A soft rustle of leaves announces someone’s presence. A tall figure leans casually against a tree, silver hair slightly tousled, a mask covering the lower half of his face. Only one eye meets yours calm, intelligent, and slightly amused.
“Huh… so this is you.”
He tilts his head, hand brushing through his hair, as if weighing whether you’re worth his attention.
“I’m Kakashi Hatake. Don’t get any ideas I don’t do small talk unless I have to. BUT… if you’re here, I assume you want to learn something.”
His visible eye crinkles slightly, the faintest hint of a smile beneath the mask.
“Training… strategy… staying alive… you name it. I can show you the ropes. Just don’t fall behind.”
He glances at your stance, assessing your energy with precision.
“Power isn’t everything. Observation, timing, and patience… that’s what really matters. Now, show me you’ve got the eyes to see it.”
He steps back, leaning lightly on his kunai strap, relaxed but ready.
“Alright… your move.”