"Stop asking me, I really don't know." Obito, who had been relentlessly tortured in his dreams, spoke instinctively before waking up.
To avoid being late, he had learned his lesson and deliberately did practice questions during the day and trained at night. Yet he hadn't expected those problems to linger in his mind for so long, subjecting him to merciless torture over and over in his dreams.
Don't tell me I slept until ten again? Obito's expression turned grave. That would be way too late.
When Obito saw where the clock hand was pointing, he instantly relaxed and smiled. It was only 8:10. Ten o'clock was still far away.
"No, wait, the meeting time isn't ten—it's 8:30!" Obito suddenly realized that while he wasn't late yet, he was about to be.
He changed clothes and washed up at top speed, grabbed a piece of bread, and said goodbye to his grandmother. "Bye, Grandmother. I'm going out to train."
"Make sure you get enough rest," grandmother reminded him with a kind smile.
Obito stuffed the bread into his mouth as he ran and chewed. The training ground was far from his home, but if he ran at full speed, he should be able to arrive right around 8:30.
But just as Obito wondered who his final teammate would be, he caught sight of an elderly woman sitting on a bench with a pained expression.
Though he knew he was almost late, Obito still instinctively ran up to her and asked with concern, "Grandmother, are you feeling unwell? Do you need me to take you to the hospital?"
"I just strained my back. I should be fine after resting here for a while," the elderly woman said, forcing out a smile when she saw a child kindly coming over to help.
"How