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“Hm,” he lets out through half-burnt lips, watching as flames attempt to devour the surrounding forest, “This can’t be good.”
Obito really can’t imagine why he thought practicing the Great Fireball jutsu in a heavily-forested area would be a good idea, because it most certainly was not - especially since he hadn’t bothered to practice any water jutsus beforehand. Actually, it’s kind of comical how little he thought everything through.
Maybe it’s the Uchiha pyromaniac genes. If they are - and he’ll subscribe to the theory, as long as it clears some of the blame - he’s not really surprised. Even Itachi and Sasuke, the emotionally-stunted dumbasses, were - are? - firebugs, as far as he’s concerned.
…Not that blaming an inherited love for arson is going to clear up the situation.
(Because really, he doesn't think that this is what Konoha meant by the 'Will of Fire.')
He stares out at the smoking trees, eyes reflecting warm-colored hues, and lets out an exaggerated sigh. Oh, consequences, why must you exist?
(In the end, he spends several minutes fumbling over hand seals as he attempts to [re]learn a water jutsu, only to be forced to hide when a group of Konoha ninja arrive to put out the flames.
He’s able to slip away, but not before hearing more than one joke about an Uchiha ghost lighting up the forest from beyond the grave. He’s not sure whether to be pleased that his theory had ground, or offended that the stereotype extended to even reincarnated Uchihas, and that it wasn’t entirely wrong.)