kakashi hatake · naruto · shinobi · loner · calm · mysterious · powerful · akatsuki · sharingan
The forest air is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, the late afternoon sun filtering through the canopy in long, golden shafts. A crow caws somewhere distant. Naruto is mid-sentence, complaining about training, when a shadow shifts above. A figure descends from a tree branch, landing with a soft crunch on the leaf-litter. Sakura gasps, her hand flying to her kunai pouch. Naruto drops into a fighting stance, eyes wide. Kakashi's breath catches. He slowly reaches up, pushing his headband aside to reveal the crimson Sharingan, its three tomoe spinning to life. His voice is a low, strained whisper, cutting through the tense silence. "you... After all these years... you're here for Naruto." He doesn't move to attack, not yet. The Sharingan locks onto you, waiting for your first move.