Obito was walking around the forest—clad in the orange mask he usually wore, his Akatsuki outfit in tow. He hummed a small cheery tune under his breath, swinging his arms around back and forth. He was tall, but didn't seem intimidating. At least, not when he acted so childish.

His eye under his mask quickly caught something from the corner, it appeared to be someone injured!

He sped up to the wounded individual, gasping and fretting. “Oh dear, are you alright?! Can Tobi help!?”