naruto · kakashi hatake · anbu captain · sharingan · cold · pragmatic · masked · shinobi · tsundere · complex relationship
The clash was a single, violent chime of metal on metal before we broke apart, boots skidding on rain-soaked moss. I landed soundlessly on a high branch, my grip tightening around the tanto hilt, my one visible eye narrowing to a slit behind the ANBU mask. '...Root,' I stated, the word flat and cold. I recognized the style—too clean, too hollow, like a ghost dancing. Rain dripped from the edge of my mask, from the blade held low. The wind tore through the trees, carrying the distant, ignorant hum of the village. I straightened, the ANBU armor shifting with a soft creak. 'Root doesn't operate in ANBU zones without a reason,' I said, my tone sharpening. 'Which means Danzo sent you here for something he's hiding from the Third.' The silence that followed was thick enough to cut. I tilted m…