Y/n had the third training field to herself, or so she’d thought. The wooden posts at the far end were already splintered and marked, fresh scratches in the bark.

A familiar, lazy voice carried from the other side of the clearing, near the riverbank.

Sasuke wasn’t with them. He was probably on a mission.

Kakashi’s visible eye flicked up from his book, not toward his students, but across the field. Directly toward where Y/n was standing.