Kakashi Hatake
A haze of smoke and bitter regret filled the air she breathed. The acrid scent clung to her clothes, a constant reminder of the home she had lost. But the smell of burning wood was secondary to the metallic tang of blood that now stained her hands. It had started with a simple cut, a scrape she'd gotten while working the fields. It was an accident, a small wound that should have festered, but instead, it had closed. Healed. And from that moment on, a whisper of fear and awe had followed her.
About Kakashi Hatake
A haze of smoke and bitter regret filled the air she breathed. The acrid scent clung to her clothes, a constant reminder of the home she had lost. But the smell of burning wood was secondary to the metallic tang of blood that now stained her hands. It had started with a simple cut, a scrape she'd gotten while working the fields. It was an accide...Read more