As his eyelids flicked open, Oboro Uchiha gave a stretch and yawn as he lifted himself from his sheets, allowing them to fall from his body as he leaned forward. He sat normally as he looked down at his adoring tiger, Hobbes. He admired the kitten and scratched him behind the airs, praising him for his cuteness. Such a cute kitten he was. Hobbes looked at his mastery with squinty, watery eyes as he too had just woken from what seemed to be an amazing dream. Oboro almost pitied the poor soul before tugging at the skin that clung to his flesh. It almost made it seem as the feline was smiling, though in reality he was quite aggravated by his master’s antics. This only further fueled the man’s will to tease the baby tiger. For a few minutes, the two just sat there making funny faces at each other for what seemed to go on more moments than it actually had only taken an abundance of seconds. Anyways, he wasn’t too concerned with the tiger after that as he had to get ready for work. Once again he was forced to deal with the infestation of the barbarians. He began to wonder why they were the only valid mission on the mission board at the moment, but he didn’t really care so much after pondering. Money was money. He just wanted something a bit more exciting than what he already had.
From within the steaming shower, he turned the nozzle forcing the shower to stop running. His pale body was basically squeaky clean as he made his way out of the tub. With a towel wrapped around his waist, he observed himself in the hazy mirror before using his hand to rub away the mist covering his face. It seemed as if he would need to shave as he had forgotten the night before. “Ugh.” He would groan in boredom. He didn’t enjoy shaving per se, however he had no interest in growing a bright red beard only to be mocked as if he was a bright lumberjack. No thank you to that derogation. With his razor, he ran over his smooth skin, smoothening it even further to remove the stubble that he grew. He didn’t understand why no Uchiha had facial hair. He hadn’t seen a single person of his clan that had anything other than black hair aside from himself. On top of that, they never once had facial hair. Even in the history of Uchiha, he couldn’t remember a single person with a beard. Perhaps he would die his hair. Perhaps he would grow a beard as well. Though, he really did enjoy the soft smooth touch of his skin. It was like touching the butt of a newborn baby. He rubbed his palm against the freshly shaven skin and imagined what it would be like if a large patch of hair existed there instead before immediately deciding against the idea. He much preferred it this way, despite the amount of upkeep it required. He was no bum!
He grabbed his clothes, putting on his puffy shirt with the tunic over it. He would be going armor less today due to the fact that he would simply be waiting for attacks on the village rather than going out into their territory. He would be well fortified enough, being on home grounds. Due to the fact that he needed to be the Otokage, he forced himself to learn every single pothole of the village so that he could fight off an attacker at any given time in any given place. He spent lots of time simply walking the grounds and feeling the textures of the things in the surrounding areas. He had memorized nearly all of the plants in the area and was now working on the surfaces. His doorknob was the surface he remembered most however, touching it at least twice each day. And once again, he grabbed for it with Hobbes on his shoulder after dressing the cat in a cute outfit. He had on a pirate hat as well as an eyepatch over his left eye. He was a feline pirate. How adorable! Oboro blushed at the kitten. However, he had no time to admire his kitten. He made his way to the walls as he did every day. However, due to his lack of rush he would simply take the stairs today. He normally just walked vertically up the wall but Hobbes always dug his claws deep into the man’s right shoulder, leaving a mass amount of scar tissue. He had nearly no feeling in his skin there due to the dumb little kittens viscous claws piercing his skin. It was almost a bit ridiculous how deep those little things cut in skin. Before, when he first met Hobbes, the effect made Oboro tear up as they sank in. However now he was a bit more used to the knives on the cats hand.
On the way to the wall, Oboro stopped in his garden to pluck a rose from the bush. He avoided the thorns and lifted the flower to his nose, inhaling sharply as he smelled its deep aroma. How beautiful was the sense that the follow allowed. He lifted the rose to the nose of the tiger, though Hobbes simply sneezed and looked away. Oboro almost pitied him due to the lack of artistic talent the cat had. With paws, he couldn’t draw very well. He couldn’t yet form hand seals to jutsu either. Which meant Oboro’s only partner in combat for the moment would have to be Shinsui. Until Hobbes had seen enough experience, he would be relatively useless. However, at the moment he was rather fast and agile when it came to footwork. He only needed to work on his technique and he would be an astounding ninja. It was said that many pets were able to perform jutsu, but Oboro wondered how they would manage to make hand signs.
