"Scarecrow"

kakashi

(scrap)

Turn, slash, dodge, turn.

A rustle of grass. The moon above. It's just the wind.

Turn, slash, stab, drop.

The scarecrow collapses in the field, grass hanging at wrenched angles and blocking out the view of sky-blue. He's better for it.

Jump, stab, slash, spin, stab, stab, stAB, STAB!

He doesn't understand how it came to this. A lonely, hollow man in a field, a morning he didn't notice dawning overhead. For one brief moment, he thinks he catches a glimpse of blond hair and flames at the peripheral edge of his vision. But when he turns to look, the mirage has disappeared.