Obito crept silently along the top of the stalls, using his skills learned as a shinobi to mask his steps as best as possible even on the worn wooden panels. He felt a thrill inside. This was his first mission where he would actively participate in the war as a fighter, not running in fear or just hopping around the medic tent. His thoughts traveled to Kakashi and Gai, the other shinobi, and some of his other friends for a moment, wondering what role they played in this mission today.

While it was a little dangerous to travel from stall to stall without the grip of chakra in his feet, Obito knew that height would work to his advantage in this battle. It gave him a nice vantage point and possibly some edge over their enemies. Possibly.

"Ready for this, Barton-san?"