It was strange being stuck in the academy when he didn't.. technically have to be here. Every class he attended almost felt patronizing in the way it was taught, and despite being five years old he could definitely sympathize with their teachers at some of the more pathetic attempts at successful practice.
He sought out different methods of learning, rather than adhering to the baby talk the other children needed, often resorting to books or solo practices by himself. When he stumbled on the creation of jutsu his interest was certainly piqued. Like an alert sniffer dog catching a scent of interest, he followed trail after trail, bookmark after page-stub till he found himself trying to make a technique and master a jutsu of his own design.
It wasn't, however, as easy as he'd hoped and keeping it a secret from the prying eyes of his nosy classmates was even more difficult. There were certain kids Kakashi definitely didn't want knowing about his plans, so it was with great care that he staggered and arranged his trials and experiments, secluding himself at times when all kids should be taking a recess outside.
One such time, he'd been excused early from one such class and spent an hour or two practicing behind the academy. What had started out as a very interesting looking lightning chakra pulse had backfired, searing his hand and burning his skin enough to blister it. Since he wasn't /technically/ supposed to be doing what he was - and also due to the fact that he didn't... really like going there - a trip to the medic bay was definitely out of the question.
The signal sounded for the end of the school day, and within moments children bustled out of the doors into the arms of parents, or veered off to make their own way home. Kakashi loitered by the gates, watching students file out till only the last few dregs remained. He thought, perhaps, that once everyone had left he could find a teacher to sort him out instead of dealing with the disapproving and annoying medic-nin.
However, as luck would have it, before he could slip unnoticed back into the academy, a girl from his class who he recalled having reasonably excellent medical ninjutsu skills emerged, and his quick reflexes saw his solution before his brain caught up with the idea.
"Hey, you," he called, not even registering how rude it was to call to her like that. He didn't mean it, of course. He'd just forgotten her name. "Give me a hand."
Around 5 I think. After his graduation, before his promotion.
He sought out different methods of learning, rather than adhering to the baby talk the other children needed, often resorting to books or solo practices by himself. When he stumbled on the creation of jutsu his interest was certainly piqued. Like an alert sniffer dog catching a scent of interest, he followed trail after trail, bookmark after page-stub till he found himself trying to make a technique and master a jutsu of his own design.
It wasn't, however, as easy as he'd hoped and keeping it a secret from the prying eyes of his nosy classmates was even more difficult. There were certain kids Kakashi definitely didn't want knowing about his plans, so it was with great care that he staggered and arranged his trials and experiments, secluding himself at times when all kids should be taking a recess outside.
One such time, he'd been excused early from one such class and spent an hour or two practicing behind the academy. What had started out as a very interesting looking lightning chakra pulse had backfired, searing his hand and burning his skin enough to blister it. Since he wasn't /technically/ supposed to be doing what he was - and also due to the fact that he didn't... really like going there - a trip to the medic bay was definitely out of the question.
The signal sounded for the end of the school day, and within moments children bustled out of the doors into the arms of parents, or veered off to make their own way home. Kakashi loitered by the gates, watching students file out till only the last few dregs remained. He thought, perhaps, that once everyone had left he could find a teacher to sort him out instead of dealing with the disapproving and annoying medic-nin.
However, as luck would have it, before he could slip unnoticed back into the academy, a girl from his class who he recalled having reasonably excellent medical ninjutsu skills emerged, and his quick reflexes saw his solution before his brain caught up with the idea.
"Hey, you," he called, not even registering how rude it was to call to her like that. He didn't mean it, of course. He'd just forgotten her name. "Give me a hand."