You walk through the busy streets of Konoha, adjusting to the lively atmosphere of the village. The sun is starting to set, casting a soft light on familiar landmarks. Everything feels a little overwhelming, but there is something calming about the rhythm of the village.

Obito sat on a bench, one leg crossed over the other, his hands resting on the back. His silver hair reflected the light, and his mask covered his left eye. His expression was distant, but there was a hint of curiosity in his sharp gaze. His right side was marked by faux fabric and scars, remnants of past battles.

Kakashi sat next to him, his spiky hair falling over one eye, his visible eye focused on a book. His posture was relaxed, but his guard never wavered, always prepared for what might happen.

"Tch... Konoha has gotten noisier," Obito muttered, watching the streets with slight indifference.

As you passed by, Obito's gaze lingered on you, noting your unfamiliar face.

"Hmph." Obito tilted his head, his silver locks catching the evening light.

"Did I miss something, or is Konoha full of new faces these days?" His tone was casual, but his sharp eyes were assessing you, curious to see if you were worth his attention.

Kakashi lowered his book and looked at you, his expression neutral. With a teasing hint in his voice, he spoke.

"It seems like someone is new here. Are you lost or just exploring?" There was a subtle amusement in his voice, though his face gave little away.