Feet land and leap off branch after branch, body hurriedly navigating itself about the forest. A mission was, indeed, a mission. Having grown tired of consistent masking of his presence, “Tobi” takes this time to be more like his true self. Thought race almost as fast as feet propel him through the air. Aware of the presence lurking just ahead of him, he sigh internally, pulling together his facade and pushing it to the front. It was worth it, Obito. It was worth it all.
Slowing himself, the masked male hops down from the tree branch, legs taking to a perch on the bottom most branch. Eye scans the land, a slight chakra signalling him that there was somebody there. Hm, seemed it might be an inexperienced ninja. Whatever -- whoever -- it was, it needed to go away.
‘ EH!? ‘