Chapter 484: Kill!

After seeing Obito's Sharingan clearly, Kakashi felt an overwhelming presence emanating from his teammate—a presence he had never felt before.

It left Kakashi momentarily dazed.

Is this really the Obito I know?

"Stop spacing out! Take Rin to the medical ninjas for treatment, now!" Obito's sharp tone snapped Kakashi back to reality.

"Um! Got it!"

Kakashi immediately responded, instinctively obeying. Though he had always regarded Obito as clumsy and naive, something in his comrade's voice unsettled him—a newfound authority, sharp and commanding.

Without hesitation, Kakashi picked Rin up, her blood staining his arms. His heart wavered as he glanced back at Obito, now radiating hostility.

Who is this person standing there? Kakashi wondered before vanishing into the chaos to ensure Rin's safety.

As Kakashi disappeared into the fray, Obito stepped forward, his scarlet Sharingan eyes glinting in the dim light. Reaching down, he picked up Kakashi's fallen blade, its weight balanced perfectly in his hand.

The reflection of his crimson Sharingan in the blade was unrelenting, his gaze locked on the Sand Ninja Jonin standing before him. His voice, cold and devoid of hesitation, cut through the battlefield like a blade itself.

"You dare to lay your hand on Rin, you must die."

The jonin, already on edge from his injuries, stiffened as he met Obito's eyes.

"Two magatama Sharingan?" he muttered, his voice betraying a mix of shock and dread.

Obito's crimson pupils spun with two magatama, an unusual sight for a newly awakened Sharingan. Traditionally, Uchiha awakened their Sharingan with a single magatama, progressing through stages of development. But Obito's Sharingan had bypassed that entirely, opening with two magatama—a phenomenon unheard of in the history of the Uchiha clan.

The jonin clenched his fists, trying to suppress his unease. He knew he wasn't in optimal condition, having already been injured in his earlier clash with Kakashi. But he was still a jonin, and this boy was just a genin—albeit an unusual one.

Swish!

Without warning, Obito moved, his body a blur of black light as he rushed toward his opponent.

The jonin's instincts kicked in. Knowing he couldn't match Obito's speed head-on, he turned and darted toward the larger concentration of allied forces.

With over 4,000 ninjas from the three-nation alliance against Konoha's 2,000, the battlefield was segmented into clusters of intense combat. If he could reach his comrades, he would be safe.

Obito halted mid-charge, his expression growing darker. His hands tightened around the short blade as his Sharingan spun faster. He knew that if the jonin reached the allied forces, killing him would become nearly impossible.

Anyone who hurts Rin must die!

The mantra echoed in his mind, fueling his rage and sharpening his focus.

Obito's eyes flickered as fragments of his training under Minato resurfaced—his teacher's movements, the unmatched speed of the Body Flicker Technique, and the principles behind it.

In his rage, Obito's mind worked at an accelerated pace, piecing together the concepts that had always eluded him.

"Instant Step!"

The words slipped from his lips as his chakra surged. His speed, already impressive, suddenly increased.

Swish!

In an instant, Obito appeared directly in front of the fleeing jonin, cutting off his escape.

The jonin's eyes widened in disbelief. Obito's sudden appearance caught him off guard, but the boy's inability to fully control the technique left him momentarily disoriented.

"Get lost!"

The jonin swung his kunai, aiming for Obito's vitals.

As the attack closed in, Obito's Sharingan spun rapidly. Time seemed to slow, and the jonin's movements became clear, almost predictable.

With precision born of instinct and the Sharingan's power, Obito struck the joint of the jonin's elbow, redirecting the kunai's trajectory. The blade grazed past Obito's side, barely missing its mark.

Obito's body moved fluidly. In a single motion, he spun around and drove his foot into the jonin's chin.

"Bang!"

The jonin stumbled backward, his eyes filled with shock.

How did this kid become so fast?

Obito steadied himself, his breath measured and controlled. He glanced down at his hands, the sensations of his newfound abilities sinking in.

So this is the power of the Sharingan.

His vision had changed. The flow of chakra, the slightest muscle movements of his opponent—everything was visible, giving him an advantage he had never known before.

But there was no time for reflection. Obito's gaze snapped back to the jonin, who, though shaken, remained dangerous.

"Ding ding!"

The sound of clashing blades filled the air as Obito and the jonin exchanged blows.

Despite his newfound power, Obito's physical skills were still raw. However, his Sharingan compensated, allowing him to identify weaknesses in his opponent's attacks and exploit them with increasing precision.

Each clash pushed the jonin further into a corner. Obito's strikes grew sharper, his confidence building with every exchange.

"Puff!"

The turning point came when Obito spotted a critical opening. His blade cut through the jonin's shoulder, severing half of the arm that wielded his kunai.

"Ahhh!"

The jonin's scream echoed across the battlefield as blood poured from the wound.

"Die!"

Obito's voice, filled with unrelenting fury, signaled the end. His blade moved in a blur, slicing through the jonin's neck.

Blood sprayed across Obito's face and weapon, the crimson staining his expression of cold, focused rage.

The jonin's lifeless body crumpled to the ground, his head rolling a few feet away.

Obito stood over the corpse, his breath heavy but steady. His Sharingan glowed ominously, the spinning magatama reflecting the bloodied battlefield around him.

At that moment, Obito wasn't just a ninja. He was vengeance incarnate, his emotions fueling his strength in a way that transformed him forever.

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