-1The sun was shinning brightly on the streets of the Hidden Leaf village. It had been weeks since team 7 had a battle, or even a training. Kakashi had just recovered from his last battle, and so were his students. But now the sun was shining on the puddles of the past few days rain. Sakura, Naruto, and Sasuke were as always, following their master Kakashi. Kakashi was looking around, thinking if he should treat his students to some ramen, then tomorrow, thinking of some harsh evil training. Yes he had decided, it was time for some Ramen! He turned right, heading straight for the shop. Everyone seemed to be smiling except for Sasuke, but Naruto was starving, as usual, and grinning, looking forward to a meal!
Kakashi looked back, seeing at least two smiling faces. He moved slowly, pulling out his make out paradise volume 2. A look of shock crossed his face as he stopped dead in his tracks. He had felt a breeze and his book had been taken right out of his hands! His eyes were wide! How could, who would! Alas no time for that! He had to get it back! Someone not the wind had taken his book! Cause the book was levitating away!
The kids noticed it, and felt it. Soon all of them were following Kakashi, who was running after the breeze. He could sense a powerful spirit, someone who wasn't from here, someone he didn't know! But yet something was farmiler about this energy. He had no time to think about this, something wanted him to follow. He could tell this because he could feel them slow down when he was falling behind. And they were leaving a trail for him, a breeze, a unnatural breeze. Something wasn't right, he felt like there wasn't any traps but there should be, Was this ninja was leading him some where, not to battle? Or leading him to certain death? Soon he found himself outside the city, his students lagging behind.
The trees moved with a great wind, then the wind began to spiral like that of a tornado. And in the middle of the clearing a cloaked figure began to appear, holding a book, with a gloved hand. The figure was only in black, save for the deep blue eyes peering at him, the rest of the face was hidden in complete darkness under the hood. The wind blew the cloak around, the figure was crouched, black combat boots seeming to hover over the ground.
Kakashi stood there, expecting the worse, a trap! But nothing happened as the wind died down. The students has witnessed everything, he had forgotten to tell them to stay, this could be a battle to the death. But the kids didn't do anything, they stood a fair distance back, well all but Naruto, who had charged ahead, only to hit a invisible wall, witch sent him flying back into a tree. This affirmed Kakashi's thoughts, a trap indeed.
The wicked figure moved lightly on the ground, gracefully. Something wasn't right about their stance, they seemed to be favoring their right side. But still the figure straighten up, holding the stolen book in their left hand, staring at Kakashi. Apparently this ninja was one for theatrics.
After a moment of staring at each other Kakashi finally spoke up, "What do you want with me?"
The figure knelt down and placed the book softly on the ground, moving much like a woman. Finally words left their lips, "I wanted to talk to you, but not easily would I be able to be in that village…You are Hitake Kakashi… The copy ninja Kakashi…My master told me that if I found you, I would know answers!" a powerful female voice echoed. Something mystic about her. Her voice did sound as though she was in pain.
"Answers to what?" he didn't want to back down, his voice was raised, he had no clue who this woman was, and why she choose him.
The woman moved to stand up straight, "Master said that I should find out you first, to see if its really you. He said it had been some time since he had seen you…"She growled, much like a large cat," Copy Ninja Kakashi, I challenge you to a duel…You win, I leave you alone and you live…I win, then you answer all of my questions, and you die!" another burst of wind surrounded her. Her voice changed every sentence, deep, then kind.
