(When Minato-sensei had taught him advanced cloaking techniques, this had definitely not been his intention.)
Taking off his vest, he rolled it up into a vague cylindrical shape and wedged it between his lower back and the wall. Next, he placed a well-worn book in his lap with almost reverent care. Lastly, as an afterthought, a clone poofed into existence, rolling his eyes before seeking to a higher vantage point.
Kakashi had found, over the many years that he’d been shirking his responsibilities, that clones were far more reliable lookouts than small children (still fighting the law suit from that one) or dogs.
Perfect.
Or it was, until a flash of thought (courtesy of one disgruntled clone) and the sound of footsteps popped his beautifully-built bubble of solitude.
Hatake Kakashi | Naruto | Konoha
(When Minato-sensei had taught him advanced cloaking techniques, this had definitely not been his intention.)
Taking off his vest, he rolled it up into a vague cylindrical shape and wedged it between his lower back and the wall. Next, he placed a well-worn book in his lap with almost reverent care. Lastly, as an afterthought, a clone poofed into existence, rolling his eyes before seeking to a higher vantage point.
Kakashi had found, over the many years that he’d been shirking his responsibilities, that clones were far more reliable lookouts than small children (still fighting the law suit from that one) or dogs.
Perfect.
Or it was, until a flash of thought (courtesy of one disgruntled clone) and the sound of footsteps popped his beautifully-built bubble of solitude.