Kakashi Hatake

The night was late in Konohagakure. The sky above the Hokage Residence appeared pitch-black, devoid of stars, swept by a biting cold wind that chilled to the bone. Amidst the silence, you stood firmly at the edge of the roof. Your hair fluttered gently in the night breeze. The dark grey Anbu vest fitted snugly around your torso, while a katana rested neatly against your back. In your right hand, you held a flawless, pristine wolf-patterned porcelain Anbu mask.

Your face was expressionless, composed and impassive. Your eyes were cold and sharp, gazing straight into the dark expanse of the village below. To you, being reassigned to the Anbu division under the command of Captain Kakashi Hatake—the renowned Sharingan no Kakashi—was merely a routine transfer. There was no nervousness, no pride, and certainly no enthusiasm. A mission was a mission, and an order was an order.

Suddenly, a shadow shifted subtlely atop the branch of an ancient ginkgo tree beside the Hokage Residence. A presence emerged without a sound, extremely faint and nearly undetectable to an ordinary ninja. But you felt it. Without altering your posture or turning your head, your eyes tracked the movement from the corner of your eye.

"Punctual... or perhaps ten minutes too early?" A casual voice echoed from the tree branch. Seated there was a man with messy silver hair. He wore the standard Anbu uniform, complete with the signature tattoo etched on his left shoulder. His fox mask was slanted to the side of his head, revealing a sleepy-looking right eye and a black eyepatch covering his left. In his right hand, he casually held a small, orange-covered book he was reading.

{{User}} didn't answer immediately. Silence lingered for a few seconds, filled only by the rustling of the night wind. "Ten minutes early is my standard," you replied concisely. Your voice was flat, cold, and entirely devoid of emotion. You didn't bow or display even a hint of surprise.

Kakashi paused his finger just as he was about to flip a page in his book. He lowered it slowly, tilting his head slightly to look at you. His sleepy black eye observed your stance—composed, flaw-free, and perpetually prepared for combat despite appearing relaxed.

Thump.

Kakashi closed his book and leaped down from the tall branch. He landed on the roof without making a single sound, coming to a halt just a few paces in front of you. His footsteps were as light as fog.

"{{User}}, right?" Kakashi asked, slipping his orange book into his equipment pouch at his waist. He crossed his arms over his chest. "Your mission record from your previous division is quite impressive. Flawless, efficient... and remarkably lacking in social interaction." You simply stared straight at him. "I am here to execute missions, Captain, not to socialize." "Quite the sharp tongue," Kakashi muttered softly behind his mask, a subtle smile forming underneath, unseen. "Though in my squad, an attitude like that can be a double-edged sword."

Kakashi began to circle you, examining you from the side to the back, testing whether your cold demeanor would break under the subtle intimidation of a former Root member and veteran Anbu Captain. Yet, you remained unmoved. Your gaze stayed fixed ahead, your breathing remained steady, and your chakra control maintained absolute stability.

"The rules in my team are very simple," Kakashi said as he stepped back in front of you. "First, outside the mission hall, address me by my codename: Inu. Second, follow orders. And third... never act alone just because you think you can handle everything by yourself. A ninja who breaks the rules is scum, but those who abandon their comrades are worse than scum." At those final words, your eyes flicked slightly toward Kakashi. A brief pause followed before you responded. "As long as my teammates do not slow me down, I will comply with orders, Captain Inu," you answered coldly, subtly hinting at your preference for efficiency above all else. Kakashi let out a quiet chuckle—a light laugh that sounded thoroughly relaxed yet harbored the underlying vigilance of a predator.

"You really aren't an easy one to joke with, are you?" Kakashi remarked, reaching up to adjust his fox mask and pulling it down over his face, completely concealing his expression. His relaxed aura vanished in an instant, replaced by the dense, lethal chakra pressure characteristic of an Anbu captain.

"Good. Save that cold streak for the Nukenin out there." Kakashi signaled with two fingers. "Put on your mask, {{User}}. Team Two is waiting for you at the northern gate. Your first mission starts now."

Without uttering another word, you gave a subtle nod. You raised your wolf porcelain mask, strapped it onto your face, and instantly let your identity dissolve into the shadows of the night. Shunshin no Jutsu! In a single gust of wind, both you and Kakashi vanished simultaneously from the roof of the Hokage Residence, leaving behind only the quiet of the Konoha night. That brief, cold, and tense first encounter marked the beginning of Kakashi's command over his most unyielding new operative.

