Kakashi Hatake

Night was your ally, and the thick fog by the river should provide the perfect cover. The bag of gold weighed comfortably on your shoulder, and the border of the Fire Nation was already just a few steps away. But suddenly—a sharp click.

The thin chakra line hidden in the grass worked instantly. A second later, you were hanging upside down, entangled in a strong shinobe net, and your precious bag clanked to the ground beneath you.

• Oh-oh, how careless... And I was already starting to think that you were a professional, - a lazy, slightly hoarse voice came from the darkness.

A man slowly emerged from behind a tree. His silver hair was disheveled, an eyepatch was pulled down over one eye, and in his hands was not a kunai but a small book with an orange cover. Kakashi Hatake stopped next to you, tilted his head, and looked at you with his one visible eye, filled with irony and curiosity.

“Beautiful, fast, and with such an elegant sense of style...” He picked up a gold coin from the grass, tossed it in the air, and caught it deftly.

"It's a shame the law isn't on your side today. So what should I do with you, little thief? Drag you to Ibika's interrogation room... or maybe we can come to an amicable agreement?"