Once again Oboro had dreamed of his grandfather who rested inside his consciousness. He couldn’t seem to get rid of the ancient man and was forced to make his presence every now and then. However, it wasn’t so bad considering the fact that he always had someone to talk to. The only negative was that his grandfather constantly reminded him of all the negative impacts of the decisions he decided to make. This was extremely bothering for an Uchiha with a craving for bloodlust and destruction as many possessed. “You know, most Uchiha prefer killing and maiming all that come in their way. Why have you chosen a side of peace and relaxation as opposed to with death, usurpation and betrayal?” He would ask Xamengyuko, his mother’s father. To this, the old many responded simply to the boy. “It gets extremely tiring after some time. Yes, I have killed. Yes, I have destroyed. Did I enjoy my time doing so? Yes, I did. Would I purposely do it once more? No. I would not. Such antics are the reasons war and death exists in this world. People such as yourself, such as myself, are the reason we all kill each other. And you all seem so smug about it too. Pity.” The old man seemed to have a rather strong opinion on the topic that Oboro took little concern of. “Perhaps one day I will realize that I’m simply chaos. Though, the world needs chaos as a balance, so I don’t really see the issue.” He said with a chuckle before snapping himself awake.
He arose from the silky sheets that draped his torso. He was warm provided the stacking of blankets he used the night before. He had been feeling quite chilly the past few days. Hobbes would keep him warm, cuddling him through night as he sensed his owner was a bit chilly. Over the past few days, it became clear that the two were growing closer, willing to defend each other from all threats whether they are minor or major. Hobbes liked to spend his time outside in the yard, chasing the rabbits that passed by each and every day. Though, he wasn’t too fast yet and was only able to catch one so far, and this was due to his natural ability to perform stealth skills. As a feline, he was easily able to sneak up one something; however his pounce was what always gave him away. He was terribly clumsy and so he was often unable to execute kill blows. “How, adorable,” His master would say to the diligent kitten. “You keep trying at it and you’re sure to get better little Hobbes. Soon you’ll be the strongest animal in the ninja world, working alongside Shinsui and me.” He had not yet introduced the kitten to the wolf of his best friend, however he was ready to do so. He hoped that the wolf of the man and the tiger of the pet could tame their wild sides and be able to get along with one another. Otherwise there may be issues when bringing Hobbes on ninja missions. However, that didn’t concern him too much.
It was time to go deal with barbarians once more. The last time he had visited, he walked among them and observed their culture which was almost purely medieval. The reason for their girth came from the fact that ninety nine percent of their diets consisted of meat. That was a ridiculous amount of protein. However, while recollecting what he had seen, he could hear the rumbling of the walls near his home as the barbarians would pummel the walls once more. As usual, they attacked early in the morning, wanting to end the lives of those inside the village. Their entire existence was such a bother to Oboro as he was forced to deal with them each and every day. Their constant attacks were nearly the bane of his existence as he seemed to be the only ninja in the sound village willing to deal with their issues. After hearing a scream it was clear that there was another barbarian king in the fields outside of the village. And so that meant there was a strong fighter just waiting for Oboro to kill him. This dull feeling in his stomach was soon replaced by a feeling of excitement as he went to gather his clothing necessary. He debated bringing his baby tiger with him and decided he would, and just not bring him into combat. The tiger was likely not ready to fight enemies as strong as the barbarians and so forcing him into a fight would likely have the poor kitty killed. He would surely have to train the feline sometime soon.
With Hobbes on his shoulder, Oboro put all his weight in his toes as he sprinted toward the village walls ready to eliminate the likes of the barbarians. As he moved closer to the walls, the ground got more and rockier and consisted of less and less grass. The closer he got to the walls, the louder the thumping against it became, making it clear that the walls were indeed shaking. Dust could be seen falling from the walls as Oboro finally reached it. Focusing the charkra necessary in his feet, he ran vertically up the side with Hobbes sticking to his shoulder. The cat was able to stick simply from the claws that were digging into the flesh of the Uchiha. This was now normality for the man and scar tissue had already formed from the claws constantly rearing into him. It no longer fazed him as much. Upon their rise of the wall, as it shook, they were nearly thrown off once as one of the strikes against it was abnormally strong, leading Oboro to believe that the barbarian he would soon face would be stronger than the first that had arrived last week. He braced himself for the worst as he made his way to the top of the wall and looked down.
On the ground, three grown men could be seen attacking the wall. One was about eight feet tall and the other two were nearly six feet, slightly smaller than the normal sized man. However, instead of dealing with the group below, he would eliminate as many as possible before lowering himself to their level. A dozen or so archers backed them, ready to fire off as soon as the walls had been busted down. Oboro would have to get rid of these first and eliminate the melee attackers afterwards. He would begin to form his hand signs, allowing a giant mass of destruction to form in the middle of the sky as he pointed toward it, ready to drop it on the foolish barbarians for below. The natives simply looked up and stared at the ball as if it were a second sun, floating in the sky, ready to crash into the orbit of the world. The ball radiated a bright heat, bringing warmth to all within the area. Hobbes trembled slightly from the shoulder of the Uchiha as he witnessed the power of the massive fireball now present in the sky and falling due to the forces of gravity. It plummeted down, onto the earth before erupting into twelve smaller fires that bounced from the original mass, spreading onto the ground and to those observing. Immediately, the entire field of archers, caught flames, destroying each of their bodies, burning them to a crisp. Oboro smirked from atop the wall as the three melee fighters scurried around, attempting to dodge the flames of his Madara technique. However, both the smaller barbarians were stuck by the flames, one in the torso and one in the face, burning them as well as their comrades. The smell of cooked flesh lingered in the air now that everyone had been lit a fire. Only the King still stood, though his will of fighting seemed to have fleeted as he retreated into the bamboo forest, unready to attack the village once more.
The Uchiha smiled maniacally as the man retreated, confident in his own ability to strike fear in others. He hadn’t even used techniques that would likely be the greatest undoing of their nation, mass Genjutsu. He was able to ensnare others with Genjutsu simply by flashing a light in the air, pulling them under into the spell as he commands their every last thought by disturbing the chakra balance perfectly. Oh, how he loved doing bad things. However, his bad things were always strong actions.
Hobbes watched the man carefully as he approached to lift the small beast.. While the tiger did not cower or worry, a sense was in his eyes. They sparkled in the light in a curious manner that one couldn’t quite put their finger on. He almost seemed to be admiring his master, as if unaware of what happened just before him. The Uchiha decided to think nearly nothing about it, sure that Hobbes was simply doing things that all tigers did.