This ninja in Naruto is unscientific

Chapter 367 Obito VS Sasori

Nishikawa Tetsu stood on the high platform, holding a microphone in his hand. His voice penetrated the amplification barrier and spread to tens of thousands of people in the stands.

"Ladies and gentlemen! After the thrilling martial arts duel in the last match, we are now about to begin the second match of the semi-finals!"

"Obito Uchiha of Konoha versus Sasori of Konoha!"

Obito Uchiha strode onto the arena, raised his thumb, rubbed it vigorously on the tip of his nose, then raised his arm, pointing his fingertips straight at the entrance opposite.

His chin was raised, and a smug smile spread across his face.

"Whether it's a puppet or some kind of metal lump, it will all turn into a pile of scrap metal in front of my Sharingan!"

Obito's voice echoed across the empty arena.

"Just watch, the future Hokage is going to win this!"

From the front row of the stands, Rin Nohara cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted, "Obito, do your best!"

Sitting next to him, Kakashi Hatake silently turned his head to one side, pulled his mask up with his half-finger gloved hand, and said, "Idiot."

Beside the daimyo, Uchiha Fugaku crossed his arms in front of his chest, his back ramrod straight.

His usually serious face was expressionless, but his gaze followed Obito's figure, and his fingers, resting on his knees, tapped the fabric slightly.

However, if Nishikawa Tetsuya, who knows him well, saw Fugaku's expression, he would definitely know that the guy was sulking.

"This kid just can't seem to learn what composure is. He has no memory at all. I'll definitely give him extra training after the exam," a police sergeant thought to himself.

In the passageway opposite, Scorpion walked steadily onto the ring with his hands in his large pockets.

His lifeless eyes stared at Obito, not uttering a single unnecessary gesture in response to the provocative words.

The examiner, Sakumo Hatake, stood between the two, holding a short sword. He glanced at Obito, then at Sasori.

"Both sides are in position."

"The match begins!"

The moment he finished speaking, Obito's playful smile vanished without a trace.

A crimson light shone in his eye sockets, and three black tomoe spun rapidly.

Chakra erupted beneath his feet, and he transformed into a black afterimage, heading straight for Sasori's face.

Having watched Sasori's previous matches, Obito knew very well that when dealing with a puppeteer, one must never give the opponent the opportunity to create distance and open the scroll; one must immediately apply close-range pressure.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

During the sprint, Obito raised both hands repeatedly, and several shuriken drew different arcs, blocking Sasori's retreat from both sides. At the same time, he quickly formed hand seals.

"Fire Release: Phoenix Flower Technique!"

Several flames clung to the tail of the shuriken, forming a dense net of flames that sealed off all the space in front of the scorpion.

Faced with the overwhelming flames, Scorpion did not retreat an inch.

An extremely faint metallic clanking came from the wide cuffs.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

A row of purple senbon (thousands of sticks) shot out from the cuffs.

The senbon flew through the air and struck Obito's shuriken with precision.

With a crisp metallic clang, the impact of the senbon not only knocked the hidden weapon away, but also pierced through the gaps in the flames, shooting unabated towards Obito's vital points.

The eerie purple light emanating from the tips of the thousand books was extremely clear in the Sharingan's vision.

Otoko's forward stride abruptly halted, his knees bent, and his body leaned backward.

A purple senbon flew past his nose and landed on the floor behind him with a soft, corroding sound.

In the half-second gap that Obito was dodging the poison needles.

"Click".

The huge scroll behind the scorpion sprang open.

The white smoke dissipated.

Ten mechanical puppets, their bodies gleaming with a cold metallic luster, were neatly arranged around Scorpion. Each puppet's arm was equipped with a miniature version of an electromagnetic cannon launcher.

Ten dark cannon muzzles were all aimed at Obito, who had just regained his footing.

In the audience, Mei Terumi's fingers gripped the edge of the seat, her knuckles turning white.

She stared intently at the ten puppets on the arena. Not long ago, she had been forced to admit defeat under this overwhelming barrage of firepower.

That kind of saturation attack, with no blind spots, is still fresh in her memory.

