I updated because I felt guilty for not doing so for awhile, sorry! Um . . . so here's the chapter with a 'rare' author's note from me!
With great embarrassment I realize I've been spelling 'Yondaime' wrong this whole fic . . .(I've been spelling it as 'Yodamine'). As I'm too lazy to go back and change it throughout previous chapters, I will take care to spell it correctly from now on.
Secondly, this fanfiction currently has no direction and will just be basically going through main points in Kakashi's life. I have no idea how I'm going to end this, or the reason why they were sent in back in time. So if this ends randomly . . . um . . . yeah. . . .
(Younger) Kakashi's perspective
I walked out into the sandy arena that was empty and surrounded by stands. I noticed in a higher, secluded booth sat the Hokage and several other ANBU guards.
"I'm Hatake Kakashi," the man smiled.
My eyes narrowed as the sunlight hit me. No, I mustn't think of that now. Now I have to fight. The last stage of the jounin exams was a fight against a jounin, then he or she would evaluate the chunin and that would affect if he or she became a jounin.
"We're here to help you right?"
"No."
As much as my 'future' self was annoying, carefree, and ridiculous, I couldn't help but wondering what made him—no, me, into the way I was in that time. No, I must focus . . . it's been ages since we saw them anyways. I glared at the opposite side of the arena where my opponent would come out of. It'd been a long time—five years to be precise—since we saw myself, Sasami, and Arashi. They'd said they would go out for training, but never came back. Just another few people to leave me. Just like father. . . . I shook my head wildly, no don't think of him of all people! I must focus!
A figure walked through the roadway.
I tensed, this would be the jounin I'd be fighting.
Clad in the normal jounin flak jacket, the man walked forward. He was of average height and wore a black jacket underneath, black pants, and sandals. He smiled and waved, but I could see it. The doubt. The annoyance. He was probably ranting in his mind about how he was stuck with the kid who probably wouldn't even pass. My lip curled in dislike, I'll make it worth his time.
I tensed up, and crouched down, waiting for him to move. He shifted down, and slowly, and discreetly, grabbed three shuriken from his weapon pouch.Too slow, I sneered. I ran forward before he'd even began to throw the shuriken. I dodged one and another, but the third grazed my heel as I leaped out of the way. I winced and pushed the pain to the back of my mind, I gotta focus!
Forming the correct seals, I inhaled deeply. Concentrate! I must get the timing correct! I pumped chakra to my feet and ran on the walls of the arena, going until I spotted a blind spot. Just as he turned around in alarm, I allowed myself a smile—too slow. I opened my eyes and scowled, "Katon goukakyuu no jutsu!" The flames roared and shot across the arena in a heartbeat.
He barely had enough time to dodge, but his jacket was seared with from the heat, and I could tell by the murmurings of the crowd that they were impressed. Minato-sensei, get ready to watch me! I narrowed my eyes as we exchanged blows. I threw an explosive tag at his feet and as the smoke cloud rippled away, I saw he'd done "Doton: Doryuheki" (Earth release: earth style wall). I smiled shrewdly, now this will get serious.
I flipped back and slid to a stop. So he's a earth style user, though there's a possibility he knows a second element. Lightning jutsu will be effective against him, so I should use those if I go in close. No one is expected to beat the jounin in the exams, but I'll prove them wrong! Quickly doing the seals, I leaned down as I molded the raw chakra into my palm. "Chidori!"
I'll blast through his wall with force! The chirping filled the air and my hair crackled upwards with the static electricity running through the silver strands. Running forward, speed increasing until everything was a blur except for my target, the mud wall. Drawing my arm back I threw it forward, waiting for it to smash through the wall.
Sssss. . . . My eyes widened as I picked up the sounds of metal wire being pulled. A trap! I cut off the chakra feeding the chidori and leaped backwards as the shuriken tied to the wire whipped around. How did I get myself into this situation? I grit my teeth, I was too reckless, he managed to set a trap. Regardless if I was trapped or not, my performance had probably already guaranteed the rank of jounin, but I didn't care. I would beat up this guy and win this thing.
I prove to them, to all of them, that I was better than him.
Lightning flashing outside the window, the drapes flapping around in the biting wind.
I wouldn't let anyone hinder me. I would become strong, the strongest shinobi.
The flashes illuminate a figure on the ground and the light reflects on a liquid on the ground.
I will overcome his shadow, no matter how dark.
The liquid's warm.
I will become known throughout the five great nations.
The silver haired boy kneeled down in shock, the warm liquid soaking his pants.
I will do what he never could.
Father. . . .
I will obey the rules.
I dodged throughout the shuriken, dancing and weaving between them. Kunai in one hand, I slashed away one that threatened to slice at my arm. I jumped over another and ducked under a swooping one. This guy is good at shuriken jutsu, but I'll show him what real strength is! Finally, I'd come out of the maze of shuriken, and turned around to return the attack, when a loud voice from the crowds distracted me.
No way. . . .
"Nice job Kakashi!"
It couldn't be him. . . .
I looked up and saw him—still in the ridiculous orange jumpsuit. That boy. . . . Arashi. . . . He looked too much like Minato-sensei for my liking, but somehow it was an comfort to see him. To his side was Sasami and my future self, whom was watching with less enthusiasm than the others.
I blinked suddenly. Pain. I reached up and felt my cheek. A kunai had cut through the thin martial of my mask and warm blood met my fingers. Blocking out Arashi's supportive yells, I focused my gaze on the jounin. My fight was here.
Normal perspective
"Oi, Kakashi-sensei, how much longer is this?" Naruto groaned, as his belly rumbled for the fourth time.
Kakashi smiled nervously, "Naruto, have patience, it'll be over soon." Personally, he was bored out of his mind, having lived through this before, but Naruto couldn't exactly know that could he? Instead, Kakashi stared down at the arena, "Hm, looks like that jounin is almost out of chakra."
Suddenly eager, Naruto bend over and looked over the side, "Do you win Kakashi-sensei!?" He asked, awed.
Sakura groaned and rolled her eyes, "Honestly Naruto, patience!" She slammed her fist into his head. Kakashi was still wondering how Naruto still wasn't showing any signs of concussions after being punched by Sakura.
"Sakura!" Naruto whined.
Down at the arena, the younger Kakashi was panting, sweat on his face. He's almost at his limit too, Kakashi (older) observed. The other jounin had been weakened greatly by the three lightning-based attacks Kakashi had done, and the later hadn't been hindered by the other's complex shurikin jutsu anymore. Kakashi ran forward again, kunai in hand and was met by the jounin who had a shurikin in his quivering hand. Both were nearly at their limits, and the crowds were anticipating the near end.
With an exhausted effort, Kakashi threw three senbon with his unoccupied hand and kicked forward at the same time. The older man, dodging the senbon with some effort, the last cutting his shoulder, took the blow to the ribs hard. His breathing hitched, and the crowd held its breath.
The man looked up wearily, sweat coating his face, and in a final effort, pushed aside Kakashi's kunai and punched him in the gut. Naruto's excited cheering faded. What's gonna happen? He thought nervously. Surly Kakashi-sensei wins?!
Limp with exhaustion, the jounin's fist fell and the man flopped forward, a small plume of dust blown up form his impact with the sandy floor. Giving a weak smiled proudly, then fainted right beside the jounin.
Finally, the announcer stood up and spoke the final result.
Despite the fact it had never happened before with one so young, he yelled it out.
"Tie!"