Capítulo 34: Shisui And Itachi VS Obito 2
A deep gouge appeared in the ground where Obito had stood. He was gone—vanished into the shadows.
The forest fell silent. The only sound was the rustle of leaves and the warriors' controlled breathing.
"He's using the terrain to his advantage," Itachi whispered. "We need to flush him out."
Shisui's eyes scanned the darkness. "Stay sharp. He could be anywhere."
A whisper of movement—a flicker in the shadows.
"Behind!" Itachi spun, hurling a kunai into the darkness. It embedded itself in a tree trunk, empty.
Suddenly, Obito materialized beside Itachi, his hand reaching for Itachi's neck. Before he could land the blow, Shisui was there, his blade intercepting Obito's arm.
Metal clashed, sparks flying. Obito's Sharingan glowed ominously as he pushed back.
"You're persistent. I'll give you that."
Shisui's eyes burned with determination. "We won't let you win."
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tachi formed a plan in his mind, a risky gambit that relied on perfect timing. He signaled subtly to Shisui, who nodded in understanding.
They split, moving in opposite directions. Obito's gaze flickered between them, analyzing their movements. He phased through a barrage of kunai from Itachi, his attention momentarily diverted.
That was the moment Shisui had been waiting for.
He closed the distance in an instant, his blade flashing. Obito turned, but Shisui's strike wasn't aimed at him—it was aimed at the ground beneath him.
The force of the strike sent debris flying, obscuring Obito's vision. For a split second, his Sharingan lost track of Itachi.
From the shadows, Itachi struck. A kunai grazed Obito's mask, another crack forming.
Obito's eye narrowed. "You're resourceful. But it won't be enough."
The battle raged on, each clash of steel and flicker of jutsu a testament to their unyielding resolve. But fatigue was setting in. Sweat dripped from Shisui's brow, and Itachi's breathing grew heavier.
Obito remained calm, his Sharingan unwavering. "You're fighting ghosts. Shadows. You can't win."
Shisui's eyes blazed. "We fight for more than victory. We fight for the future."
Itachi stepped forward, his voice steady. "And we'll protect it. No matter the cost."
The forest seemed to hold its breath as they faced each other, warriors bound by destiny and determination.
The air carried the scent of scorched earth and tension, each shadow whispering danger. Moonlight filtered through shattered branches, illuminating the three figures—locked in a deadly standstill, bodies tense and minds sharp.
Obito's Sharingan gleamed, scanning his adversaries. His voice, low and confident, cut through the silence. "You think determination alone will save you? I've seen countless warriors fall, all clutching to hope."
Itachi's eyes narrowed, his breath steady. "Hope is the most powerful weapon of all."
Shisui stood slightly ahead, eyes focused like a hawk's. "We'll see who falls first."
Without warning, Shisui charged. His speed was blinding, his silhouette a blur. He closed the distance in seconds, his short blade slashing in an intricate pattern. Each strike was precise, aiming for vital points. Obito phased effortlessly, his body flickering like a ghost.
But Itachi had anticipated this. As Shisui engaged Obito head-on, Itachi circled around, hands forming seals.
"Fire Release: Great Fireball Jutsu!"
A roaring sphere of flames erupted from Itachi's mouth, lighting up the night sky. The blaze surged towards Obito, who phased just in time—but Shisui was waiting. He struck the moment Obito re-materialized, the blade glancing off Obito's mask with a sharp crack.
Obito skidded back, his cloak singed, eyes flashing with irritation. "You're coordinated. But coordination won't save you."
Obito retaliated, lunging forward with his gunbai. The massive fan swung with brutal force, sending shockwaves through the air. Shisui ducked, rolling to the side as Itachi stepped in. He deflected the fan with a kunai, the impact reverberating through his arm.
The momentary clash created an opening. Shisui leaped into the air, kunai in hand. He hurled it towards Obito, followed by a barrage of shuriken, each one aimed precisely where Obito would reappear.
Obito phased, his body flickering in and out of existence. But this time, Shisui was ready. He formed a quick series of seals.
"Shadow Clone Jutsu."
Two clones materialized, each mirroring his movements. They converged on Obito from different angles, blades flashing.
For a moment, it seemed they had him. But Obito's Sharingan glowed ominously.
"Foolish."
In a blur, he phased through one clone, his Gunbai crashing down on the second, dispersing it in a puff of smoke. The real Shisui barely dodged, landing in a crouch.
Itachi's mind raced. 'We need to disrupt his phasing. Every move we make, he's one step ahead. There has to be a pattern...'
He watched Obito's movements carefully. His phasing had a rhythm—split-second delays that left him vulnerable. They needed to exploit that.
"Itachi!" Shisui called, sensing his friend's plan. "I'll draw him out."
Without waiting for a response, Shisui charged again. His movements were erratic, unpredictable—a flurry of strikes and dodges that kept Obito on the defensive.
Itachi moved silently, positioning himself strategically. He gathered chakra, his hands forming seals.
"Fire Release: Phoenix Sage Fire Jutsu."
Small fireballs shot out, each one following a different trajectory. They weren't aimed at Obito directly—they were aimed at the space around him.
Obito phased, avoiding the fireballs with ease. But as he re-materialized, Shisui was waiting, blade poised. This time, he didn't aim for Obito directly. He struck the ground, sending up a cloud of dust and debris.
For a split second, Obito's vision was obscured.
Itachi seized the moment. He dashed forward, kunai in hand, and struck.
The kunai grazed Obito's cloak, cutting a thin line through the fabric. It wasn't much—but it was a start.
Obito's Sharingan flared. "You're becoming a nuisance."
He raised his gunbai, chakra gathering. A powerful shockwave exploded outward, knocking both Itachi and Shisui back.
They landed hard, but were on their feet in seconds.
Obito's gaze flicked between them, calculating. "You're strong. But strength without purpose is meaningless."
Shisui wiped blood from his lip, his eyes blazing. "Our purpose is clear. We fight for Konoha's future."
Itachi stepped forward, his voice calm but firm. "And we'll protect it. No matter the cost."
Obito's mask hid his expression, but his Sharingan spun faster. "Then let's end this."
The air crackled with tension as the three warriors faced off once more. The battle was far from over—and the stakes had never been higher.
The clash of blades, the roar of jutsu, and the unbreakable will of warriors—each moment bringing them closer to the truth.
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