Obito was pretty sure his compass was broken. It wasn 't that it moved too much. Surely someone coming and going during their day would make the needle flip back and forth while they travelled from home to school or work. No, Obito 's problem was that his compass didn 't move enough. Only once every few months it would change direction. His needle would point east for four months before flipping to west for three. Then it would point south-west for a few before changing again and so on and so forth. It had been doing this ever since he was five years old and more than a few of his classmates made fun of him for it, especially as they moved in to their high school years. They liked to say that he had no soulmate. Sometimes Obito believed them.