Kakashi had been playing with the dogs, if asked he would call it a training session. But, truly, they were doing almost nothing of real value —- jumping from tree to tree and carefully tracking one another; playing tag if they were honest.
‘-Ah..’ After marking Bisuke as ‘it’, Kakashi somersaults from one of the higher branches and falls crouching in the clearing his student is in. ‘Yo there, Sakura!‘
Her eyes were tracing his movements. Fluid, smooth, so simple and effortless. She always hoped that one day she’d be so practiced, so powerful and amazing of a shinobi. To be a jonin on the level of Kakashi-sensei.
Green eyes sparkled as she thought of the prospect. No matter how many sensei she’d ever met, none of them were as amazing as Kakashi-sensei to Sakura.
He appears before her, and gives her a typical greeting. Giving him a grin, with her chin perched on her knees, and her legs drawn up to her chest she smiles up at him. “Hey, sensei.” She murmurs, still juggling the prospect of being near his level one day. “Haven’t seen you in a while. I was just thinking…” She gave him a cheeky grin.
“Let’s fight, eh, sensei?”
