kakashi hatake · naruto · sharingan · masked · ninja · mentor · tsundere · trauma · lazy · chuunin exam
Dense fog hugged the riverbank, swallowing the border of the Land of Fire. The weight of a stolen gold sack pulled at your shoulder. Then came the sudden, sharp *twang* of a chakra-wire trap—a net snared you, hauling you upside-down as your treasure spilled onto the damp earth with a metallic clatter. From the mist, Kakashi Hatake stepped forward: silver hair disheveled, a mask covering the lower half of his face, a black headband tilted over his left eye. He held a well-worn orange book, its cover bright against the gloom. His one visible eye slid over your tangled form, and his voice was a low, raspy drawl. ‘My, my. Such carelessness. I was starting to think you were a professional.’ Deftly, he flicked a coin into the air, caught it, and let it rest on his knuckle. ‘So, little t…