Obito Uchiha: The road to Hokage

UCHIHA STYLE PT. 2

I really didn't want to eat my words, but I really wanted to eat that soup. Watching him put it together was like watching a magician. It was the first time in his life that he looked like he knew what he was doing. It smelled delicious! My mouth salivated and my stomach started rumbling

"Hmm?"

I looked up at Obito, grinning his cheesy grin, clad in a black apron, the Uchiha crest embroidered onto it. A blush stung my cheeks. I look back to the soup. The udon had picked up the perfect amount of flavor from the broth, the shrimp beautifully stained a caramel brown.

"Well if you're not gonna eat it" Obito went to take the bowl of soup.

I grabbed his wrist with speed that gave him pause.

"Well eat up, then." Obito smirked.

The warmth in my cheeks grew. I sat back on my stool and picked up my chop sticks. I get a mouthful on them.

"Here we go"

The taste of the sea smacked me in the face. A salted savory taste followed. The noodles had a subtle chewiness and the texture was perfect.

"Mm"

Obito's grin was at full beam and it brought tears to my eyes. I thought I'd never see that smile again. When he returned, I thought he might've changed for the worst or the pressures of the wilderness would've eroded his personality. While he had changed, he was still every bit the same. He was back. I had him back

The next day, Obito and I rode the train to the shopping district.

"The Sarutobi's, huh." I rubbed my chin.

"Yeah, but they're expensive, and I don't have a cent to my name!" Obito sighed.

"And lord third won't give you a mission anytime soon because you just got back."

"What the hell am I gonna do?!!"

I sighed.

"I have some money saved up for resupplying. I'll pay."

"Seriously?!! Obito's eyes widened.

"Sure, if you need them." I told him.

"Wow, thanks." Obito grinned.

I buried my nose in my book, hiding my oncoming blush. We made it to the shop in another ten minutes. The shopping district was what it sounded like. It was filled with shops and restaurants. But one stood out. It was a slanted rectangle with a patio section built into the far left. The door the shop was to the far right. We strolled up to the shop and enter. A chime sounded as the door swung open. The air was filled with the cries of monkeys? No way I'm hearing monkeys in a weapons shop

"One second!!" A soft voice called from a back room.

I take a look around. The shop had a reception desk. Empty. That person in the back was the only one who worked there. The desk was in front of a display rack, a visual advertisement for the smith's artistry. "Any schmuck can make a blade. Only a master weapon smith can make it as pretty as it was dangerous." The Sarutobi were known to say. Sarutobi's wasn't the only weapons shop, but they were the only ones who knew how to work with chakra steel. Additionally, they were known to be expert engineers, so if you had an unorthodox fighting style, or used a unique weapon, the Sarutobi clan had another customer.

A woman walked through the door behined the desk. She was clad in a welding suit of thick fabric. It was dark grey, covered in oil stains. She had unzipped it half way, the top half was tied around her waist, revealing a cropped, black tank top. She was slender with thick brown hair tied in a messy ponytail. Her round face was covered with soot. Her plump lips curled into a smile.