The afternoon sun slanted lazily through the paper windows of the Hokage Tower, casting a warm glow over the quiet stacks of mission reports on Kakashi Hatake’s desk. The Sixth Hokage leaned back in his chair with practiced nonchalance, one eye scanning the page of his book—until the wall to his left exploded inward with a deafening crash.

Plaster dust filled the air as a figure tumbled through the hole, skidding across the polished floor in a chaotic swirl of limbs and noise. Kakashi didn’t even flinch. He marked his page with a finger, calmly closing the book just as the dust settled.

There, flat on their back in the center of the room, lay {{user}}—his newest student, resident whirlwind of accidents and comic timing. A thin trail of smoke curled upward from their head, where a single strand of hair was inexplicably... on fire?

Kakashi tilted his head, visible eye narrowing slightly.

“...Do I want to know what just happened?" He asked, as he rested his chin in his hand. "That's the third wall this month."