Hakushi didn't know how to mock Obito's physique, saying he was cursed with romantic misfortune… But why are all those attracted to him elderly ladies?
Or maybe it's the elderly ladies who attracted him?
A physique destined to encounter elderly ladies 100%?
No matter how you look at it, he's a very strange brat.
"Hey, Obito, it's already so late, don't you need to go back?"
Hakushi looked up and loudly called out to Obito, who was standing on his head on snow-covered branches, doing physical training.
Recently, with nothing much to do, Hakushi would sometimes accompany Obito in training.
Occasionally getting out to relax is good for mental and physical health.
He didn't want to be bald so young.
"Stop nagging, I've only been training for less than an hour."
Looking at the sky, there should still be some time before dark. Obito didn't give up on his training.
"Isn't it because you had so many indescribable incidents with the three elderly ladies this afternoon?"
"Mind your own business! You can go back alone, anyway, you're just a freeloader, what's so arrogant about that."
While gasping for air, Obito continued to pull up while upside down.
Seeing him sweat profusely in the cold weather, it was clear he was genuinely training hard.
"One hundred ninety-one… one hundred ninety-two… one hundred… ah!"
With a panicked shout, the Chakra attached to the soles of Obito's feet experienced an accident, separating from the branch, and he plunged headfirst toward the ground.
His head plunged into the snow, his body twitching slightly.
Hakushi gently blew a breath of white air between his palms, rubbed them, and stood watching, not going over to help.
Such a fool's life force has always been very strong, full of energy.
"Cough cough!"
Sure enough, Obito struggled out of the snow, spit out all the snow in his mouth, coughed violently, his face bright red.
"Damn it! Just eight more to two hundred!"
Obito said with an unwilling look.
"Give it up, Kakashi was already able to do better than you two years ago. Now the gap between you will be even bigger."
Hakushi said this.
"It's just Chunin, I will surely graduate from Ninja School next year!"
Obito declared boldly.
Although Hakushi didn't think Obito had such talent, this unyielding, fiercely pursuing conviction was commendable.
"Then work hard. If you open the Sharingan in the future, you might really be able to do it."
Hakushi didn't want to dampen Obito's self-confidence either.
This guy is optimistic, but that also means he's often missing a beat in his head; training isn't something you can achieve by slogans alone.
Because Kakashi's self-discipline is even tougher than Obito's.
What's scary isn't the genius, but the genius who works harder than normal people.
Therefore, following the normal trajectory, Hakushi didn't think Obito could catch up to Kakashi.
Just as Obito was about to smile at Hakushi's words, Hakushi coldly added, "But I think with your talent, you'll probably never open the Sharingan in your life. After all, that's only a pupil technique that elite Uchiha Ninja can activate."
"You bastard! How dare you underestimate me! Taste the wrathful iron fist of the Uchiha Race!"
Obito bounced up from the snow and launched a fierce punch at Hakushi.
Dealing with such a simple-minded brat is quite troublesome.
However, as an object for playing when bored, it does bring quite a bit of joy.
Without thinking, he dodged sideways, letting the imposing Obito fall into the snow in a face-down, embarrassing position.
"I've told you many times, if you can't control your body, don't throw punches so exaggeratedly. Even the first time you faced me, you were just like this. In battle, this is undoubtedly a fatal behavior, easily allowing the enemy to spot weaknesses and strike a deadly blow."
"It's all because you said I'll never open the Sharingan in my life!"
Obito sat in the snow, arms crossed over his chest, mouth pursed toward elsewhere, seemingly unwilling to respond to Hakushi.
Thinking carefully, it seems true.
For the active ninja in the Uchiha Race, unable to activate the Sharingan means being truly the last one in the class.
Obito has consistently wanted to prove his strength, and the Sharingan is exactly the strength symbol of their Uchiha Race.
Being told that, no wonder he'd be angry.
"What I mean is, not opening the Sharingan could actually be a good thing for you."
Hakushi walked over, pulled Obito up from the snow, and spoke those words.
"Hm? Why?"
Obito looked confused.
"Because you're a fool. If a fool opens the Sharingan, it would not be less than the end of the world, wouldn't it? Think carefully, isn't that the logic?"
Hakushi said earnestly.
"You freeloader bastard, take another taste of my wrathful iron fist!"
In the snow, Obito's angry roar was full of energy.
...
"Don't think that buying me dumplings means I'll forgive you! Let me tell you, once I open the Sharingan, it'll be the end for you! Be prepared!"
On the way back, while eating the dumplings Hakushi bought him, Obito stubbornly threatened Hakushi.
"No problem, Ruri will protect me, your Sharingan is powerless against me."
Hakushi put forward his currently strongest shield—Uchiha Ruri.
"..."
Obito didn't know why, but there was an inexplicable bitter taste in his mouth, somewhat astringent.