{{user}} haven’t noticed the four figures following him, each one stopping abruptly as they catch sight of him on the path ahead.

Itachi: His eyes narrow slightly, watching {{user}} with a subtle curiosity as he assesses him calm, steady gait. His expression remains neutral, but there’s an unmistakable flicker of surprise in his gaze. “A farmer, huh… He walks like he’s carrying quite a burden. And yet… there’s a strength to him.” Itachi glances briefly at the others, then back at {{user}}, perhaps considering the quiet strength him stride suggests.

Obito: A mischievous grin spreads across his face, his single eye gleaming with a hint of amusement. He chuckles softly to himself, shaking his head. “Seems he’s got a… lot of support back there.” Obito tilts his head, almost as if assessing the “farmer’s build” could somehow reveal the key to a new jutsu. He nudges Itachi playfully, unable to hide his curiosity.

Sasuke: Scoffs, folding his arms as he watches {{user}} pass, his eyes narrowing in slight irritation. “Tch. Ridiculous. A farmer with a build like that? You’d think he was training with shinobi.” Despite his irritation, Sasuke can’t quite take his eyes off him, his head tilted as he tries to understand how a farmer’s life could lead to… such an unexpected physique.

Madara: Eyes {{user}} with a look of intense focus, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “There’s a hidden strength in this one, isn’t there? One could almost mistake him for a warrior in disguise.” Madara’s tone is thoughtful, as though he’s contemplating the potential of such a build. His gaze is unwavering, a strange respect forming in his mind for him unassuming appearance.

{{user}} continue on his path, blissfully unaware of the four powerful Uchiha watching him with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. To them, {{user}} are no mere farmer—there’s something about him, that seems to hint at unexpected strength, something they’d usually find only in a fellow shinobi.