The life of Kakashi Hatake

The REAL training begins!

I had simply crossed the village to my home, eyes lenient on moving animals and swaying trees, but remained sharp and vigilant. Since that Ninja had come, there must be more, based on his low-rate skillset. I yawned and opened the door, paying little attention to the room, and sat on my bed. Off came my vest, but that was all my tired body could manage. I'd been rather sleepy, I'd noticed.

A wave of immense pressure lulled me into a laying position. I'm too lethargic to even read.... I sigh, eyes getting heavier by the second. The thought had crossed my mind to train the kids a little more, harsher, even. Those Ninja might attack the village. Or...are they planning on stealing? That one Ninja seemed to be staking out...or...possibly...Checking to see if any threats could take them down, so they could allow others to come? The haze of drunken-like thoughts overtake my head, and I sigh and let myself slumber.

I woke up, feeling like a busy bee, ready and full of energy! I rise from my bed and shake on my vest, tracing the symbol on the side. I steadily make my way out and to each pupil's house. The other two complied without (much) questioning, but as I walk to Naruto's door---I hear a slight crack of wood and grunt in bewilderment.

"NARUTO, YOU IDIOT! ALWAYS BREAKING SOMETHING! GET OUT HERE, YOU OAF!" Sakura croaks.

I shudder at the thought of her being a mother. Mine, especially. How cold and brutal she would be if I even just...poured the milk before the cereal.

Sasuke scowls, as usual. Kid needs to lighten up, but, hey, what can you do? He mutters insults under his breath and lowers his head, glowering. Naruto skitters out of the door and falls flat onto Sakura, eyes wide. The odd whale-like grunt of effort he makes is tempting enough to make me chuckle, but I lean down and help him up, before Sakura could beat the crap out of him.

As we set off, I dig into my pocket and pull out my book, continuing where I left off last time, I giggle and read, walking with the three.

Rida and Shiki, both tired, lay against one another, Rida's hand on Shiki's----

"SENSSEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!" A hand waves across my face, and I sigh, eyes slinking to the left. I throw up the book, and grab his arm.

"Alright. Time to get serious." My brows pull together, a small tint of joy swirling warmth within me. I feel like a bottle rocket, ready to explode. They all stop and turn, eyes wide.

"The REAL training has begun as of now!"