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Obito had safely retreated. Only then did Tobi release his grip on Sasuke's ankle.
With Magnet Release, Sasuke recalled the Kusanagi Sword he'd thrown. He was ready to send Tobi to his final rest.
Facing the descending blade, Tobi, however, spoke up, unhurried. "Can I… ask you a question?"
Sasuke paused. He thought of Tobi's desperate move to shield his comrade earlier. He'd grant this last request. "Ask. If I can answer, I will."
Drip. Drip.
In the rain, Tobi's empty, dark eye sockets stared straight at Sasuke. "Really?" he murmured.
Sasuke nodded.
Tobi leaned in, his voice a weird, hushed whisper. "So… what's it feel like? The… urge. To poop."
"…What?" Sasuke stared. He scrutinized that bizarre, faceless head. Deep in those black voids was nothing but pure, unadulterated curiosity.
He was… completely serious.
Slowly, Sasuke lowered his sword. He thought for a moment, then spoke with grave solemnity. "Sometimes a heavy pressure with no release. Sometimes a sudden, undeniable call. A nuisance when it arrives. A relief when it departs. The cycle of the harvest. The origin of life itself."
"…" Tobi listened intently. He fell into deep, prolonged contemplation.
Sasuke raised an eyebrow. "Can I kill you now?"
"Thank you," Tobi said, his voice sincere. "You've resolved a mystery that has plagued me for years. Proceed."
Shing! Sasuke raised the Kusanagi Sword again!
Whoosh!
A spiral vortex appeared.
"Sasuke-kun. Hold."
Sasuke lowered the blade once more.
Orochimaru approached, Kabuto at his side. His slitted eyes fixed on Tobi with keen interest. "Tobi… I never thought I'd have the chance to capture you alive."
"Tobi…"
The familiar name made Sasuke pause. He recalled from his past life that 'Tobi' was what the White Zetsu called Obito. So, this is the name of the special White Zetsu in front of me.
Orochimaru's expression turned serious. "Sasuke-kun. This Tobi is a child of the Demonic Statue. Its combat abilities and utility far surpass other White Zetsu. A precious specimen I failed to acquire back in the day. Could you spare it?"
If Orochimaru asked, there was nothing more to say.
Sasuke sheathed his sword. "If it's useful to you, keep it."
Without waiting for an order, Kabuto summoned a white snake. It swallowed the bisected Tobi whole.
Orochimaru knelt, carefully collecting drops of life essence that had leaked from the wounded being.
"This is useful?" Sasuke asked.
"Extremely." Orochimaru offered no further details.
Sasuke was curious but didn't press. He turned his gaze southwest, toward the Land of Rain. "Nagato's side… it's started, hasn't it?"
"Mmm. As expected," Orochimaru said, a faint smile touching his lips. "The outcome should be decided soon."
…
Deep night. The Land of Rain. A ruined landscape, rivaling the Valley of the End from days past.
Naraku was pinned, his body skewered by black rods, suppressed within the Asura Field—Nagato's newest Asura Path sealing weapon. It took the form of a massive U-shaped rail embedded in the earth, the target trapped inside its curve.
The Asura Field continuously emitted a force field—like the Deva Path's power—for physical suppression. Its Preta Path function drained the target's chakra. And it amplified the Six Paths Technique, empowering the black rods with even greater control. A trinity of effects, its sealing power rivaling the Sage Art: Gate of the Great God.
From within the field, Naraku offered genuine praise. "Honestly, Nagato. To develop the Rinnegan to this extent, when it was never truly yours… you've surprised me. Unlike that waste of space Obito, you have real potential. Why not become my ally?"
Nagato's face remained an impassive mask. "A prisoner, yet you cling to the demeanor of a ruler. Uchiha Madara. Should I mock you, or admire your audacity?"
"Ha… hahahahaha!"
Naraku threw his head back and laughed. "A futile hope, perhaps. But it's only human to wish to recruit those you admire, no? I said something similar to Itachi…"
"You are in no position to recruit anyone," Nagato stated coldly.
"And how do you intend to evict me from this vessel?" Naraku challenged.
Clap!
Nagato pressed his palms together.
—Naraka Path!
BOOM!
Purple flames roared, coalescing into the form of the King of Hell.
"Two souls reside in that body. I will simply peel yours away. Naruto's consciousness will return naturally. And he will, of course, inherit your chakra."
Naraku's eyes narrowed. "You little brat… you're more cunning than you look."
Naraku remained calm. But Izuna, watching from a distance, was frantic—a trapped ant on a hot skillet!
"I must save my brother!!!"
Once again, Black Zetsu moved to block him.
"Kuro! Why do you stop me again?!"
Black Zetsu's voice was calm, persuasive. "Lord Madara does not wish for anyone to interfere. Have you forgotten?"
Izuna snarled. "This is no time for your rigid obedience! He is in genuine danger! I know he values his pride—he can punish me later! Now, get out of my way!!!"
Ah, such touching fraternal devotion, Black Zetsu thought. But I can't let you ruin this.
"Lord Izuna," Black Zetsu said, voice laced with feigned concern. "I understand. But I have followed Lord Madara longer than you. I know him better. The look he wears now… it is not the look of a man who is truly out of options."
Izuna froze. "You mean… he still has a plan?"
Black Zetsu's form seemed to smile. "I believe so…"
Nagato advanced, the King of Hell looming behind him, reaching for the Asura Field.
Inside the field, Naraku slowly lifted his gaze.
HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!
Suddenly—Nagato's steps halted. An immense, inexplicable surge of chakra erupted within his own body!
"What… is this?!"
Naraku's voice was an eerie whisper. "The Six Paths Technique… I created it. Did you truly believe a mere imitation could hold me?"
Nagato's mind raced. Reverse interference through the black rods? No! The Preta Path function should prevent him from gathering chakra!
Naraku revealed the truth. "Not interference. Reflection. Through the link our Rinnegan share, I am forcing the Six Paths Technique you cast on me… back onto you."
BOOM!
The King of Hell vanished in a puff of purple smoke.
Nagato dropped to one knee. "No! I can't maintain the field…!!!"
CRACK! CRACK-CRACK!
The Asura Field shattered.
Naraku stood. He walked forward, a study in cold indifference.
During the tug-of-war with the Nine-Tails, Minato forcibly severed three-tenths of the Black Cursed Seal's power, binding it to Naruto.
This State Three… is the limit of what my own Black Cursed Seal can achieve. To go further…
CRUNCH.
Naraku stopped before the kneeling Nagato. His hand shot forward, fingers plunging mercilessly into the other's chest.
—"Nagato. That pure, potent Uzumaki chakra of yours… I, Uchiha Madara, will be taking it."
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