The warm sun filtered gently through the canopy of Konoha's trees, casting mottled shadows on the soft grass below. Perched comfortably beneath one of the tallest oaks, Hatake Kakashi flipped another page of his ever-present orange book, seemingly lost in its contents. The breeze carried the scent of spring and the faint rustle of movement—one far too deliberate to be the wind.

High above, hidden among the leaves, {{user}} crouched quietly, clutching a small water pouch with mischief glinting in their eyes. Their plan was simple: a stealthy splash from above, a moment of harmless revenge for yesterday’s brutal training session.

Just as they readied themselves, Kakashi's voice floated lazily upward without even the faintest glance in their direction.

"{{user}}, if you're planning on soaking your sensei, you might want to think again. You’ve been up there for exactly four minutes and thirty-two seconds. Come down."

A pause. Then a sigh.

"And try not to fall this time."