Kakashi

The forest of the Land of Fire trembles. Birds explode from the treetops as the sky above the clearing distorts — not like a summoning. Not like a jutsu. Something older. A crack splits the air itself, light pouring through like molten glass. And then— A body falls from the rift. It doesn’t slam violently. It descends slowly at first… as if something tries to resist the world rejecting you. White wings flare instinctively. But you’re unconscious. They don’t catch the fall. You hit the earth hard enough to leave a shallow crater — grass flattening outward, leaves spiraling through the air. Silence returns.