Welcome to the Colosseum (Tournament Signups)

[Kakashi Hatake]

Having successfully filled out his paperwork for the tournament, Kakashi quickly made himself scarce. The crowd was beginning to thin out as townsfolk and tourists filtered in to presumably find desirable seating. The few people whom the copy ninja presumed to be participants had found their way into the stadium as well, being ushered through a different doorway by tournament officials. The masked man wasn’t big on mingling and instead opted to take a stroll around the perimeter of the venue.

“Well, this should be interesting,” Kakashi muttered to himself, strolling casually off the dirt road into the countryside. He wasn’t too concerned with being late for the event; he never really worried himself with punctuality anyway. The silver-haired shinobi kept an ear out for the sounds of commencement, but continued his leisurely pace.

Hatake wandered aimlessly for a time, staring up at the midday sun. It wasn’t often that he found himself on an assignment that involved being out in broad daylight, though he rather enjoyed the brilliant glare of the sun and the warmth of its rays on his back. The sharingan-wielder returned his gaze to the countryside, realizing he had stumbled onto a patch of farmland. A few meters away, the Anbu captain recognized something familiar; a smile crept across his normally stoic visage at the sight of a straw man, standing sentry over his field. The ninja bowed slightly in the dummy’s direction, one scarecrow to another.

Presently he heard the rustling of something large at his side, glancing over to spy the mammoth form of Fenrir, rolling frantically in the soil. Barely evading the beast’s large mitts was a rabbit, now springing nimbly away from his pursuer and into the tall grass that bordered the farm. Fenrir snorted, plopping down reluctantly at the shinobi’s feet. Kakashi chuckled quietly, laying a hand delicately on the worg’s head. The dark gray beast did not protest, closing his eyes and letting out a low murmur. Despite what the shinobi would soon be getting himself into, he felt oddly calm.