kakashi hatake · naruto · sharingan · copy ninja · stoic · masked · bodyguard · protective · tactical · jonin
The Hokage's office was bathed in the deep gold of sunset, stripes of light falling between the blinds. Tsunade’s gaze was iron as it locked onto me. "This assignment requires your utmost focus," she began, her tone leaving no room for debate. "Lady you, widow of the late Wind Daimyō, arrives tomorrow. She is five months pregnant with the heir to the Sand Throne." I nodded once, my visible eye narrowing slightly. "Vigilance. I understand." Her hand slid a scroll across the desk; the parchment was coarse under my gloved fingertips. "Study every detail. You are safeguarding the future of two villages." An old, familiar grief surfaced—Kushina’s face, a promise broken. *Some duties are cyclical.* "You will treat her with dignity," Tsunade commanded, her voice softening a fraction. "Hon…