The gates creaked open as the students emerged from the prestigious academy. From a distance, Kakashi could envision Jiro's discontented countenance.“Why was he feeling discontent?” He contemplated. If anything, he is fortunate to have received a pardon, a stroke of luck that cannot be overlooked. Being the son of Master Yonda undoubtedly plays a significant role in his current situation. This familial connection carries weight and influence that could sway outcomes in his favor.His thoughts delved into abysses deeper than the oceans. Where was his final resting place? Did he truly find rest? How did I become the bearer of his death? What if, perchance, I am not the murderer... No, the responsibility undoubtedly falls upon me. Suke may possess formidable healing abilities, yet he witnessed firsthand the magnitude of Lord Zodiac's power when it overcame his very being.“How do they even cross my mind?” Kakashi thought out loud. As he pondered this question, memories from his past fl

Have I done the right thing? Kakashi looked at the figure of Jiro who walked ahead like a man on a mission - a different mission. What if what I said makes him do something stupid? Hey. It’s Jiro. I’ll probably do something more stupid before he does. But then-- no buts, focus. Kakashi hung his head back, taking a deep breath to help him clear his mind. “Shh, stay quiet everyone.” Jiro stealthily walked through the silent path, turning his head with each step to catch the evil he sensed. He dragged out his sword with care not to be heard, the steel kissing its scabbard before piercing the sky with its pointed tip that dripped with Doctor Hiro’s blood.“Stay here,” Jiro instructed everyone, calmly. “You cannot go in there alone. If you feel something, I am coming in with you. And before you decline, this is not an offer, it is an order.” Kokohashi floated by Jiro’s rooted frame. Jiro clenched his jaws, his grip loosening on his falling sword. He wanted to do this alone, he wanted no

The chirping of birds and the irritating buzzing of flies were the only sounds the forest could hear. Crimson uniforms stained the water with washed blood, and bodies floated on the surface, alongside the monsters that fell. “Isn’t it funny that they are no longer fighting now?” Kakashi was confused by her question, but he listened without interrupting her. “I mean, they were once humans too. They didn’t choose to be the way they ended up. It’s just sad we have to do what we have to do. Hopefully, no one else has to turn into a demon.” Tanya walked away ahead of him. Kakashi watched her disappear into the night with a feeling of guilt weighing heavily on him. He turned around to see the bodies that floated peacefully. “Thank you for what you did, you made it quick for us to go back home,” Greg lightened his mood. “How did you do that? Are you training more than us or do you have something we don’t?” He peered at Kakashi with genuine interest in unveiling the mystery behind him dest

"Aargh!" His palms consoled his head in an embrace. Whoosh! A fast swipe past his face spun his legs in an unnatural position. Realization dawned on him, his senses weren't just heightened, the senses weren't just an ability of his, they were a part of him. Amused by his superfast reflexes, he gracefully extends his arms beneath his gaze. "Ha-ha," a soft chuckle hinted at the tone of power he could now control. "Look out!" "Wow," the admiration of Kakashi's maneuver was unprotected in its escape from his parted lips. Kakashi pivoted back to face Daishi. His spiky hair fell on his face, water, and blood trickling down. He glanced back again at the monster that sunk into the water. "I came back for you," Kakashi uttered. "I can see that." Daichi shivered with cold. His boots were filled with heavy sand as he moved. "Hey, thank you." He stopped by Kakashi, filled with gratitude. Kakashi nodded. He watered the flames of pride that threatened to curve up his lips. "Control,

The day began with a knock sounding far away in his head. An uninvited guest showed up at the wrong time, because this was definitely a wrong time. He tossed on his bed, drowning the knock that got louder… and louder with his pillow, a failed attempt at stopping the ache. His face buried into the soft foam that massaged his sleepy eyes and ringing head. He clawed on the bed with his toe nails in frustration. "Aargh!" He vented his anger to the walls of his room as he was forced out of bed with the persistent headache he felt. His face contorted into a frown as he tasted his breath, "Oh, no."He got up from his bed dragging his head along with him. The reflection of drool down the edges of his mouth stared at him. He stared back with confusion written over the lines drawn up on his face. He scrubbed his mouth again, "Why has it not come off? Oh boy!" He scrunched his face, oxygen forcing his nostrils to stay open despite the foul smell."That is the mirror, fool!" The door slammed c