"That's impossible—the Sharingan cannot be deactivated after being transplanted. These Sharingan of yours must be innate, but the Fourth Hokage has no Uchiha bloodline."
In the mental space, Obito's eyes looked as if he had seen a ghost.
"Theoretically speaking, if you trace a person's bloodline back eighteen generations, there are a full 520,000 people. Who can be certain that there isn't some Uchiha bloodline in there somewhere?"
Minato said calmly, "Your reaction is very interesting, though I can't say I don't understand it. After all, when something that exceeds one's understanding appears before them, anyone would find it hard to believe."
"Just like the Minato of this world didn't recognize you, didn't you also fail to confirm my identity?"
"You—you even know about something like that?"
Beneath his swirl mask, Obito's expression was as dark as dripping water.
He had grievances against Minato because on the day of the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox Incident, Minato had not recognized his identity, and that had extinguished the last shred of affection he held in his heart.
But he was very certain that only he and the Fourth were present at that time.
How, then, did the person before him know?
Thinking of Minato's care for Uzumaki Naruto, he seemed to realize something, a flash of horror in his eyes:
"You aren't the Fourth from a parallel world; you are the Fourth of this world!"
Minato shook his head. "I am not as noble as him, nor am I as irresponsible."
That was true—
Obito did not doubt the truth of Minato's words.
Although the person in front of him had the same face as the Fourth, his personality was far more malicious than the Fourth of this world.
Especially that mouth, it was practically dripping with poison!
It now seemed that this person had known his identity all along, yet had quietly watched him put on a performance right there—
Thinking of this, Obito couldn't help but flush red, feeling his nose prickle.
However, flushing red aside, Obito did not forget his current predicament.
His right eye poured out ocular power recklessly, and finally, with a crash, the world before him shattered abruptly.
A cool night breeze brushed against his hair; Obito panted heavily, feeling dizzy, his heart filled with dread.
Minato's eye power was far beyond what he had imagined!
The two were simply not on the same level!
Mangekyō eye power is non-renewable; even with the nourishment of Hashirama's cells, it only alleviates the consumption of eye power at most, and cannot replenish the eye power that has already been lost.
The eye power consumed just now to break through that genjutsu was comparable to him using Kamui hundreds of times.
After all, his other Mangekyō is with Kakashi, and now there is only an ordinary Three-Tomoe in his left eye.
And even if he got the other Sharingan back, the two of them would still be far apart in terms of eye power.
But fortunately, as long as there is Kamui————
A stream of heat slid down his right cheek, and a sharp pain came from his right eye.
He was stunned for a moment, raised his hand to wipe the warmth on his face, and discovered that his mask had been removed at some unknown time. His only remaining left eye stared blankly at the blood on his hand.
"Kamui dimension, not a bad ability."
Minato toyed with the eyeball in his hand, holding it up to the moonlight to examine it closely: "It's truly ironic that such a powerful Mangekyō appeared on a piece of trash who escapes from reality."
"Forgot to mention, my dōjutsu can alter a target's physical state. For instance—forcing a Sharingan to deactivate. Isn't that interesting?"
As he spoke, Minato casually tossed the eyeball to his feet and then, with a sharp pop, stomped it into oblivion.
Seeing the look of disbelief on Obito's face, Minato let out a light chuckle.
"What are you thinking about, Obito? Looking at you like that, one would think Rin's body was in the Kamui dimension."
"!!!"
Obito, who had been dazed by the loss of his eye, flew into a rage upon hearing Minato's words.
He snapped his head up to glare at Minato, murderous intent flooding his remaining left eye, its three-tomoe swirling in blood-red!
"Go to—hell!"
He lunged at Minato, a sharp wooden spike protruding from his palm.
In the next instant, however, Minato turned nimbly and delivered a kick, landing squarely in Obito's stomach and sending him flying.
Bang!
Like a cannonball, Obito slammed into the rooftop water tank, embedding himself in it.
As the tank ruptured, Obito was drenched, slumped against it in a pathetic, wretched state.
"You look pretty pathetic. What's the matter? Can't you fight anymore without Kamui?"
Minato strolled over to Obito, crouching down with a light chuckle before reaching out to pat Obito's cheek.
"Falling into paranoia because of personal misfortune, attempting to drag the entire world into the abyss, all while using the 'Eye of the Moon' as a banner to recklessly attack your own family and friends. What's the matter? Does Konoha owe you something? Or does the Uchiha clan owe you?"
"I remember you were raised by your grandmother, but you surely aren't naive enough to think you could have grown up healthy and well-provided for solely because of an old woman, are you? Come to think of it, you didn't seem very sad when she died either."
Whoosh—
Minato's hand, patting Obito's cheek, grew firmer, slapping repeatedly without the slightest concern for the ferocious glare he received.
Swish—
A sharp branch pierced through Minato's throat, but it only sparked a few motes of golden light.
"How regrettable. Physical attacks are useless against me. What do you think? Does it give you a sense of déjà vu?"
Minato grabbed Obito's arm without haste, his terrifying monstrous strength instantly erupting as he brutally snapped Obito's arm at a ninety-degree angle!
The stark white bone pierced through the skin and flesh, looking gruesome and terrifying.
Yet, Obito didn't make a single sound, continuing to stare fixedly at Minato, the resentment in his eyes almost solidifying.
"Don't look at me like that—"
With the water tank smashed, Obito was instantly drenched like a drowned rat, leaning against the tank in a disheveled state.
"You look so dejected. What's wrong? Can't even fight without Kamui?"
Minato looked at Obito with profound meaning: "To deal with an evildoer, one must be even more evil. The me in this world probably wouldn't teach you such a lesson, but that's alright. It's not too late to learn it now; I am, after all, technically your teacher."
Minato looked at Obito meaningfully: "To deal with an evildoer, you must be even more evil than he is. The me of this world probably wouldn't teach you such a principle, but that's alright. It's not too late to learn it now. I can, at the very least, count myself as your teacher."
Seeing the meaningful look in Minato's eyes, Obito had a faint, ominous premonition.
"What are you trying to do?"
"Hmm." Minato pretended to ponder. "You might not believe it, but my Dōjutsu has the ability to resurrect the dead. It's just that the cost is very high, and coupled with the fact that I've always protected the people around me well, I've never used it."
As the words fell, Obito's heart convulsed violently for a moment.
"Given that you are the first existence to make me feel the urge to kill, I've decided to give you a reward—resurrecting Nohara Rin."
A playful smile tugged at the corner of Minato's mouth. He leaned down, drew close to Obito's ear, and whispered:
"It just so happens that my other Dōjutsu can alter one's physical state~"
"Aaaaaah!!!! Die!!!!"
Following Minato's words, Obito's shrill roar echoed through the night sky.
Like a madman, he frantically attacked Minato with his only remaining hand.
Minato remained in his elemental state, standing calmly in place.
"Why are you so agitated?"
Minato watched Obito in his maddened state, a smile curling on his lips as he uttered the most soul-crushing sentence of the night.
"You already knew this, didn't you? —Rin doesn't like you anyway."
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