After climbing the stone steps to the wall, it was clear that the day would go by rather slow due to the lack of advances on the village. Oboro simply stood and practiced various tasks such as balancing on one finger to allow himself to focus his chakra in that fingertip. This would help his control immensely as at times he found it hard to control his chakra in his body during combat. This training not only built upper body strength, but also helped him to do just that, focus chakra in one part of his body. However, his training was cut short as a tree in the forest was knocked down by the shoulder of a single massive barbarian. Now it was time for all of the fun he had been waiting for to begin.
With Hobbes still on the wall, Oboro rushed down the wall and made his way for the man who easily was four hundred pounds. However, he was rather short for a barbarian. He seemed to be about six and a half feet in height. That took nothing away from his girth. He was probably the most muscular of the group that Oboro had seen thus far. He gulped as the man rushed at him with a club in hand, ducking as the man swung. From the ground, Oboro would activate his Sharingan and read the muscle movements of the colossal being before him, avoiding all the stomps that the man attempted to hit him with. The Uchiha bobbed and weaved through the feet as the monster attempted to crush him. Rolling was his biggest ally at the moment. From the ninja pouch kept on his side, Oboro pulled out a Kunai at the speed of light and slashed the tendons in the back of the knee of the giant man. However, the Kunai simply rubbed against the top layer of skin, slicing it but failing to remove any of the meat. From there, Oboro scooted backwards, behind the giant man. “Oh shit, you must be pretty well fed aren’t ya? Ya big brute.” He would say loudly to taunt the creature. The bald behemoth before him simply roared in anger from the childish ruses given by the Uchiha. Despite his poking fun of the monster before him, Oboro was actually quite nervous that his blades would be unable to pierce the flesh of the brute and he would be forced to exert chakra upon him.
With the kunai still in hand, Oboro sat on one knee, waiting for the beast to turn towards him, and when he did, Oboro launched himself at him. He slid under the titans pot belly, between his knees before rearing up behind the slow monster. He jumped off of his foot, using the man’s own waist as a boost. As he descended, the creature spun around, attempting to catch the agile Uchiha. With one hand in the air, the monster grasped for the ninja, only to be blindsided with a Kunai that was still in Oboro’s hand. The blade dug deep into the man’s eye, piercing his brain. Blood went all over the face of the boy, forcing his skin to be the same bright red as his hair. However, he was just happy that the beast was killed.
From within the steaming shower, he turned the nozzle forcing the shower to stop running. His pale body was basically squeaky clean as he made his way out of the tub. With a towel wrapped around his waist, he observed himself in the hazy mirror before using his hand to rub away the mist covering his face. It seemed as if he would need to shave as he had forgotten the night before. “Ugh.” He would groan in boredom. He didn’t enjoy shaving per se, however he had no interest in growing a bright red beard only to be mocked as if he was a bright lumberjack. No thank you to that derogation. With his razor, he ran over his smooth skin, smoothening it even further to remove the stubble that he grew. He didn’t understand why no Uchiha had facial hair. He hadn’t seen a single person of his clan that had anything other than black hair aside from himself. On top of that, they never once had facial hair. Even in the history of Uchiha, he couldn’t remember a single person with a beard. Perhaps he would die his hair. Perhaps he would grow a beard as well. Though, he really did enjoy the soft smooth touch of his skin. It was like touching the butt of a newborn baby. He rubbed his palm against the freshly shaven skin and imagined what it would be like if a large patch of hair existed there instead before immediately deciding against the idea. He much preferred it this way, despite the amount of upkeep it required. He was no bum!
