Obito The string in my mind that had been stretched all night suddenly broke completely.
Kai's affectionate expression and the words "We are all men" directly burned his last bit of sanity to ashes.
There was no hesitation.
Obito Tighten your right leg and twist your waist to exert force.
The muddy soles were firmly stamped on Kai's face, which was flashing White Fang.
"Bang!"
There was a muffled explosion.
Kai was completely unprepared and flew into the house upside down with half of the door frame.
The dumbbells, barbells, and handstands in the room were smashed all over the place, making a crackling sound that could be heard clearly from half the street.
Obito stood at the door breathing heavily, his eyes were red.
He bent down, picked up the cracked wood carving from the muddy water, and stuffed it into his pocket.
Go.
Must leave quickly.
He just wants to leave this social death scene where people can be sent away on the spot.
As soon as I turned around, there was a sudden sound of wind behind me.
Kai Body Flicker Technique rushed to his side and patted his shoulder heavily with his calloused hands.
This guy's right cheek was swollen and his eye sockets were blue, but the fire in his eyes was even hotter than before.
"My best friend! I understand!"
Kai shouted at the top of his lungs, causing the dewdrops on the trees to fall.
"That shocking confession just now was all just to confuse me!"
"Your real purpose is to give me a surprise youth showdown!"
The two sweeping ladies across the street were stunned.
One of them opened his mouth wide enough to stuff an egg, and the other shook his hand and the broom fell directly into the puddle.
Obito's eyes twitched rapidly.
What kind of hellish brain circuit is this?
He took out the piece of rotten wood carving from his pocket with his backhand, swung his arm and hit Kai on the head.
"Fight against your uncle!"
"I have to kill you today!"
After holding in the fire all night, the last gate finally broke down.
Obito didn't open Mangekyo, and didn't even bother to tie half a seal.
Kai laughed instead, raised his fists and faced him head-on.
The next second, the two of them rolled directly into the muddy street.
There is no ninjutsu versus Todoroki.
No tactical pull.
The two Konoha Jonin literally got into a brawl at the entrance of the village.
Obito punched Kai in the eye.
Kai elbowed Obito in the ribs with his backhand.
Mud splashed all over the sky, and the muffled sounds of fists hitting flesh were heard one after another.
Obito didn't think about anything.
He just wanted to smash out the frustration, embarrassment, fear, and all the messy internal friction of the night with his fist.
Ten minutes later.
The commotion on the street finally died down.
Obito and Kai were lying side by side in the steaming muddy water. Both of them had large fonts, and their chests were rising and falling violently.
The geothermal heat makes the muddy water warm.
Early in the morning on New Year's Day, two Jonin were lying on the street soaking in the mud.
This picture is somewhat unbearable to look at.
With a purple eye, Kai raised his right hand with difficulty and gave a thumbs up to the newly whitened sky.
"Happy!"
"This is a new year of youth without regrets!"
Obito, for the first time in history, did not curse anyone.
He raised the back of his hand and wiped away the bloodshot spots at the corners of his mouth.
This one is ridiculous.
But after the beating, the mess on his chest actually disintegrated.
The panic dissipated.
The anxiety is gone.
Those thoughts that scared me to death before I even spoke evaporated along with the smelly sweat and muddy water.
Obito put one hand on the ground and stood up neatly.
He waved his hand to Kai who was lying on the ground, turned around and left.
Kai was still shouting at the top of his lungs from behind.
"Best friends! Let's have a more passionate showdown next time!"
"Come here, uncle!"
Obito cursed without looking back, but his steps became more and more steady.
On the streets in the early morning, there are gradually more and more people getting up early.
The vegetable vendors, the aunts clearing the snow, and the villagers carrying breakfast all stopped unconsciously.
Everyone looked at the figure coming out of the muddy water.
Obito Uchiha.
Konoha Elite Jonin.
His hair was covered with mud, his right eye was blue and purple, and there was a gash at the corner of his mouth. Half of the sleeves of his cotton-padded jacket were torn off, and there were wet mud marks under his feet.
