Chapter 27 - 27: Kamui’s Weakness
Zeldris's voice faded, sharp and cool like the edge of a blade. But Obito just scoffed—low, disdainful, like he was bored of this already.
"Sure," he muttered. "If you can even touch me... then we'll talk."
He didn't bother hiding the smirk tugging at his lips. Confident. Calculated.
Then, like he was ordering a side dish, he added:
"If you lose, though... you and your creepy puppet friend are coming with me. Full-time. You'll both wear the cloak."
His eyes flicked toward Sasori.
The Akatsuki still needed bodies. Power. Pawns.
And Zeldris? Zeldris wasn't a pawn. He was a dragon in a room full of mice. Which meant either he joined...
Or got removed.
Sasori's eyes narrowed beneath his cowl.
So he really is working with that woman... Just my luck. Another lunatic with delusions of godhood.
Zeldris, meanwhile, just chuckled.
Not fake bravado. Not nervous. Just amused.
"Oh? So when talking fails, you threaten violence. Cute. You ask all your recruits this nicely?"
Obito didn't rise to the bait. But inside, he was already done playing.
If he refuses... I erase him.
Simple.
Efficient.
Before long, Zeldris would be too dangerous to contain.
His strength... was unnatural.
Unacceptable.
So Obito watched carefully—his Sharingan spinning, drinking in every breath, every twitch.
Zeldris hadn't revealed the full extent of his power yet. And fighting the unknown?
That was suicide.
Obito wasn't stupid.
His Mangekyō was active. Kamui's spatial distortion warped around him in a soft shimmer—just barely visible to those who knew what to look for.
His ace. His insurance policy.
Intangibility.
Attacks? Pointless.
Explosions? Waste of time.
He wasn't there when you hit him. He was already somewhere else.
Of course, there was a catch—five-minute limit per use. Still, five minutes of untouchable was usually all he needed.
Zeldris wasn't Minato. Wasn't the Yellow Flash.
At least... Obito hoped he wasn't.
Meanwhile, Zeldris was doing math in his head.
Kamui. Five-minute phasing limit. Makes his body untouchable unless he wants to hit you. Then he has to go solid...
He flexed his fingers. The white glow pulsed across his knuckles, steady and eerie.
A smirk tugged at his mouth.
Then the trick's simple:
Make him attack.
Zeldris didn't even need five minutes.
He just needed one mistake.
Sasori watched from the sideline like a guy who bought front row seats and suddenly realized this was a horror movie.
They haven't moved in over a minute. What are they doing? Mind dueling? Psychic checkers?
And then—BAM.
Zeldris was gone.
Just gone.
Obito barely twitched—he'd seen fast before. Minato had been fast. But this?
This was...
illegal.
Zeldris reappeared right in front of him, fist cocked back, glowing bright with that strange white pressure.
Obito didn't move.
Didn't flinch.
Why would he?
He phased.
The punch went right through.
As expected.
But Obito wasn't just defense.
His hand lashed out, faster than most could blink, grabbing Zeldris's wrist.
A hard, cold grip.
"You charged straight in," he muttered. "Cocky move."
His fingers tightened.
"And now... it's over."
Kamui activated. A swirling spiral of space bloomed into existence, dragging at Zeldris's body like gravity gone rabid.
Sasori's eyes widened.
He's pulling him in. Like a human vacuum cleaner.
But Zeldris didn't panic.
Didn't even look surprised.
Instead, a quiet voice slipped behind Obito's ear.
"You didn't really think I came unprepared... did you?"
Obito froze.
His eyes darted forward—
POOF.
The "Zeldris" in his grip burst into smoke.
"...A clone?"
He should've known. Classic misdirection.
But no time to curse.
Because now the real Zeldris was behind him.
And his fist?
That glowing, radiant punch?
Already swinging.
Obito's instincts flared. He phased.
Or tried to.
Nothing happened.
Wait—wait, wait, wait—
Again.
Nothing.
No shift. No warp. No Kamui.
He was solid.
Too solid.
His Sharingan twitched.
What...?
Kamui's not working...
Behind the mask, his heart skipped a beat. Just one.
But it was enough.
Zeldris's voice came in low.
"Here's the thing about punching the fabric of reality: sometimes, it punches back."
Obito barely turned his head as the fist made contact—
CRACK.
The air screamed.
The sand exploded.
And Uchiha Obito learned something new that day:
Fear.
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