The Land of Rain.
Outside, rain fell without end. Inside a dilapidated house, Kakashi and the others sat around a fire.
The three shinobi from the Land of Rain now admired Kakashi with a fervor as endless as a surging river. They practically worshipped him.
They had just left the Red-Light District and were walking down a narrow path when someone calling himself Sasori of the Red Sand blocked their way. Lord Kakashi had immediately told them to leave.
They were criminals, for crying out loud!
Criminals Lord Kakashi had caught red-handed trying to assault a woman!
And yet,
Lord Kakashi had actually stayed behind to cover their retreat, telling them to hurry away.
They were shinobi too, and they could sense how powerful their opponent was. After all, he had followed them the whole way without them noticing a thing. Even Lord Kakashi had failed to detect him, which surely meant that Lord Kakashi was no match for him either.
But Lord Kakashi had stayed behind anyway.
He had let the three of them flee first with Rin Uzumaki and her daughter.
There were truly few people left in the world as noble as Lord Kakashi.
"Lord Kakashi, try some roast chicken."
One of the soaking-wet shinobi offered Kakashi the chicken he had roasted. He had found it by raiding a chicken nest outside in the rain.
Why hadn't he bought one?
How could store-bought chicken taste as good as a wild one?
It was like comparing milk from a domestic dog with milk from a wild dog. Were they even comparable?
They weren't.
Kakashi took the roast chicken, tore off a leg, and handed the rest back. His meaning was obvious: share it.
But the man gave him a fawning smile and pulled a rock-hard flatbread from inside