Kakashi's answer was a funny face.
Naruto tugged at his eyelids with both hands, stuck his tongue way out, and blew a raspberry at him. Then he turned, flipped over, and plunged back into the woods, snapping several branches with a ridiculously loud crash.
Kakashi stood where he was and sighed helplessly.
"Honestly, even mischief needs some limits."
Despite his words, his feet told a different story as he slowly followed Naruto in.
Hayashi laughed from the sidelines, hopped off the wooden post, brushed off his clothes, and ambled after them.
If he was going to watch the show, he needed a good seat.
The light grew dimmer inside the woods.
Kakashi hadn't gone far when a faint click sounded beneath his foot.
A tripwire pulled taut. Mechanisms sprang out from behind the tree trunks on either side with a clatter, sending sharpened sticks and ropes weighted with stones hurtling at him one after another.
He brushed aside a stick, sidestepped a rope, and was just about to step forward-
Ahead of him, kunai and shuriken shot through the shadows of the trees, raining down on him from every angle.
Kakashi flicked his wrists. With a few crisp clangs, he knocked every last weapon to the ground.
"Anything else?" he drawled. "If that's all you've got, you might as well head home now."
The depths of the woods fell silent for a moment.
Leaning behind a large tree, Hayashi surveyed the weapons scattered across the ground and mentally gave Sakura Haruno some credit.
The traps were competently laid, and she'd timed the opening well. Unfortunately, her opponent was Kakashi-this stuff was better suited to testing new Ninja Academy students.
The next second, rustling came from the surrounding trees.
Orange figures emerged from the foliage, crouching on branches and surrounding