Tempest

This sudden turn of events shook Obito to his core.

And at that moment, from high above, the air was filled with the fluttering noise of birds falling from the sky. Startled by earlier explosions, they plummeted to the ground—

—but their bodies had changed.

Their heads had become enormous snail shells. Damp, glistening mollusks crawled out from inside the shells, and even as they hit the dirt, they began dragging themselves toward Obito, as if pulled by an unseen instinct.

A shiver crawled down his spine.

Obito's mind screamed one thing: don't let them touch me.

If they reached him, he was certain—he'd completely become a snail too.

Just realizing he had this thought was enough to terrify him.

He quickly weaved hand seals—again, again, faster. Genjutsu dispel techniques, chakra control pulses, everything he had. But his legs continued morphing, slimy and slow, the flesh rearranging itself into gastropod form.

His body was slowing down, muscles thickening with fluid, skin softening into mucus.

This wasn't an illusion. He could feel it.

And that's what scared him most.

He had the Mangekyō Sharingan. This couldn't be Genjutsu. And yet…

How was this happening?

His eyes darted to the rainbows, to the mutated birds, to the unnatural pressure in the air.

A terrifying realization dawned: this had to be a jutsu—a reality-altering ninjutsu triggered by Kujo Ishiki.

But no matter how much chakra he surged, no matter how many techniques he deployed, his transformation didn't stop.

Desperate, while his hands were still intact, Obito wove three more hand seals: Rabbit, Boar, Goat—each one meaning more than just chakra manipulation.

Back in the chaos of battle, the moment Ishiki killed the Iwa shinobi and seized the Saint's Right Eye, a voice echoed in his mind:

[This month's Stand Draw: Weather Report. Replace current Stand?]

He didn't hesitate. How could he?

Weather Report.

The Stand that possessed the power to extinguish all life. A true god-tier ability.

And just as he accepted the change, Obito reappeared before him—but Weather Report's power was already awakening.

The rainbows. The atmosphere. The air itself was transforming.

The winds carried Ishiki backward, fire igniting in his wake as atmospheric hydrogen and volatile gases combusted midair.

No hand signs. No scrolls.

Just oxygen, hydrogen, and friction.

Flames exploded in all directions, while compressed air pressure walls wrapped around Ishiki, forming an airtight defense that would crush any incoming attack.

Obito lunged—

—and missed.

He phased, Kamui activating just in time to let the fire pass through him. But even then, he hadn't expected this much power.

Ishiki didn't care. He had already figured it out.

That grab wasn't a strike—it was an attempt to suck him into Kamui.

Had Obito been using the eye that Kakashi now possessed, he wouldn't have needed to be this close. But he wasn't.

Which meant: Ishiki still had the advantage.

And now, Weather Report's ultimate ability was triggering.

The sign was unmistakable: those rainbows in the sky, the spiraling pressure changes, the atmospheric shifts—

It was Heavy Weather.

The ability that rewrote perception through ultraviolet manipulation and ozone layer disruption, distorting the refractive index of sunlight. It embedded subconscious commands into any creature that saw the light.

Anyone affected would begin to believe—not just mentally, but physically—that they were a snail.

Except for Ishiki.

Only he was immune. Him—and the blind.

Touching rainbows, touching snails, those things merely accelerated the transformation. But the curse had already begun long before that.

The moment Obito laid eyes on the rainbow, his mind was branded.

And now it was only a matter of time.

The stronger the spirit, the longer the resistance—but in the end, all would succumb.

Obito? Strong-willed?

No. Ishiki didn't believe that.

He saw nothing but a deluded, broken idealist, a boy stuck in grief and denial. Not a man of steel.

Maybe his Sharingan would offer resistance—but it clearly wasn't enough.

Obito's legs were turning to slugs. That was proof enough.

Ishiki intensified the flames, pouring pressure into the zone, forcing Obito to remain intangible, unable to solidify long enough to use Kamui. The fire was a constant punishment, and Heavy Weather would do the rest.

Once Obito fully transformed, his death would be absolute.

Whether this would shatter the canon timeline or not? Ishiki no longer cared.

He wasn't weak anymore. He didn't fear butterflies flapping their wings.

He was the storm.

As for Obito—

He'd completed those three seals.

And Ishiki knew exactly what that meant.

Izanagi.

A forbidden Uchiha technique. A reset button. The ability to rewrite death.

But unless Obito sacrificed his Kamui eye… even if he used Izanagi now, he'd only reset back to the moment of the curse.

Heavy Weather would mark him again.

There would be no escape.

Ishiki only had one task left: don't let him get away.

The clouds above swelled, darker and heavier. Thunder roared. Balls of lightning danced through the sky.

A storm sea of lightning had formed across the entire battlefield.

Obito could appear anywhere—but the moment he did?

The storm would strike.