The night sky was clear, and the Ki was crisp.
As a figurehead Hokage,
Kakashi was not run off his feet like every Hokage before him, spending all day buried under mountains of paperwork.
He had plenty of time to arrange his own life.
After all, Kakashi did not care much about unifying the Shinobi World and ending war for good...
So when he had free time, he could openly slack off with Icha Icha Paradise in hand. Even if Kei Uchiha saw him, he would say nothing...
Or Kakashi could visit the graves of people he wanted to remember.
Like now.
Kakashi stood in the night breeze, gazing at the photograph of a sweet-looking girl on the gravestone before him. His expression was hard to read.
He opened his mouth.
But he did not know what to say.
This was his first visit to Rin since learning Obito Uchiha was still alive. He could not imagine what expression she would wear if she knew what their old friend had become.
She had been so kind...
Suddenly, Kakashi froze. Something seemed to blot out the moonlight, casting a shadow over him.
He looked up instinctively.
His pupils contracted.
"That's..."
Beneath the moonlight, a godlike figure slowly descended with the moon at his back. He was white from head to toe and barefoot, draped in what looked like a white robe. Yet it seemed... less like a robe than part of his body.
Eight pitch-black spheres floated behind him. Holding a black staff, he stared straight at Kakashi without a trace of expression.
Tap.
When the "stranger" landed barefoot on the gravestone before Kakashi, Kakashi's pupils narrowed further.
At last, he saw who it was.
His right eye bore purple rings like Madara Uchiha's—a Rinnegan! His left was a scarlet Sharingan!