Chapter 9:Chapter 9 Clash of the Sharingan

Kaito raised his eyebrows, a smirk playing on his lips as he mocked Obito, "Why would the famed Ghost of the Uchiha (Madara) consider running away like a lost dog?" His tone dripped with sarcasm, deliberately emphasizing 'Uchiha Madara' to hit a nerve. Obito's mouth twitched beneath his half-mask, his expression hidden from view.

Contemplating an escape route, Obito mentally calculated, "My Izanagi can last for 7 minutes. During this time, I can use its 'immortality' to handle Kaito. If I can't find a solution by then, it's not too late to retreat." He gripped the scythe tightly in both hands, eyeing Kaito vigilantly.

The battlefield was fraught with tension. The ground beneath them was scarred and littered with debris from their earlier clash, a testament to the destructive power of their jutsu. Smoke and dust hung in the air, swirling around them like a shroud.

Snorting coldly, Obito retorted, "I admit your strength is beyond expectations, but that doesn't give you the right to be arrogant in front of me!"

In response, Kaito shrugged nonchalantly, his Sharingan spinning into action. "If that's the case, then I'll continue playing with you!" With a flicker of chakra, he activated his Mangekyo Sharingan, no longer hiding his abilities. The crimson glow of his eyes illuminated the tension between them.

"This is...!" Obito's eyes widened in surprise. He had not expected Kaito to reveal his Mangekyo Sharingan so easily. "So the time-space ninjutsu you used earlier is the visual technique that comes with your Mangekyo Sharingan, right?"

Kaito couldn't help but smile, his eyes narrowing with determination. "Even if you know about them, you can't do anything about it." His voice was confident, echoing across the battlefield.

Obito's wariness grew. He knew that, in addition to Susanoo, Kaito possessed two powerful visual techniques. The stakes were high, and one wrong move could cost him dearly.

The wind whispered through the trees, a haunting soundtrack to their deadly dance. The moon cast an eerie glow over the battlefield, adding to the tense atmosphere.