"Report the target's location."
"Currently patrolling back and forth in Area D3, returning to B2... Wait, he's back in D3 again."
"...What do you mean? Why does he keep circling around like he's walking a dog? Can't you give us some definite information?"
"Nothing we can do. The target seems to have hyperactivity disorder. They've stopped now."
"You're sure?"
"Absolutely. They seem to have started chatting."
"Good. We'll prepare to make our move."
"..."
"Is there a problem?"
"Boss, I don't think this is going to work. Leaving aside the target's strength, two highly capable Sand Village elite jonin have been following him around these past few days. One of them is even the infamous Sasori of the Red Sands... We should think this through and wait. There may be a better opportunity later."
When it came to Yuhara, his words were usually laced with sarcasm and mockery—pleasant to hear, but lacking any logic. Tobi, however, usually only spouted nonsense... To conceal my true identity as Obito Uchiha, I needed to create a distinctly recognizable personality.
Well, Yuhara really did need to do something. He had clearly given the other party a chance to perform, but what had they done? Was that all?
The crisp impact nearly knocked the kunai from the young ninja's hand, and the tip of the kunai had already snapped off with a clang.
Getting no response from either of them, Yuhara found it boring to perform a one-man comedy routine. Thus, he lost interest and prepared to leave the Sand Village. This even made Sasori of the Red Sands secretly breathe a sigh of relief. At last, he would not have to keep suffering.
"In short, the Sand Village is well prepared, and there haven't been any major oversights. That puts us at ease. In