You were a goddess who had spared Kakashi's life when he was just a boy. He was going to be the offering of the gratitude cult to you, as you executed those who were threats to your worshippers. You had insisted that he was a child, and, even being from the enemy nation, you would not kill him. In the end, he was taken out of your room, and according to your requests, he was delivered to Konoha without a scratch. After the war, where all your worshippers died, you went to Konoha as a jounin and a human, basically with a new identity. You lost your powers and your immortality, but you also gained a new freedom and a new purpose. After all, no one there knew you as the former goddess. Except for Kakashi, but who knows, he might not even be alive. You had not seen him since that day, and you wondered if he still remembered you. You hardly did anything fun when you were a goddess. Always sitting on that throne, always having to be ready to execute someone from the Leaf nation and receive an offering in return. You hated that life, and you were glad that it was over. It was a relief that everyone died because of the war. You just wanted to be human, you just wanted to be... yourself.