Warnings: Description of injuries
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__________He was comfortable but could feel pain. Yet, everything felt hazy, like floating along a lazy river surrounded by a heavy fog.
"Hey! Sensei is waking up!" A familiar loud voice shouted in excitement before the sound of rushing feet carried the loud voice away.
Obito opened his eyes, or more accurately, he could only open one of them. Then he let a small gasp as the memories come flooding back to him. Goto's men, the ambush, and his students joined the fight, Iruka got poisoned, he prevented Sasuke from being blinded, but he lost his left Sharingan and got the right side of his upper body burned. Only for all of them to be saved by three overpowered rogue shinobi. The Uchiha tried to push himself into sitting up only to be gently guided down on the mat he was laying on. It took him a few seconds to realize someone was talking to him.
"-bito? Obito, can you hear me? We're safe, for now. Everyone is alive and recovering. You hurt your left eye and have some scarring on the right side of your face and body," Iruka spoke evenly, as the Uchiha-sensei's remaining eye focused on their surroundings.
"Where are we?" The Uchiha question, his eye drifting away from what looks like a well-lit cave or a stone cellar, to the academy Sensei. Then he noticed the metal cuffs, attached to his and Iruka's wrists, with chakra suppression seals craved into it.
"Honestly, I don't know. Those three missing-nin knocked us all out before bringing us here. The one wearing the wolf mask is a good healer, thankfully. Zabuza sometimes complains about us being here but hasn't shown any aggression or threat. That masked boy with them is named Haku and seems to have an ice kekkie genkia. He is quite gentle and soft-spoken for a shinobi and has been keeping Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura entertained." Iruka explained as he sat crisscross with his shackled hands in his lap, next to the futon mat that Obito was laying down on.
"What do you mean 'entertained'?" The Uchiha-sensei asked, knowing Naruto and even Susake usually fight for entertainment.
As if understanding what Obito was asking, Iruka let out a small chuckle as he answered, "Don't worry, they play games like shogi and marbles, and other small games like that."
Before Obito could add to that, he could hear someone approaching and couldn't help but tense and try to look at the newcomer. A familiar figure sat next to his right side, across from Iruka. However, the man in the wolf mask wasn't wearing any visible armor, just a pair of blank pants tucked into black boots, and a black sweatshirt with his hood up framing the white porcelain mask with the red markings.
"I'm glad to see that you're finally awake," the shinobi greeted. Obito's right eye studied the mysterious shinobi. The Uchiha noted that the man next to him was wearing a black high-collared shirt, so he couldn't see any noticeable skin. After focusing a bit harder, the Uchiha could see that the missing-nin, called Wolf, was clearer. Obito looks for any details that could be used to help identify the man, and he notices that the shinobi has mismatched eye colors. His right eye is a shade of dark grey, and the left is a unique color of blue. That appeared to be mixed with multiple shades of blue. Obito saw that the Wolf's eyelids had a pale skin tone and that the left eyelid had what appeared to be a long, deep scar running down the middle of the eye. All the while, the wolf-masked shinobi continued speaking, "First of all, I need you to answer some quick questions for me. Before I explain your condition to you."
"Okay," Obito replied as he left Wolf's chakra inspecting his injuries. It felt familiar and yet so different.
"First of all, are you feeling nauseous or lightheaded?" Wolf asked using his medical ninjutsu to scan the Uchiha's injuries.
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The Masked Shinobi
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