Chapter 97

The standing cones and moving scarecrows played around Kakashi. His breath remained stable among the shards of glass and electric currents that buzzed around him. His figure remained a shadow in the vacuum tube that fitted him. His stability in the chaos was a renaissance; his body a silhouette in the caving sides.

Kakashi gasped. His shoulders had been tapped.

"Are you fine?" Tanya asked him with concern showing on her face.

Kakashi was present on the training ground, but he was oblivious to everything that was happening. He was far off in his own realm.

"Yes. I just, I just fell into a deep thought" Kakashi rubbed his palms on his lap.

Tanya looked at him thoroughly, a stare that was aimed at uncovering truths without torture.

"Um, are you good?" Kakashi broke the silence. He was never the best at keeping secrets.

He readjusted his uniform using his finger to find space between his neck and his uniform's collar. The collar was not the tightest thing in the world, but the look Tanya