"Ha... ha..."
On the flat clearing, Obito collapsed onto the ground with zero dignity, panting heavily. Ever since he was born, this was his very first time facing death at such close range. That suffocating feeling that struck straight to his soul almost made it impossible for him to breathe, and even now, lingering fear still gripped him.
Right at that moment, an annoying voice came from beside his ear:
"Tsk tsk tsk, with just your level of strength, how on earth do you dare chase after other people?"
Enkō crossed his arms and leaned against a stone wall, looking down at the sprawled-out Obito with keen interest. "Weren't you afraid the other guy would turn around and kill you?"
"N-none... none of your business." Obito guiltily averted his gaze. In truth, the present Obito was still just a Chunin, so naturally he had not been executing a mission alone; it was entirely because he had acted too aggressively upon spotting the target individual, causing him to get separated from the rest of his squad.
Enkō shook his head with amused laughter. To be honest, before turning to darkness, Obito truly was a hot-blooded youth with a strong sense of right and wrong, and Enkō was quite willing to chat with him a bit more.
"Hey! I'm asking you, who on earth are you? Why did you save me just now?"
"Oh? Do you want to die that badly?"
"Of course I don't! No... hey! That's not what I meant!" Obito grew somewhat frantic, constantly feeling that the guy before him was exceptionally annoying!
Enkō stopped teasing him, rubbed his chin, and thought about it seriously. "Who am I? If you really want to calculate it properly, I suppose I count as your ancestor's generation."
"Ha? You... you!" Obito instantly