Hozuki An, standing next to him, shrank back, looked at the ten cannon muzzles, and swallowed hard.

Kana lost her grip on the dumpling and it fell, but luckily Shizune caught it.

"Scorpion Bro is getting serious right from the start." Kana's mouth dropped open, her big eyes blinking as she stared at the commotion on stage.

Inside the VIP section.

The Fourth Raikage, A, narrowed his single eye, his gaze sweeping over the miniature electromagnetic cannons, and a muffled snort escaped from his nose.

The Fourth Mizukage, Yagura Karatachi, picked up his teacup, gently blew away the foam, and a strange light flickered in his purple eyes.

Chiyo sat on the sofa, her hands folded on her cane, her thin lips pressed into a straight line, her gaze never leaving the red-haired boy.

"Buzz—"

Ten miniature electromagnetic guns simultaneously lit up with a dazzling blue-white light.

The scorpion's fingers twitched slightly.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

Ten beams of light intertwined to form an impenetrable network of fire, instantly covering the area where Obito was located.

"Hey, you redhead, you can't take this lying down. Why are you summoning so many puppets right off the bat?"

Obito was complaining, but his feet didn't slow down at all, frantically weaving through the gaps in the beams of light.

A beam of blue-white light grazed his clothes and struck the ground of the arena.

Obito's breathing became rapid. He concentrated his chakra in his eyes, unleashing the full power of his three-tomoe Sharingan's insight.

Amidst the dazzling light and billowing dust, he stared intently at Sasori's fingers, searching for the chakra threads.

If you manipulate ten puppets with your fingers, the distribution of chakra threads must follow a certain pattern.

found it.

Obito pulled a kunai with an explosive tag attached to it from his ninja tool pouch with his right hand. He suddenly exerted force on his wrist, and the kunai turned into a black line and was thrown into the void between the two puppets.

These machines will lose power if the chakra threads are severed.

Scorpion's eyes remained calm, and he slightly flicked his right index finger.

One of the puppets suddenly raised its arm, and the muzzle of the cannon glowed faintly.

"Sizzle—"

A thin beam of light struck the kunai in mid-air with pinpoint accuracy.

"boom!"

The explosive tags on the kunai detonated several meters away from the chakra lines, creating a cloud of smoke.

Before Obito could change tactics, the other two puppets had already used the smoke from the explosion to bypass them from both sides.

Their arms extended blades, accompanied by a shrill whistling sound as they tore through the air, aiming straight for Obito's ribs from the left and right.

"when!"

Obito drew his kunai and parried the blade on his left with a backhand. Sparks flew, and the immense force made his arm go numb.

The blade on the right was already close.

Obito had no choice but to give up his counterattack and use the force of the kunai hitting him to do a backflip.

"Bang bang bang!"

The other seven puppets had already re-locked onto his landing spot with their cannons, and beams of light followed one after another.

Obito rolled repeatedly on the ground, dodging the fatal blow.

He couldn't get close at all.

Sasori's ten puppets formed a defensive and offensive formation with no blind spots, advancing and retreating with measured movements and alternating cover fire. Every attempt by Obito to close the distance was forced back by precise fire coverage and the pincer attacks from the melee puppets.

Obito retreated all the way to the edge of the ring, his heels already on the boundary line.

He stopped, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath. Sweat streamed down his face, dripping onto the charred stone slabs.

In the center of the arena, ten mechanical puppets were arranged in an impeccable formation, their cannons emitting a faint residual heat.

Sasori stood in the very center of the puppet, his hands still in his pockets, ten chakra threads connecting his fingertips. Not a speck of dust clung to his clothes.

Obito straightened up.

He reached out and grasped the windproof goggles that were always hanging on his forehead.

He slowly pulled down his goggles.

The lenses are a deep, pure black, with no reflection whatsoever.

When the goggles fell down, they completely obscured his three-tomoe Sharingan eyes that radiated a scarlet light.

Obito's hands hung naturally at his sides, his black glasses reflecting the ten gleaming mechanical puppets in front of him.

He stretched his neck, and his joints made a cracking sound.

"I must say, your puppet is indeed quite tough."

Obito raised his chin slightly.

"However, this time I'm serious."