Koushin: Konoha’s Dragonborn[Completed]

Before Obito could complete his question, Naruto's White Susanoo moved. Its free hand reached out, touching the forehead of Obito's Susanoo where a bead-like rune was etched. A brilliant, white light began to emanate from the contact point, enveloping Obito's Susanoo. The once proud and indomitable blue hue of Obito's Susanoo began to fade, waning under the intense luminosity.

A guttural scream resonated from the Susanoo, echoing over the battlefield. The sound was human and yet not, a hybrid of a man's agony and a beast's distress. The onlookers couldn't help but flinch at the surreal manifestation of torment.

Obito, ensnared within the Susanoo, winced. He could feel his Sharingan eyes stinging, burning as if molten lava flowed through his veins. He gritted his teeth, fighting off the growing discomfort. "What is this?" he hissed through clenched jaws, his voice barely a whisper under the roaring pain.

"Begone, Evil Spirit!" Naruto roared, his voice reverberating through the battlefield. His face was a mask of resolute determination, his eyes a bright beacon of unwavering resolve.

Obito's eyes widened in alarm, his heart pounding against his rib cage. "What are you trying to pull, Naruto?!" he spat out, his tone a mixture of rage and panic.

Naruto didn't answer. His gaze remained unwavering as the purifying light from his Susanoo enveloped Obito's own. The radiance was almost blinding, a stark contrast to the darkness that previously dominated the battlefield. Then, it happened. A specter, resembling a Tengu, left Obito's forehead, eliciting gasps from the onlookers.

Obito's Susanoo, once a daunting presence on the battlefield, disappeared, its formidable energy extinguished by the overwhelming light. His Mangekyou Sharingan, the eye that had caused so much havoc, faded as well, leaving only the regular Sharingan in its wake.

Naruto watched the spectacle, his gaze hardened. In his Susanoo's right hand, the Sword of Purity was gripped tightly, its blade gleaming ominously under the divine light. He lunged forward, aiming for the spectral Tengu that was making a desperate bid for freedom.

"RRAAAH!" Naruto bellowed as he plunged the sword straight into the heart of the Tengu specter. The scene was almost surreal, the symbol of purity and light battling against the manifestation of ancient evil.

"STOP IT!" Obito roared, his Sharingan spinning wildly. He made a futile attempt to move, to reach out, but the adamantine chains held him in place. He could only watch as Naruto's Susanoo annihilated the Tengu, a piece of his power and legacy.

"Silence!" Naruto retorted, his voice cold. "Your reign of terror ends now, Obito."

Obito gritted his teeth, his left eye flickering as he attempted to warp the specter away, but he lost the ability to do so. He could only watch as Naruto's sword skewered the specter, releasing a blast of pure energy that echoed across the battlefield. The specter let out a wailing screech, a harrowing sound of pure despair and pain, before it disintegrated into wisps of smoke and light.

"Such power..." Madara mumbled from the sidelines, his Sharingan eyes reflecting the spectacle before him. He clenched his fists, the sudden feeling of dread and uncertainty stirring within him. He could see it now, the tides of battle were turning.

Obito, on the other hand, was reeling from the sudden loss. His eyes, the eyes that had once made him nearly invincible, was reduced to its basic form. He could feel his strength waning, his control over the battlefield slipping. His breaths came out ragged, his body slick with cold sweat.

The effect of Naruto's Adamantine Sealing Chains was more profound than anyone, including Naruto himself, had anticipated. The radiant chains not only immobilized Obito's formidable Susanoo but also acted as a catalyst that released him from Itachi's Kotoamatsukami control, the most potent genjutsu of the Uchiha clan.

The realization struck Obito like a thunderbolt. He could feel his own thoughts and emotions returning to him in a rush. Memories flooded his mind, images of a past life that had been twisted and manipulated for another's gain.

His grip tightened on the chains, his knuckles turning white. It wasn't just his body that had been freed from Itachi's genjutsu, it was his mind as well, the very essence of who he was.

Obito's heart pounded in his chest, the beat echoing in his ears like a drum of war. Each heartbeat was a pulse of realization, a moment of truth that was gradually taking root. His identity, his emotions, even his precious Mangekyou Sharingan, had all been part of Madara's intricate, despicable plan. He had been nothing but a puppet in a grand play.

His mind replayed the time when Madara, newly resurrected, arrogantly disclosed his plot to Itachi. The old Uchiha had explained in vivid detail how he had engineered Rin's death, making Zetsu manipulate Rin so Kakashi's hand could stab her heart, ensuring that Obito would witness the dreadful scene and consequently become loyal to him and his Eye of the Moon plan.

The memory, once a mere echo in the back of his mind, now became a deafening roar, a cruel reminder of his manipulation. At that time, under Itachi's control, he had been indifferent, uncaring to the revelation. But now, released from the shackles of control, the impact of the truth was a crushing weight. He had been played, used as a mere tool in a grander scheme. A pawn in the hands of powerful masters.

A mix of anger, sorrow, and despair welled up in his heart. The bitter taste of betrayal filled his mouth. He could feel his world crashing around him. He had been stripped of his dignity, his free will. He was bare, exposed to the harsh reality of his existence.

"MADARA! ITACHI!" Obito roared, his voice carrying the heavy burden of his anguish. He swung his arm, his fist connecting with the ground. The resulting impact shook the battlefield, sending tremors through the earth. His enraged cry was a battle call, an oath for revenge, echoing across the battlefield, reaching the ears of every shinobi present.

Tears welled up in his Sharingan eyes. It was a spectacle that nobody, not even the most hardened shinobi, had expected. The man who had once been a terror on the battlefield, a man whose name brought fear into the hearts of countless shinobi, was now a figure of sorrow, his tears staining the battlefield.