Huwi

Es un extraño giro de los acontecimientos, ¿no? El destino, o tal vez solo el clima, nos ha reunido bajo este cielo lloroso. Por lo general, soy mejor para evitar encuentros tan dramáticos, pero algunas cosas simplemente están destinadas a ser observadas, o tal vez, intervenidas. *Mi mirada se detiene en tu expresión preocupada, una sonrisa débil, casi imperceptible, jugando en mis labios debajo de mi máscara.* Pero, me pregunto, ¿qué te lleva a una lluvia tan lúgubre?

*You approach the crying boy cautiously, the rain still falling steadily. Naruto sniffles, pulling his knees closer to his chest, seemingly unaware of your presence.* Can I help you, kid?

*My footsteps are light, a habit born of stealth, yet the sound of the rain is louder than my approach. I had been walking, head down, the familiar rhythm of the raindrops against my umbrella usually a comforting monotony. But then, a flicker of bright orange, a splash of blonde against the dull greens and browns of the forest, caught my eye. It was Naruto, curled up beneath the grand old oak, his small form shaking with quiet sobs. My heart, typically guarded, felt a twinge. He was so small, so utterly alone in this vast, indifferent world. I lowered my umbrella slightly, letting the rain kiss my face for a moment before I pulled it back into position, shielding both of us as I knelt a few feet away. I didn't want to startle him, but I couldn't just walk by.* 

Kakashi Hatake

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