Upping everything he had—Kengo-Raijin Susanoo, 25× Monster Strength, Thunder–Fire Twin Blades: Sky-Sunder vs Three-Tails Isobu: Tailed Beast Bomb!!
Once again, a dark-violet sun bloomed over Konoha.
But unlike before, a god stood against it.
"Is that… possible?!"
"Can he do it?!"
"That's a Tailed Beast Bomb—the legendary Tailed Beast Bomb!"
Everyone—even Obito's group, who'd been fighting moments ago—turned to Yorin vs. Yagura.
All were stunned. All waited for the outcome.
They didn't wait long. Within seconds, the Three-Tails finished charging—the dark-violet orb screamed toward Uchiha Yorin—
—but halfway there, Yorin's slash struck first.
The result was instant.
Yorin won.
That world-blazing blade of thunder cleaved the Tailed Beast Bomb, then, through the cataclysmic blast, kept roaring straight for Isobu.
Seeing how bad it was, Yagura pulled into his shell—the classic turtle defense. Limbs and head vanished, trusting that ironclad carapace to stop Yorin's cut.
Isobu might not be the strongest Tailed Beast, but he is very likely the toughest.
Even Jiraiya's Sage Art: Super Big Ball Rasengan detonating with the Bomb in a fission surge—power multiplied—hadn't cracked him. It only left him grievously wounded.
So Yagura was confident: even if Yorin could split a Bomb, he couldn't split this shell.
At first, he was right. The moment the slash bit the shell, Yorin felt drag.
Was it a mountain? The earth itself?
No—steel. Pure metal—not common steel, but something like composite tank armor.
Isobu's massive shell felt like a single ingot of exotic alloy—nothing in this world could mar its perfect defense.
"Is it over?"
"To split a Bomb is insane—that's already victory. A complete finish isn't necessary, right?"
"Next he should use subtler techniques to hit the body inside—but—what? How is that possible?!"
Wide-eyed, Jiraiya saw an image he'd never forget—Uchiha Yorin, power surging once more.
"Ridiculous! In front of me, there is no 'absolute defense'—no 'uncuttable' thing!!"
He roared: "Gate of Opening! Gate of Rest! Gate of Life—OPEN!!"
In an instant, he unlocked the first three of the Eight Gates—chakra exploded. The sky-sundering blade grew harder, heavier, sharper.
Isobu's shell, which had just borne the strain, buckled under the doubled force. A terror of death and shock snapped the beast half-awake from the Sharingan's genjutsu.
"What—what's happening?! Why—why can anyone break my absolute defense?!
"Wait—hang on—AAAAHHH—!!"
Over Yagura and Isobu's screams, the cut went through clean—slicing the shell in two.
With a world-shaking detonation, the Three-Tails' vast body blew apart—then unraveled into chakra, returning to the earth.
For a heartbeat, the world shuddered.
When it stilled, at the center of a crater larger than the one the Bomb–Rasengan blast had left, only Yagura's tattered body lay—alive or dead, unknown.
Yorin instantly dropped the first three Gates, bringing his body back from orderly rampage to stable mode.
At the same time, the system chimed in his ears:
[Emergency Quest: Stomp the Shell — Success. Reward: Portion of Tailed Beast Chakra delivered]
In a flash, a fierce, wild, massive chakra poured into him—natural energy, a Tailed Beast chakra rich with it.
Not quite Sage chakra—but equally potent—and even more domineering and brutal.
In a weak body—say, someone like Nagato—such a surge could have torn the host apart.
But Yorin's physique, tempered through several upgrades, took it in stride—perfectly.
Feeling that power swell, looking at the felled foe before him, the Uchiha's heart soared—and he laughed:
"Heh—ha—hahahahaha!!"
Still laughing, he turned—long blades aimed at the slack-jawed Obito and Zetsu:
"Alright!"
"Now—it's your turn!!"
…
Obito: "!!"
Zetsu: "!!!!"
Zetsu: "Retreat—retreat, Obito. In this state, we can't win!"
Obito: "Shut up—"
He didn't add "Want to die?!" this time.
Because he knew—like this, they couldn't win.
Why had Uchiha Yorin become this strong?!
It had only been a few months since their last fight. In that time, under Zetsu's coaching, he had leveled up—he wasn't the same.
So why hadn't the gap closed? Why was it wider?
"I—already—I already—"
Reason told him Zetsu was right.
A perfect jinchūriki had just been killed—and killed head-on.
Fight that monster? No number of lives would be enough.
He hadn't made the world know pain—no, he hadn't built a world with Rin yet. He couldn't die. Not yet.
But if Obito were the rational type—he wouldn't be Uchiha Obito.
Fury, stubborn pride—and a jealousy he couldn't name—
Hero—even if his face and posture didn't match, everyone in Konoha—shinobi and civilian alike—was cheering Yorin.
After tonight, Uchiha Yorin would be everyone's hero. If the Fourth Hokage were to fall, Yorin might well become the Fifth.
Hero. Hokage.
Obito's dream—and so far from his reach.
Without even trying, Uchiha Yorin had become what Obito wanted to be.
Call it obstinacy or folly—Obito refused to yield. He refused to admit he was less than Uchiha Yorin.
"Fight!"
Uchiha Obito's fighting spirit flared—he even ignored Kakashi, who seconds ago had been shouting "Obito!" and "Kakashi!"—war fan leveled at Yorin.
Come.
You fought swordsmen—then the Three-Tails. How much strength do you have left? I don't believe you're made of iron!
Yes, challenging now took advantage—but Obito didn't care.
He'd rip out Kakashi's eye, slot it in—and clash with Yorin at the peak.
Except—no.
"Come on!"
Yorin Body-Flickered a few times to Obito's field—and issued the challenge.
He took a step—ready to trade barbs—
But Yorin's second half of the sentence knocked him off-balance:
"That half-black, half-white guy—I mean you—come on, duel me."
Black & White Zetsu: "Huh? Me?"
Zetsu pointed at himself, staring blankly at Yorin.
Obito was just as lost.
"…"
"…What the hell?"
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