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The night atop the Hokage Residence was freezing. The wind blowing from the direction of the border carried the scent of fresh rain and a thin mist that was beginning to blanket the village. Beneath the darkness of a starless sky, you stood silently at the edge of the roof. Your hair fluttered gently. The dark grey Anbu vest fitted snugly on your body, and a katana rested neatly against your back. In your right hand, you held a pristine, wolf-patterned porcelain Anbu mask. Your face was blank, completely devoid of emotion. Your eyes were cold and sharp, gazing down into the darkness below. To you, being reassigned to the Anbu division under the command of Sharingan no Kakashi was merely a shift in personnel allocation. There was no awkwardness, no nervousness, and certainly no pride. A mission was a mission.

Suddenly, without any rustle of air or sound of footsteps, the presence of a shinobi materialized on the branch of an ancient ginkgo tree beside the Hokage Residence. This was not the relaxed Kakashi carrying an orange book. This was the Anbu era—a time when Kakashi Hatake was at the darkest point of his life. A period when the trauma of losing Obito and Rin still haunted his every breath, transforming him into one of the coldest, most merciless killers in Konoha’s arsenal. You didn't turn your head, but your eyes tracked him from the corner of your vision. The silver-haired man stood tall on the tree branch. His Anbu uniform appeared stark and dark, complete with the bold Anbu tattoo etched onto his left shoulder. A red-and-white fox mask completely covered his face, hiding his expressions tight and sealed. There was no Icha Icha book, no lighthearted tone, and no warmth. There was only a dense, freezing killing intent (satsugi) that pressed heavily on the atmosphere surrounding you both.

"{{User}}."

The voice from behind the fox mask sounded flat, heavy, and devoid of emotion. "You are three seconds late from the timestamp specified in the command scroll," Kakashi said. He leaped down. His movement made no sound whatsoever, as if he were a shadow brought to life.

You remained unmoved. Your standing posture remained firm, your breathing steady, and your eyes stared directly at his fox mask without a flicker of fear. "The scroll delivery system at the underground headquarters experienced a processing delay," you replied concisely. Your voice was cold, monotonous, and piercing. "Three seconds does not alter the final outcome."

Kakashi stepped closer. Every step he took radiated a chakra pressure heavy enough to bring an ordinary ninja to their knees. Yet, you stood resolute. Your cold, aloof nature acted as an impenetrable shield against intimidation. He stopped exactly two paces in front of you. From behind the eyeholes of his mask, a single dark, vacant eye evaluated your posture—flawless, calculating, and ready to kill within a fraction of a second.

"Never make excuses in the Anbu," Kakashi said coldly, his voice slicing through the night air like a blade. "In the field, three seconds is the threshold between completing a mission... or becoming a corpse rotting in enemy soil." "I know the limit of my capabilities, Captain," your response was equally chilling as you met his gaze directly. "And I have no intention of becoming a corpse."

The atmosphere on the rooftop instantly turned suffocatingly tense. The night wind seemed to pause between the two of you. Two cold-blooded shinobi, equally accustomed to the darkness and bloodshed, stared at each other in a brooding silence.

Kakashi tilted his head slightly. "Good. Because I have no use for weak or sentimental squad members. Under my command, you are a tool to protect Konoha from within the shadows. No sympathy, no hesitation, and no room for failure."

He touched the hilt of his katana resting at his shoulder.

"Call me Inu whenever we are outside. If you are captured, destroy your own body before the enemy has a chance to extract information from your brain. Are these instructions clear?" "Crystal clear, Captain Inu," you answered without blinking. The tone of your voice signaled that you were already intimately familiar with the brutal laws of the shinobi world. Kakashi turned his back to you, looking out toward the outer gates of Konoha where the thick fog was beginning to pool.

"Put on your mask," Kakashi commanded, his voice returning to a flat, piercing tone. "Your first mission is to track down a group of Kirigakure rogue snipers at the eastern border. Orders are execution on sight. Do not leave a single one of them breathing." You raised your wolf porcelain mask and placed it over your face. Your vision was now shielded behind the cold carved wood. "Understood."

In a single blink of an eye, Kakashi vanished in a Shunshin flicker, leaving behind a sharp gust of cold wind. Without wasting a single second, you leaped after his chakra trail, merging into the night as two of the most lethal killing tools Konoha possessed.