings, Yorin's kunai could work like a sword, spiking the lethality.
It's "only" a D-rank technique like Manipulating Shuriken, but the killing power blew past most D-ranks—easily B-rank—and the flexibility and variations outclassed many A-ranks.
What's a trump card? This is a trump card.
What's a finisher? This is a finisher.
"!"
"!"
"Dodge!"
Normal dodging wouldn't cut it—he had to Kamui. But chaining Kamui burns you out.
If he had both eyes, maybe. But that left eye was with Kakashi—that useless washout who couldn't protect Rin.
"Damn it—if only I had both eyes…"
Kamui spun up; pain lanced, blood ran from his eye.
Still—he slipped the two kunai—though the cords were already snapping them back around—but never mind—ugh!
A prickle bloomed between his shoulders—kunai point kissing his heart from behind.
"Not two—three kunai? Damn it—when—"
"So, can we talk now, Obito?" Yorin asked pleasantly.
The cords retracted; the three kunai snapped back to his hands.
From his smile, you'd think they'd just had a friendly spar.
"One kunai won't kill me."
He'd eaten the loss and was clearly down in this exchange, but Obito wouldn't lose the posture. His mouth stayed hard.
"Mm-hmm. Sure. Obito's the strongest~" Yorin played along, though his mood wasn't as airy as he sounded.
Right—one kunai wouldn't kill him. That's why Yorin hadn't actually gone for it.
"So—now we can talk, yeah?"
"…"
He still wanted to plant a fist in that sunny face—but in the end he snorted and fell quiet, tacitly agreeing to the parley.
[Quest · Outshine the Uchiha · Complete]
Right on cue, the system chimed. A fresh wave of chakra, just like the last two, welled up from nowhere.
This time, with experience, Yorin didn't lose control—or break into the signature Uchiha cackle.
Still, he was very, very pleased.
Unlike with Shisui, Obito had gone nearly all-out—and still lost by a step.
You could say Obito wasn't fully cooked yet.
You could say Hashirama cells and Wood Release make him too hardy for a single kunai.
You could say Yorin's style happens to counter Obito's.
Hotheads who only know how to carpet-bomb with ultimates hate fighters like Yorin—veterans with surgical precision.
But.
Either way.
A loss is a loss.
This was Yorin's second Kage-class scalp—and his third Uchiha prodigy.
And those two Kage-class he beat? Also Uchiha. Yorin was basically an Uchiha-slayer at this point—the god of civil wars.