The Land of Rain, a nondescript little town.
Tucked deep in an alley stood a low, modest ramen shop. Its sliding door was draped with a faded noren, and lifting it revealed the rich, savory aroma of pork-bone broth.
Jiraiya generously treated everyone to ramen.
It wasn't as fragrant as Ichiraku Ramen, but in a place like the Land of Rain, where the drizzle never seemed to stop, a steaming bowl of ramen was undoubtedly a little slice of happiness.
Inside the shop were only a few raw-wood counter stools. Soy sauce dishes, bottles of chili oil, and pickled ginger sat on the smooth, worn countertop.
A bowl of ramen was placed before them. Its steam wrapped them in warmth, shutting out the chill and clamor of the alley.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Rin examined Obito's newly transplanted eye, a Two Tomoe Sharingan.
After Obito returned to the Uchiha Clan, he'd applied to the Police Force for a Sharingan. The people there couldn't very well show no appreciation after he'd rendered such a great service.
Besides, Obito was now a Jonin—and the youngest Jonin in the Leaf Village, second only to Kakashi.
On top of that, Obito had his unique Wood Style. Even though he sided with the Hokage faction, they still had to win him over.
Mikoto made the decision without calling a meeting. She gave Obito a Sharingan and the scroll for training with it.
Obito should have stayed home to get used to his Sharingan, but instead, he insisted on coming with Teacher Minato to carry out a mission in the dangerous Land of Rain.
To him, the warmest place in the Leaf Village was by Rin's side.
After finishing her examination, Rin said, "Obito, this isn't your own eye, so don't overuse it. You'll need