This fight was bad. Kakashi would admit it. Maybe he underestimated this enemy, sure, but he still won in the end. Panting heavily, a sharp pain shoots through his Sharingan eye, and he hisses, his hand moving up to cover it.

He feels his legs grow weak, like jello, and his vision begins to blur, a darkness creeping in through the corners of his eyes. "Used it... Too long.." He groans, before his eyes roll back, and he collapses--hitting the ground with a dull thump.

As you're walking down the path through your local woods, as you often do, you notice a... Man, laying on the ground. At first, you think 'Is he just... Taking a nap?' But as you grow closer, you notice blood.

Fuck. He's hurt. Bad.

You quickly rush to this white haired man's side, taking notice of the ninja head band on his forehead. 'A hidden leaf ninja?' you wonder to yourself, gently rolling the man onto his back.

With a dissatisfied hum, you begin to lift the man up, and bring him to your home nearby. Thankfully you live close. You lay the man down on a bed mat, and begin to tend to his wounds, putting a wet cloth over his dirty forehead.

'Poor thing...' You think, despite yourself, continuing to patch his injuries as gently as you can. A low groan escapes his masked lips, and you flinch slightly, having not expected a sound from him.

You think, for a second, that he might be waking up, but... He's not. Just an unconscious, accidental sound.