He grabbed his clothes, putting on his puffy shirt with the tunic over it. He would be going armor less today due to the fact that he would simply be waiting for attacks on the village rather than going out into their territory. He would be well fortified enough, being on home grounds. Due to the fact that he needed to be the Otokage, he forced himself to learn every single pothole of the village so that he could fight off an attacker at any given time in any given place. He spent lots of time simply walking the grounds and feeling the textures of the things in the surrounding areas. He had memorized nearly all of the plants in the area and was now working on the surfaces. His doorknob was the surface he remembered most however, touching it at least twice each day. And once again, he grabbed for it with Hobbes on his shoulder after dressing the cat in a cute outfit. He had on a pirate hat as well as an eyepatch over his left eye. He was a feline pirate. How adorable! Oboro blushed at the kitten. However, he had no time to admire his kitten. He made his way to the walls as he did every day. However, due to his lack of rush he would simply take the stairs today. He normally just walked vertically up the wall but Hobbes always dug his claws deep into the man’s right shoulder, leaving a mass amount of scar tissue. He had nearly no feeling in his skin there due to the dumb little kittens viscous claws piercing his skin. It was almost a bit ridiculous how deep those little things cut in skin. Before, when he first met Hobbes, the effect made Oboro tear up as they sank in. However now he was a bit more used to the knives on the cats hand.
On the way to the wall, Oboro stopped in his garden to pluck a rose from the bush. He avoided the thorns and lifted the flower to his nose, inhaling sharply as he smelled its deep aroma. How beautiful was the sense that the follow allowed. He lifted the rose to the nose of the tiger, though Hobbes simply sneezed and looked away. Oboro almost pitied him due to the lack of artistic talent the cat had. With paws, he couldn’t draw very well. He couldn’t yet form hand seals to jutsu either. Which meant Oboro’s only partner in combat for the moment would have to be Shinsui. Until Hobbes had seen enough experience, he would be relatively useless. However, at the moment he was rather fast and agile when it came to footwork. He only needed to work on his technique and he would be an astounding ninja. It was said that many pets were able to perform jutsu, but Oboro wondered how they would manage to make hand signs.
After climbing the stone steps to the wall, it was clear that the day would go by rather slow due to the lack of advances on the village. Oboro simply stood and practiced various tasks such as balancing on one finger to allow himself to focus his chakra in that fingertip. This would help his control immensely as at times he found it hard to control his chakra in his body during combat. This training not only built upper body strength, but also helped him to do just that, focus chakra in one part of his body. However, his training was cut short as a tree in the forest was knocked down by the shoulder of a single massive barbarian. Now it was time for all of the fun he had been waiting for to begin.
With Hobbes still on the wall, Oboro rushed down the wall and made his way for the man who easily was four hundred pounds. However, he was rather short for a barbarian. He seemed to be about six and a half feet in height. That took nothing away from his girth. He was probably the most muscular of the group that Oboro had seen thus far. He gulped as the man rushed at him with a club in hand, ducking as the man swung. From the ground, Oboro would activate his Sharingan and read the muscle movements of the colossal being before him, avoiding all the stomps that the man attempted to hit him with. The Uchiha bobbed and weaved through the feet as the monster attempted to crush him. Rolling was his biggest ally at the moment. From the ninja pouch kept on his side, Oboro pulled out a Kunai at the speed of light and slashed the tendons in the back of the knee of the giant man. However, the Kunai simply rubbed against the top layer of skin, slicing it but failing to remove any of the meat. From there, Oboro scooted backwards, behind the giant man. “Oh shit, you must be pretty well fed aren’t ya? Ya big brute.” He would say loudly to taunt the creature. The bald behemoth before him simply roared in anger from the childish ruses given by the Uchiha. Despite his poking fun of the monster before him, Oboro was actually quite nervous that his blades would be unable to pierce the flesh of the brute and he would be forced to exert chakra upon him.
With the kunai still in hand, Oboro sat on one knee, waiting for the beast to turn towards him, and when he did, Oboro launched himself at him. He slid under the titans pot belly, between his knees before rearing up behind the slow monster. He jumped off of his foot, using the man’s own waist as a boost. As he descended, the creature spun around, attempting to catch the agile Uchiha. With one hand in the air, the monster grasped for the ninja, only to be blindsided with a Kunai that was still in Oboro’s hand. The blade dug deep into the man’s eye, piercing his brain. Blood went all over the face of the boy, forcing his skin to be the same bright red as his hair. However, he was just happy that the beast was killed.