It's like I just crawled out of the ruins of a battlefield.
The villagers unanimously moved out of the way.
Several vegetable vendors opened their mouths and forgot to greet the customers. They could only watch him walk away step by step.
Obito walked all the way to the door of Rin Nohara's house.
There was no pacing this time.
No scratching.
I didn't rehearse my lines eight hundred times in my mind.
He raised his muddy hands.
There were also broken skin and blood stains on the phalangeal joints.
"Tuk-tuk-tuk."
The wooden door was quickly opened from the inside.
Lin stood behind the door wearing beige home clothes.
As soon as she saw the person clearly, the expression on her face froze.
His eyes swept from Obito's panda eyes, to the cracked corners of his mouth, and then to the muddy clothes.
Lin's brows furrowed.
The shock only lasted for half a second, and what followed was an overwhelming feeling of heartache.
She didn't ask any nonsense questions.
He directly grabbed Obito's wrist and pulled him into the house.
"Sit tight and don't move."
Obito was pinned down on the chair before she could react.
Lin turned around and took out the familiar medical kit from the cabinet.
The box was sewn by her own hands.
Obito recognizes the pins on it.
Over the years, every time he was injured, this box almost always fell in front of him first.
Lin skillfully opened the medical kit, took out the cotton swab, and unscrewed the medicine bottle.
She bent down and got close to Obito's face.
The cotton swab wiped away the dirt on his face little by little, with an incredibly gentle movement.
The cotton swab wiped the crack at the corner of his mouth.
"Hiss..."
Obito took a slight breath.
"Do you know it hurts now?"
Lin didn't stop, her voice was very soft and a little bit complaining.
"On New Year's Day, who are you going to fight with again?"
"You are already on your own Jonin, Kakashi and others are also moving forward, why do you still not know how to cherish yourself..."
Obito did not refute.
He just sat quietly.
He stared at Lin, who was very close, motionless.
She lowered her head to treat the wound, and the hot air from her breath gently brushed the tip of his nose.
So many years have passed.
No matter how badly he fell outside or how much trouble he got into, the person who sat here and bandaged him in the end would always be Lin.
The words Asuma suddenly rang in my ears.
Say what is in your heart honestly.
That's enough.
Obito Take a deep breath.
This time, he didn't hide anymore.
I didn't make any excuses for myself.
He looked at Lin's clear eyes, his voice was a little hoarse, but surprisingly steady.
"Lin."
Lin's movements paused slightly.
"I don't want to be just that stupid teammate who gets bandaged up by you every time I get injured."
Obito gripped the edge of the chair tightly.
My palms were all sweaty.
But he didn't look away.
"I want to use these eyes to protect you for the rest of my life."
The room suddenly became quiet.
There is no earth-shattering pomp.
No moon lettering.
No Mechanical Nine-Tails fell from the sky.
Just a few words.
But it was like a muffled thunder that hit Lin's heart directly.
The cotton swab in her hand was frozen in mid-air.
There was only half an inch left from the wound at the corner of Obito's mouth.
Lin's pupils shrank slightly.
Geothermal Pipelines The sound of water flowing from the ground is thin and gentle.
The morning light fell into the house through the window lattice.
It falls exactly between the two of them.
Lin's cheeks turned red a little.
The blush spread to the roots of her ears, and even her fingers holding the potion bottle trembled slightly.
"Ding."
The glass bottle bumped against the edge of the medical kit.
The voice is very soft.
But in a quiet room, it's so clear.
Obito The palms of his hands are sweating more and more.
He clung to the edge of the chair, as if waiting for a trial more deadly than Kannabi Bridge.
The words that have been hidden in my heart these years between life and death.
Finally, he said it in the stupidest way.
Lin squeezed the cotton swab tightly.
The eyelashes quivered slightly.
After a long while, she finally raised her head and met Obito's bright and hot eyes.