Kakashi was very small.
That was Nawaki's first thought when he saw him.
Even smaller than he had imagined. His short silver hair stood up in a complete mess, a black mask covered half his face, and the pair of exposed eyes were dark and bright, yet devoid of emotion.
Five-year-old Hatake Kakashi stood in the middle of the courtyard like a nail.
His position was carefully chosen—neither too close nor too far from the gate, with a clear escape route, an open view on both sides, and the large locust tree at his back.
Nawaki sucked in a breath.
A five-year-old kid, standing more professionally than some chunin. The White Fang's son was indeed something else.
Tsunade crouched in front of Kakashi, bracing her hands on her knees and trying her best not to look so fierce. But Tsunade's "gentle face" was a disaster in itself—the corners of her mouth were pulled up too hard, making her look like she was about to eat someone.
"Kid, are you hungry? Big sis will cook for you."
Kakashi didn't move.
Tsunade tried again. "Are you thirsty? Want some water?"
Kakashi still didn't move.
A vein throbbed at Tsunade's temple. She had treated countless wounded patients and handled the most troublesome cases, but the five-year-old brat in front of her was harder to deal with than Danzo.
"Say something, will you?!" Tsunade couldn't hold it in.
Kakashi finally reacted.
He took half a step back.
Tsunade froze. Then she realized her voice had been too loud and hurriedly lowered it. "I wasn't yelling at you..."
"Big sis."
Nawaki's voice came from the kitchen. He walked out carrying a plate of golden-brown grilled saury, oil still bubbling on the skin as the fragrance wafted through half the courtyard.
"You look like a debt