Day 1 Morning

[Kakashi Hatake]

Yet again he had been forcefully flung through space-time.

When he opened his eyes once more, Kakashi found himself supine in what appeared to be (at least from his perspective) a sea of tall grass. The bent stalks of the overgrown plantlife cradled his body, suspending him a few inches from the ground. While the constant inter-dimensional travel was really wearing on his nerves, he did have to at least be appreciative that Teucer had dropped him where he had, rather than onto a pile of rocks.

The copy ninja got to his feet silently, blinking forcefully in an attempt to clear the trademark fogginess that came with this brand of travel. He surveyed the area thoughtfully, noting that he had been dropped smack-dab in the middle of a field. Off in the distance he thought he spied some sort of hill, though it was difficult to make out. Above him, the sun hung low in the sky, murky darkness slowly lightening as he looked on. If Kakashi were to guess, he’d say it looked to be early morning, though he couldn’t assert that with any authority. He had since abandoned any attempts at timekeeping in the Omniverse; there never seemed to be any degree of consistency to it.

A scarecrow in a field, the Captain mused, glancing at the waist-deep grass. He had to appreciate the irony. Maybe Teucer was having a laugh at his expense.

As he finished the thought, Kakashi caught sight of something odd at his feet. It was buried in the grassy sea, poking up from just beneath where he had recently awoken. The painted metal shone faintly in the sunlight, casting minute reflections on the foliage. The copy ninja quickly took a knee and began digging the object from its nest. He finally managed to free it a few moments later, hefting its bulky form and examining it closely. He had a few guesses about what the mysterious contraption could be, though he’d save the thorough examination for later. Minato was somewhere on the island and he wasn’t about to let anything happen to his former sensei after so many years. Though the Fourth Hokage was likely able to handle nearly anything on this island alone, Kakashi wasn’t one to take chances.

“How am I going to carry this thing?” The copy ninja wondered aloud, turning it over in his hands. It definitely wasn’t going to fit in his pockets.

Maybe I can make a sling with some wire… Though not the most elegant solution, it seemed like as good an idea as any. He placed the device at his feet, feeling for his belt pouch.

“Wha…”

Of course his belt would be gone. Of course. And along with it, his shuriken, kunai, wire, scrolls...everything. Glancing over his shoulder, he found his chokuto similarly missing.

The scarecrow sighed heavily, grabbing up the contraption and hefting it over his shoulder. After a few seconds of consideration, he started off through the field. It was going to be a long day.