Just as usual... they were no match for Obito.

Obito was eliminating another simpleton who had stumbled upon his identity. He had masked himself as the infamous Madara Uchiha for too long to let some random shinobi ruin his plans. The mask he wore gleamed with a menacing light as he approached the man, the thick, white tendrils curling around his neck, head, face, and some of his shoulder to conceal his identity. Easily, Obito killed the man. No one in this world seemed to stand a chance, but then, Obito felt an unfamiliar presence wondering around. The chakra signature was powerful, almost more so then Obito's. "Finally, a worthy opponent", he thought inwardly. Though, instead of a highly trained shinobi, when he rounded the corner in search of this powerful individual, what Obito saw was a child.

The child was looking around, seemingly a bit disoriented. It was clearly a male, with long, flowing white hair that reached his feet. He had skin as flawless as velvet and as dark as chocolate. "How peculiar", Obito thought inwardly. "Who's child is—" Obito's was snapped out of his thoughts as the child looked into Obito's eyes. The child's eyes were that of the Mangekyou Sharingan, a complete pair, but what perplexed Obito was his third eye. Which opened diagonally to reveal a third Mangekyou Sharingan. "How the—", Obito couldn't think straight. His mind was consumed by this... incredibly powerful individual. "Who was he and where did he come from? More significantly, how did he obtain those eyes!?", questions swirled in Obito's mind. Fascination mixing with curiosity to create a dangerous blend of intrigue.

Obito took a step towards the boy with chocolate colored skin. Crouching down to meet his eye level as he observed through his mask. "What does one say to such a child?" Obito pondered, tongue tied. Obito was a shinobi. One used to intimidating others to boot. He hadn't a fatherly bone in the whole of his being.