NOVEMBER 10, Y110Kakashi already had a hard sheen of sweat on his body before the sun had even risen above the treeline. He swung through katas flawlessly, regretting only that he didn't have someone from his own world to spar with. He felt like he was bubbling over with energy lately, and solo training or sparring with Qrow and his friends was just... it wasn't the same. Kakashi felt uncomfortable wielding jutsus against Qrow, knowing how startling they could be - especially a well-timed henge. Even taijutsu... he always worried about going too hard with his attacks, so Kakashi didn't trust himself to spar as hard as he could, for fear of hurting Qrow.
Focusing on katas granted Kakashi some relief, as he had something to focus his energies on with his entire mind, flowing gracefully through forms until the sun was peeking through the trees on the far side of the field, illuminating the dead grass in golden rays. The sky was turning pink above his head, and Kakashi breathed out softly, watching the air steam out from behind his mask. He lowered his hands, blasting through the seals to summon a shadow clone.
He couldn't spar intensely with Qrow or his ilk, but Kakashi could go as hard as he wanted against himself. He could even work on developing a few of his jutsus between bouts, and he'd get the clone's memories when it dispersed to show him exactly where his flaws lurked from an enemy perspective.
By the time he sensed a new presence in the field, the sun was higher in the sky and the golden, brittle grass had been rent apart in places, burnt in others. Kakashi was panting heavily, Sharingan exposed and studying his clone, who mirrored his exhaustion. They flew at each other again, descending into a flurry of rapid, near-invisible blows that culminated, after a time, in Kakashi summoning chakra into the palm of his hand, eyes widening and then narrowing as raikiri flickered to life with the chaotic scream of electricity.
Focusing intensely, he thrust his hand forward, well short of his clone's chest. The lightning leapt from his palm, hitting the ground with a sound that was almost a bark before surging forward, looking momentarily like a sprinting dog before it collided with the clone.
It dissipated in a cloud of smoke, and Kakashi considered the memories it relayed to him, spotting a few gaps in his defenses even as he turned and headed across the field to where James was undoubtedly waiting, pulling his eyepatch down over the Sharingan. With his hands thrust in his pockets and his visible eye half-lidded, Kakashi could have passed as altogether bored, if not for the steam rising off his bare shoulders, and the obvious signs that his tank top was soaked through with sweat.
He shuddered, feeling the chill at last, and scooped up his (Qrow's) sweater as he walked past it, hauling it over his head. "Yo, Captain my captain." Kakashi waved jauntily, offering James a smile that was visible even with most of his face hidden. "I should have known you'd consider on time to mean early." He teased lazily.