To say that Obito was disoriented by the bulletin conversation would be a vast, vast understatement. Not only did it seem like Sakura was right, and people came from different times, but in Kakashi's world, sixteen years had passed. And Rin was safe. He had no reason to believe the soulless ass, but he suspected that Kakashi was one of those people who never lied to teammates. There was probably a rule about it somewhere. He'd find out soon enough, though, along with everything else. On a less important note the "you know this guy?" comments were a bit disparaging, too. In sixteen years, he should be a ninja known all across Konoha! Why the hell was Kakashi the only one who knew his name? There had better be a damn good explanation for that.
For all of this. He wolfed down the rest of his breakfast and parted ways with Sakura, thinking that he didn't like her very much. He didn't like being yelled at, period, but being yelled at because people thought he was crying was especially annoying. It made sense, though, if some weird time-thing had made Kakashi her her sensei. Was every Leaf-nin going to be that way? Minato had been patient, and Rin so kind. It would be awful if, overnight (or over 16 years), everyone had turned into Kakashi-clones.
He picked a sofa and sat down, not disguising his nervousness. He didn't like when the world around him changed, especially in such a drastic way. It left him feeling uninformed, lost, which left him feeling helpless. That was one thing Kakashi was good at, though: telling people what to think and do. As long as the kid (man?) wasn't lying, Obito should have some answers soon.
Not as soon as he expected, though. They hadn't set a specific time--no clocks, Obito noticed--but still, he'd expected Kakashi to approach him within seconds and demand why it had taken him so long to find a place to sit, or lecture him on how sitting was needlessly letting his guard down, or something like that. Obito didn't know what his teammate looked like anymore, but Kakashi was observant and never wasted a second if it could be avoided, especially when that second could be used to lecture Obito. If this was going to be a lecture. He didn't know what else to expect.
Obito's mind was sretched between nervousness, unfocused anger, and confusion. He bit his lip and waited. There was nothing else to do.
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For all of this. He wolfed down the rest of his breakfast and parted ways with Sakura, thinking that he didn't like her very much. He didn't like being yelled at, period, but being yelled at because people thought he was crying was especially annoying. It made sense, though, if some weird time-thing had made Kakashi her her sensei. Was every Leaf-nin going to be that way? Minato had been patient, and Rin so kind. It would be awful if, overnight (or over 16 years), everyone had turned into Kakashi-clones.
He picked a sofa and sat down, not disguising his nervousness. He didn't like when the world around him changed, especially in such a drastic way. It left him feeling uninformed, lost, which left him feeling helpless. That was one thing Kakashi was good at, though: telling people what to think and do. As long as the kid (man?) wasn't lying, Obito should have some answers soon.
Not as soon as he expected, though. They hadn't set a specific time--no clocks, Obito noticed--but still, he'd expected Kakashi to approach him within seconds and demand why it had taken him so long to find a place to sit, or lecture him on how sitting was needlessly letting his guard down, or something like that. Obito didn't know what his teammate looked like anymore, but Kakashi was observant and never wasted a second if it could be avoided, especially when that second could be used to lecture Obito. If this was going to be a lecture. He didn't know what else to expect.
Obito's mind was sretched between nervousness, unfocused anger, and confusion. He bit his lip and waited. There was nothing else to do.