Chapter 101

Puchi!

The real touch came through, but it caused Ishihara's expression to shift slightly.

He actually managed to land an attack on Obito that easily?

He looked up at Obito.

He saw Obito looking back at him with a savage grin.

Then his body vanished on the spot and reappeared not far away.

"Izanagi?"

Ishihara was somewhat surprised.

"That's right. Thanks to this jutsu, I finally figured out the secret behind your space-time ninjutsu!"

Obito wore a smile on his face, but in his heart he felt a measure of relief.

Fortunately, he had been cautious enough to test things out first; otherwise, if he had been attacked completely unprepared, he would have been done for!

Ishihara said nothing, watching him calmly.

Obito sneered coldly:

"To activate a space-time ninjutsu, you need a coordinate!"

"But there's nothing on my body like a Flying Thunder God mark. The only two things connecting me to you are the chakra you left inside my wound!"

"So your space-time ninjutsu can only use your own chakra as the coordinate for spatial positioning!"

"I'm not wrong, am I!"

Hearing this, Ishihara, however, knit his brows.

Obito's heart skipped a beat—had he guessed wrong?

He hadn't expected Ishihara to frown and say:

"You went through all that trouble—summoning that white fellow, jumping into the Three-Tails' mouth, using Izanagi—just for this?"

He was somewhat speechless.

With such a grand production, he had thought Obito was holding back some big move.

And the result was... this?

Obito's face instantly darkened.

His heart was filled with awkwardness and fury!

The operation he had been so proud of didn't seem all that worthy of pride?!

Ishihara continued, asking: "So what now, you're going to run away?"

What the hell!!!

Obito was so frustrated he nearly spat blood, glaring at Ishihara with fire in his eyes, wishing he could kill him with his gaze alone.

He had clearly planned it out—next was to escape.

But now that Ishihara had said it out loud, if he just ran away like that, wouldn't it be far too embarrassing, far too shameful!

Yet asking him to stay and risk his life was something he was even less willing to do.

So, between losing face and losing his life, Obito hesitated for a moment and chose to lose face.

He stared coldly at Ishihara, fierce on the outside but cowardly within, and said:

"This time I lost the initiative. Next time, once I'm prepared, I absolutely won't let you off!"

As his words fell, he raised his blade and used a kunai to slash at the arm Ishihara had just severed, cutting off another section.

Then, under Ishihara's surprised gaze, Obito directly placed his hand on his own neck and gave it a vicious wrench.

Puchi!!!

The chunk of flesh and blood containing Ishihara's tiny trace of chakra was forcibly torn off by him.

The scene was utterly bloody.

Obito's face was cold and ruthless, as if he couldn't feel the pain at all, and he said viciously:

"Next time we meet, the ending definitely won't be like today's!"

Ishihara's expression chilled slightly.

He truly could no longer sense his own chakra on Obito.

But seeing Obito getting a bit carried away, he couldn't help but sneer coldly:

"Then for next time, you'd better be prepared for me to develop a new secret technique!"

Obito's expression stiffened. He gave Ishihara a deep look, then turned and ran toward the Three-Tails' esophagus.

That place contained the Three-Tails' own subspace, its interior intricate and complex.

Not only could it block Ishihara's line of sight, it could also buy him the time he needed to activate Kamui and suck his body into the Kamui dimension.

And Ishihara, who understood this, didn't give chase either—the odds of catching up were too slim.