The sky over the canyon split open, turning a bruised, unnatural shade of violet.
Juubito hovered silently in the air, his white, scaled cloak drifting around him like ash. Behind his back, the black spheres of the Truth-Seeker Orbs floated in a perfect, ominous halo. He gripped his Shakujō staff, his single visible eye scanning the desolate landscape below. He didn't know what continent this was, or what strange dimension he had been pulled into—only that it was devoid of chakra.
"Another empty world," Obito muttered, his voice a hollow, echoing rasp. "Another remnant of a reality that needs to be laid to rest under the Infinite Tsukuyomi."
"Hey! Ghost-face!"
Obito looked down. Standing on a ridge of rock was a human child. The kid couldn't have been more than ten years old, wearing a green striped shirt and holding an oversized, high-tech watch high in the air.
"I don't know what kind of alien villain group you're with," Ben Tennyson yelled, slamming his thumb down onto the face of the Omnitrix, "but you're in the wrong canyon!"
A blinding flash of blue-green light erupted from the ridge.
The small human boy vanished. In his place stood a towering behemoth made of living blue fulmini energy, encased in heavily armored, dark gray rock. Electric blue lightning cracked and hissed from his shoulders, arcing across the canyon walls.
"Shock Rock!" the alien boomed, the voice vibrating with raw, pure energy. and he slams his watch to transform into Omi Naut version of Shock Rock
Obito didn't flinch. He merely tilted his head, his cold eye registering this new mysterious oppoment.
