Then once by man and angels to be seen,
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die. (Tennyson, The Kraken)
The man who once loomed before him now dragged behind his every step, a heavy shadow from the past.
More Kakashi because of endless feels especially little Kakashi feels. I recently reread the Kakashi Gaiden and was going to draw him being a little ass, but somehow ended up with a sad picture instead.