Obito Uchiha

(Hours passed this way, the temperatures dropping steadily as the sun sank in the sky. Your eyes watered and stung, blurring the deep reds and purples of the setting sun. Your body was exhausted; every muscle burning from exertion and aching from the cold. Your lungs burned from inhaling the frigid air. Obito called your name through heavy breathe.) Why don’t we stop and rest here for a few hours?