『Your Rasengan.』
He’s blunt, stance relaxing as the boy straightens to face his teacher. It may be unexpected for a boy of merely EIGHT years to ask such a thing, but the gears within his mind are beginning to churn – the grease upon those cogs is the elder’s unique technique.
It’s not been one week since the boy found his father laying in a puddle of BLOOD, having taken his own life. He has trained almost religiously since dawn broke that next morning, with scarcely a word to anybody else.
– in the end it’s worked out; he’s received no missions in that short time.
» Many would argue that he’s drowning any EMOTION he feels coursing through his veins with training – attempting to master something well BEYOND his rank and years. «
『…that, and nature transformation.』
“ my rasengan ? ” the jutsu he’s been developing for so long ... of course kakashi would be interested in it, despite how young he was. he did excel far faster than his classmates ... on top of being younger than them. although minato couldn’t help but be concerned for kakashi ... seeing that his father committed suicide not so long ago. the jounin for now would see what kakashi wanted to know, perhaps it would help him get his mind off things. knowing kakashi, the kid probably wouldn’t want to talk about his father anyways.
“ and nature transformation? i see, well i’m not sure if you’re already aware, but i’ve been trying to apply my nature to my rasengan -- or at least ti’s on my list of things to do... and i have yet to achieve it. ” the sensei started, might as well explain his own situation first. “ what would you like to know, kakashi? ”
