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I just had the idea of a background character/OC/Self insert finding themselves mistaken for a Kakashi in a henge because they wear a mask for whatever reason, walk around reading a book and maybe have their hair covering the left eye (sharingan).. so here’s how I imagine it playing out.
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Most ninjas were avoiding the mission desk, because for whatever reason Iruka was pissed off. And Iruka was pissed off because not only did Hatake Kakashi submit the mission report two weeks overdue but he also wrote it in the worst chicken scratch he’s ever seen. AND HE TAUGHT NARUTO FOR KAMI’S SAKE! So yeah, you could say that Iruka was on a war path.
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Kazumi was wandering the latest village they visited with their family. Since their family were reliable silk merchants with a good reputation, Kazumi had visited many villages in their lifetime.
As Kazumi had been recently sick, they wore a medical mask as to not spread anything. And since they were bored out of their mind as well, they got a few books from the Konoha bookstore and they were know reading one (Pretty good quality if not for the bias).
“HATAKE KAKASHI”
Jumping, Kazumi looked around while wincing in pity, whoever earned the ire of this man with the mad voice was in Trouble with a capital T. But they were unpleasantly surprised (and horrified) to see him glaring at them with full force.
“Hatake-san, if you think you can submit your mission report TWO WEEKS OVERDUE AND IN THE WORST CHICKEN SCRATCH I HAVE EVER YOU ARE VERY MISTAKEN.” all while being polite too damn, where can they learn to do that. OK, maybe they should be worried why this terrifying man was pissed off at them or at least this Hatake person.
“Maa, I think you have me at a disadvantage..?” Kazumi tried politely.
“Hatake-san if do you think a henge of you shorter, with longer brown hair and a tan will be able to disguise yourself, I’m afraid you’re mistaken. You still have a mask, have covered your left eye and are walking around reading ridiculous books.”
Now Kazumi was both intrigued and mildly insulted (they quite liked their book and they hadn’t cut their bangs for a while so sue them (And they were sick!)).
But at least they had some info now, 1. This Hatake guy sucked at doing paperwork 2. He seem to be some sort of ninja considering the whole ‘mission report’ and the man yelling at them was wearing a Konoha headband 3. He hid his left eye, wore a mask and had a tendency to walk while reading books 4. He was creepily similar to them
But anyone who knew Kazumi knew that they had a trolling personality and no one could accuse them of having any self-preservation.
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Now Kazumi had to deal with a lot of rewriting paperwork over the years (their sister was ridiculously bad at doing paperwork and they had gotten a lot of favors rewriting her chicken scratch). But even they had a limit. The report cannot be qualified to be writing, THAT does not even qualify to be chicken scratch, THAT was the most atrocious handwriting that they have ever seen.
Kazumi got where Iruka (the mad man’s name obviously) was coming from. They had nothing to do with this mission report and they’ve never met this Hatake guy but they were already pissed off. And thankfully it was a simple retrieval mission so they wouldn’t get in trouble for finding out what was in it.
They rewrote the mission in their neat calligraphy, and handed it to Iruka.
Iruka, looking ready to go off on a tirade, looked at the paper. His eyes popped out, his mouth dropped open and generally looked like a gaping fish.
“Maa, Iruka-san I do believe we’re finished here.” Kazumi waved cheekily and walked out of the building.
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“Did Hatake just do his paperwork without fighting and in neat calligraphy?!?”
“He did! And did he just leave using a 𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙧?!”
“The world is going to end isn’t it?”
“Yep”
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Whistling, Kazumi wandered around Konoha once more. It was a good day to be a troll.
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“MY ETERNAL RIVAL! YOUR SPRINGTIME OF YOUTH IS OVERFLOWING TODAY!”
“Maa, Gai what do you mean?”
“I HAVE BEEN TOLD YOU HAVE COMPLETED YOUR PAPERWORK IN THE MOST YOUTHFUL HANDWRITING TODAY!”
“..WHAT.”
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