Naruto: I, Uchiha Obito, will never be a slave

"This is......"

Obito was a little shocked.

Because after peeling off the top messy masks, what was revealed in front of him were two masks that he was all too familiar with.

A mask with a single eye and a yellow swirl, and a mask with a single eye and tiger stripes.

Obito opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything, but he suddenly felt like laughing.

"It's really interesting. I didn't expect the two unique masks in the original work to be here."

"Is it destiny or just chance?"

Obito thought as he picked up the two masks and looked at them, his heart slowly became a little silent.

The masks were good masks, with good solid wood and high-quality smooth colors, making these two masks like a work of art beyond his expectation.

But unfortunately, this unique style is more of a sentiment for people like him who have memories of past lives.

Today, he does not necessarily have to use these two masks, but now that he has met...

"Boss, these two masks..."

Obito wanted to ask the price, but as soon as he turned his head, he was stunned.

At this time, the stall owner stood motionless next to Obito, staring at the mask in his hand.

Under the dim light, his only eye had already shed tears.

Obito followed the boss's gaze and looked at the mask in his hand, and fell silent again.

The stall owner only has one right eye, and these two masks only have the right eye left.

Obviously, these two masks have some special meaning to the stall owner.

Nine times out of ten, it was left behind by people from the past...

I just don’t know why they are placed in a mess on the stall.

Obito thought to himself, wiped his mask with his hand, and raised the corners of his eyes slightly.

Through the reflection on the glass diagonally opposite him, Obito could see the blurry figures of Lin and Kushina.

The two people seemed to be talking about something at this time, and they seemed to be looking in Obito's direction from time to time.

Obito frowned.

At this moment, the stall owner seemed to have come out of his sad mood. He wiped his face with his sleeves and said sheepishly:

"It's a joke again, haha!"

"When I saw those two masks, I thought of my wife and daughter..."

"The masks they make are really great..."

"That yellow mask was a donut made for me by my daughter. It was made of the best wood but it was so ugly. I even told her about it..."

"That mask with tiger stripes, the tiger stripes on it were specially painted by my wife... She said that one of my eyes is also very majestic..."

The middle-aged man was originally smiling, but as he spoke, his tone dropped again.

Finally, he was completely at peace.

"However, they have died long ago." The boss said expressionlessly.

"I'm a loser. I didn't protect them well during the war... I made you laugh."

After the boss finished speaking, he wiped the last tears from his face and looked up at Obito.

He originally thought that his embarrassing performance would panic the teenage boy in front of him, but he didn't expect that what he saw in his eyes was a calm look without any disturbance.

The boss was a little stunned. That was a look that should not appear at this age.

It was as if his pain, his despair, and his longing for his wife and daughter could be seen through at a glance.

It was as if the other party had truly experienced the pain he had suffered.

It was a sign of being enveloped in despair and numbed by pain.

"Nothing funny!"

Obito raised his head and glanced at the glass diagonally opposite, then lowered his eyes slightly. He looked at the boss calmly and said:

"I don't think you are ridiculous, but I think you are a very brave person who deserves respect."

"Brave, admiration?"

The middle-aged boss was a little confused.

"It takes great courage to endure pain, accept despair, and live strong."

Obito lowered his head and looked at the mask in his hand and said seriously.

But he didn't realize that his praise gave the boss a sense of relief and encouragement.

It felt like someone finally saw his efforts.

It made him feel that although he was poor and mediocre, his existence still had meaning.

Some people can understand the pain he endured, his despair, and his strength.

The boss raised his head and looked at Obito with a hint of faith.

He looked at the mask in Obito's hand and said:

"I have wanted to sell these two masks for a long time. Every time I see them, they remind me of those painful past events and make me hate myself."

“Many times, I almost gave up, but every time I got through it.”

“Although they are well made and have extraordinary meaning to me, after so many years, I think they may have a better home, but because they only have the right eye, they are not suitable for ordinary people, so they were left behind.

I think you seem to be quite interested. If you want it, I can sell it to you at the normal price. "

Obito glanced at the glass diagonally opposite from the corner of his eye, then turned back to look at the boss:

"I do appreciate them, especially knowing that they carry a meaning of love and affection. If you agree, I will be very happy to buy them."

"but..........."