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#77 The Sand Will Rise!
🕑 Added 2025-03-28 16:00:20 +0000 UTCObito stood still, staring at Mufasa, who met his gaze with a smirk.
He understood now.
This mission was a waste of time.
Mufasa’s perception and illusion abilities were on par with his own.
Any hope of manipulating him, as he had done with the Fourth Mizukage, was completely out of the question.
It was time to make a swift exit.
Obito forced a chuckle. "Haha, my bad. Wrong tent. Can I leave now?"
Mufasa raised an eyebrow. "Oh? You think you can just walk away?"
Lightning crackled around his body as he shot forward, fist drawn back.
The air sizzled with raw electricity, leaving a glowing afterimage in his wake.
Obito’s right eye narrowed.
That speed—
That power—
If that punch connected, he’d be in serious trouble.
The Sharingan in his right eye spun..
Kamui: Intangibility.
In an instant, his body blurred, the space around him distorting.
Mufasa’s fist passed clean through Obito’s torso, hitting nothing but air.
The force of the punch carried him past his target, straight into the side of the tent.
The entire structure collapsed in a crackling explosion of lightning.
The flash lit up the night sky, jolting the entire ninja camp awake.
Gaara, Sasuke, and the others rushed to the scene, but before they could intervene, Mufasa’s voice rang out.
"Stay back! I’ll handle this!"
The shinobi halted, watching from a distance as their Kazekage squared off against the masked intruder.
Obito chuckled. "See? You can’t touch me, and I have no reason to hurt you. Why not just let this go?"
Anyone unfamiliar with Kamui might have been fooled by his phasing technique.
But Mufasa wasn’t just anyone.
"Can’t hit you?" he repeated, cracking his knuckles. "Now I have to try."
Lightning surged through his body once more as he launched another assault.
His strikes were impossibly fast, each one precise and devastating.
But no matter how powerful the attack, it passed harmlessly through Obito’s intangible form.
Gaara and Sasuke watched in shock.
"Who is this guy?" Sasuke muttered. "What kind of jutsu lets him let attacks phase through him like that?"
The other shinobi murmured amongst themselves, realizing this wasn’t an ordinary enemy.
Obito let out an amused sigh. "I told you, Kazekage, this is pointless. Just let me go. I didn’t even do anything."
Mufasa, still smirking, crossed his arms. "Oh, but you did do something."
Obito tilted his head. "Oh? And what’s that?"
Mufasa gestured toward the wreckage of his tent. "You broke my tent. Now you have to pay for it."
Obito chuckled, arms crossed, his single visible eye glinting with amusement. "Alright, fine. I'll pay up. A hundred thousand should cover it, yeah?"
Mufasa wagged a finger. "Tsk, tsk. Not even close."
Obito raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
"You didn’t just wreck my tent," Mufasa continued. "You interrupted my well-deserved sleep. That’s emotional damage. Psychological distress. Compensation needs to be higher."
Obito snorted. "Sorry, Kazekage, but I’m fresh out of more cash. One hundred thousand or nothing. Take it or leave it."
Mufasa’s smirk vanished. "Fine, then."
His body sparked with electricity. "I’ll just take it out of your hide."
Lightning surged as he rocketed forward, fist aimed straight at Obito’s face.
The attack passed right through him, his form flickering like an illusion.
Obito let out a mocking sigh. "Here we go again."
Mufasa didn’t stop. He kept attacking—fist after fist, moving in unpredictable patterns.
He zipped around Obito, vanishing and reappearing, striking from above, below, behind—yet every blow phased right through as if hitting nothing but air.
Onlookers watched in disbelief.
"What’s Kazekage-sama doing?" one shinobi muttered. "He knows he can’t hit him."
"This masked guy’s jutsu is insane," another whispered. "Is he even real?"
Sasuke’s eyes narrowed.
He sensed something the others didn’t. Mufasa wasn’t just attacking aimlessly—he was setting something up.
Obito yawned dramatically. "Kazekage, I gotta admit, your speed’s impressive, but you’re just wasting your energy. You’ll never—"
Mufasa grinned. "Oh yeah? Let’s test that theory."
He clapped his hands together.
"Electromagnetic Style: Mirror Cage!"
Zzzzt!
Blinding light erupted from his body, crackling with energy.
The entire campsite flashed like a lightning storm at midnight.
Obito’s Sharingan squinted against the glare. "What—?"
When his vision cleared, his heart skipped a beat.
Surrounding him on all sides—above, below, left, right—were glowing, electrified mirrors.
Each one reflected Mufasa’s image, flickering like apparitions.
Obito frowned. "What kind of trick is this?"
Mufasa chuckled. "I’ve been busy while we fought. Every time I moved, I left an electromagnetic clone—a mirror of myself."
Obito’s muscles tensed. "Tch..."
"Your intangibility is an incredible ability," Mufasa admitted. "No matter how fast or strong I am, my attacks won’t connect. But that made me wonder…
If you were truly untouchable, why would you ever need to run or hide? Why not just stand your ground and fight me head-on?"
Obito’s expression darkened. "..."
Mufasa raised a finger. "I figured something out. If I keep attacking you non-stop, without any breaks, then eventually..."
He raised another finger. "One minute?"
A second. "Two minutes?"
Sweat formed on Obito’s forehead.
This guy... figured it out already?!
Mufasa’s grin widened. "Your power has a limit, doesn’t it? There’s a point where you have to become solid again. And when that moment comes..."
He cracked his knuckles. "I’ll be ready."
Obito clenched his fists. "You’re bluffing."
Mufasa tilted his head. "Am I?"
Lightning crackled as his body tensed.
"This technique borrows from the principles of Flying Thunder God and Eight Trigrams Rotation. The difference is, my method is a little... crude."
He gestured at the mirrors.
"These ten electromagnetic panels reflect and accelerate my movement every time I pass through them. Like an electron bouncing between nodes, my speed keeps increasing." His voice dropped to a taunting whisper.
"And in this space, as long as my body holds up, my fists can approach the speed of light."
Obito’s stomach twisted.
"And the downside?" Mufasa continued.
"After using this, my body’s gonna be screaming in pain." His voice turned razor-sharp. "So you better make it worth it."
Electricity roared around him as he disappeared into a blur.
Obito’s Sharingan darted wildly, trying to track him. "Wha—"
"God—"
CRACK!
A deafening boom split the air.
"—speed!"
Too fast.
Too powerful.
His body locked up.
This was bad.
Really, really bad.
