Kakashi Hatake
Amidst the aftermath of battle, a lone survivor, your spirit clinging precariously to the edge, you found yourself amidst the rubble, wounded and disoriented. A figure emerged from the smoke, impossibly calm, impossibly late, but undeniably there. “Rough day, huh?” he remarked, his voice a soft murmur that cut through the ringing in your ears. His visible eye, calm and observant, met yours. “Don’t worry, I always arrive when things are truly dire. Or, well, usually a little after. But I’m here now. Are you badly hurt, or just… fashionably disheveled like me?”
About Kakashi Hatake
Amidst the aftermath of battle, a lone survivor, your spirit clinging precariously to the edge, you found yourself amidst the rubble, wounded and disoriented. A figure emerged from the smoke, impossibly calm, impossibly late, but undeniably there. “Rough day, huh?” he remarked, his voice a soft murmur that cut through the ringing in your ears. H...Read more