Naruto: Transmigrated as Obito with the System

Facing the two opponents glaring at him, Madara Uchiha's eyes remained calm and unwavering.

"Heh, so you've found yourself a partner?" he sneered.

"Still haven't realized the gap between us, have you?"

Standing still, Madara lazily beckoned to the two with a finger.

"Come. Do your best to entertain me. Absolute power will be proven by me, Madara."

Shisui and Itachi exchanged a serious glance, their expressions heavy. Without a word, they simultaneously formed the "Tiger" seal and initiated their attack.

"Fire Release: Dragon Flame Jutsu!"

Two enormous fiery dragons roared through the air, their massive bodies stretching several meters wide as they charged fearlessly toward Madara.

"Oh?" Madara's lips curled into an amused smile as he observed Shisui and Itachi moving in tandem with the fire dragons. The two flickered around rapidly, closing in on him from multiple angles.

"Visually impressive, but… you call this Fire Release?" he mocked, forming the same "Tiger" seal with ease.

"Fire Release: Dragon Flame Jutsu!"

Madara unleashed three colossal fire dragons in one breath. Each was nearly ten meters wide, engulfing the battlefield in a sea of flames.

"Boom!"

The three fiery dragons intertwined, dispersing the attacks from Shisui and Itachi effortlessly before continuing their charge toward them.

What chakra reserves…?!

Both Shisui and Itachi's expressions darkened as they abandoned their attack and swiftly flickered away to avoid the overwhelming flames.

Watching them scatter, Madara clicked his tongue in disdain.

"…What a boring fight."

As the flames subsided, Shisui dashed forward with a Body Flicker, appearing at Madara's side in an instant. Wielding his short blade enhanced by Wind Release, he struck with lightning speed.

Madara casually shifted his body, effortlessly evading Shisui's fierce strike.

Gritting his teeth, Shisui pressed on with another slash.

"Uchiha Style: Dance of the Sun Halo"

Meanwhile, Itachi provided support from afar.

"Fire Release: Phoenix Sage Fire!"

Annoyed, Madara scoffed. "Mere pebbles, insignificant before me."

In a flash, he appeared behind Shisui, delivering a devastating punch that sent him flying.

The next moment, Itachi felt a blur before his eyes as Madara reappeared in front of him, his leg swinging out with terrifying speed.

"Boom!"

Itachi was sent hurtling through the air, landing heavily beside Shisui.

"Cough, cough…"

Struggling to rise, Itachi helped Shisui to his feet.

"We're no match for him," Shisui whispered urgently. "You need to escape. I'll hold him off!"

Itachi remained silent, supporting Shisui as he stared at their overwhelming opponent. The gap in power was suffocating—Madara hadn't even fought seriously, merely toying with them.

Laughing, Madara dusted off his armor.

"Hahaha, with those Sharingan, how far can you see? Why not join me and help restore the glory of the Uchiha?"

"Over my dead body!" Shisui growled through gritted teeth. "Even if it costs me my life, I'll stop your ambitions!"

Clapping mockingly, Madara smirked. "Not bad. As expected of my Uchiha clan's youth—such spirit is admirable."

With casual steps, he approached them, the oppressive aura around him growing stronger.

"Very well… as you wish."

The pressure of Madara's presence hit them like a tidal wave, each step he took seemingly crushing their hearts.

"We have no choice…" Shisui muttered, stepping in front of Itachi.

"Susanoo!"

Black, four-bladed shuriken spun into existence amidst the blood-red haze. Green chakra ignited like flames, taking the shape of a colossal skeletal frame in front of them.

Muscle and sinew formed over the bones as Susanoo's armor took shape, completing the transformation.

Madara didn't interrupt, watching with an entertained smile.

"Finally, something worth my time."

Shisui pushed through the pain, his voice low but resolute.

"Susanoo: Storm Arrows!"

Susanoo's chest plate opened, revealing a spinning orange-yellow magatama. Countless green arrows shot forth, raining down toward Madara in an overwhelming barrage.

"This is more like it," Madara chuckled as vibrant blue chakra surged around him. A towering warrior, dwarfing Shisui's Susanoo, materialized before him.

Itachi's eyes widened in shock. This was beyond anything he had ever imagined.

Madara's Susanoo loomed over them, its presence suffocating. Compared to Shisui's, it was like a giant facing a child.

The incoming arrows struck Madara's Susanoo, their impact ringing out like a futile cry.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

Not a single mark was left on its armor as the arrows dissipated into nothingness.

In a final, desperate move, Shisui roared.

"Susanoo: Wind-Fire Pierce!"

Susanoo's spiral sword, wreathed in flames and wind, rotated at high speed as it lunged toward Madara's giant.

"Susanoo: Blade Strike."

Madara's warrior drew its sword, slashing downward in one smooth motion before sheathing it once more.

A brilliant flash of light split the battlefield, cutting through Shisui's Susanoo as if it were paper.

"Crack!"

Shisui's Susanoo shattered, and blood spurted from his mouth.

"Shisui!" Itachi cried out, rushing to his side.

Disappointed, Madara sighed. "How pitiful. Can't even dance properly?"

Shisui pushed Itachi away weakly, blood dripping from his lips.

"Run… Itachi… now!"

Before Itachi could react, a blade pierced through Shisui's chest from behind.

"Shisui!"

Seeing his comrade collapse, something deep within Itachi snapped. Unlocked by despair, power surged into his eyes.

Amid the blood-red haze, the three tomoe of his Sharingan spun, merging into a new shape—a black, trident-like Mangekyō Sharingan.

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