The Scarecrow's Ambition (1)

---Kakashi Hatake's POV---

"I'm sorry, so what are we going to do to this... Dog?" My question was loud and clear.

The admin responded, "We will intercept him. Almost like me he knows about important events happening in this world's future. This could be dangerous as he is an unidentified variable."

So apparently we're going to kill a dog, but I'm uncertain about the actual plan itself. The administrator's words are typically vague, especially when spoken rather than documented in a file for us to review.

"Are we going to kill it?" I finally asked.

"No, we're just gonna intercept it."

That again, the term "intercept" remains rather ambiguous.

Oh well, "Specifically, I've found out the future events the transmigrator is trying to ruin. The day after tomorrow, we will go back to inazuma city." (Ame)

I guess we can only wait now then.

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I ventured into the city in disguise, on a mission to find the target our admin briefed us about. As I explored the outskirts, I stumbled upon a fully white-furred dog engaged in hunting slimes. However, this was no ordinary canine; it displayed extraordinary fighting abilities, resembling more of a ninken—a ninja dog.

What caught my attention even more was its behavior. After each skirmish, it promptly departed, exhibiting human-like actions. The fact that it seemed oblivious to my presence led me to believe that, despite its skills, it might not be as formidable as a true ninken.

That being said... "WOOF WOOF? ARF! AWOOOOOOO!" It does feel like a human, or more specifically, a dog possessed by a human soul. What was the correct term again? Ah, that's right... a Transmigrator.

Having said that, I've consistently employed it, but my uncertainty persisted regarding the accurate use of universal affinity. I discerned a distinct flow of chakra in contrast to both the admin and myself. Attempting to replicate it resulted in a shocking discovery. Voices echoed in my mind, and my intellect struggled to grasp every fragment of information conveyed by the skill. Curiously, these voices did not emanate from human sources in the first place.

However, now I've come to realize whose voices have filled my ears...

"Arf... WOOF! (Fuck... That was awesome!!!)"

It turns out, it was the collective voices of the animals surrounding me all along. Or perhaps, should I say, it was their thoughts? There's no conceivable way those entire sentences were conveyed by a few barks, after all.

I brought it to an abrupt halt. While the area sensing feature, similar to utilizing the Byakugan in real-time, seemed acceptable, these mind-reading techniques bombarded me with an overwhelming amount of information all at once.

"No wonder I felt like the admin read my mind so much... so this is the reason."

I let out a loud sigh, leaning on my back against the similar structure we encountered earlier, the Statue of Seven. I supose since you can read people's mind with this skill, then you can also countered it?

Suddenly, I felt something warm.

*shine*

"!!!" I turned back immediately; my shoulder seemed to have shone for a second there. But after turning around, the presence of energies immediately died down.

"woof? (huh? what's that? I-Is anyone there?!)" The puppy caught on to it... It might be a slight deviation from the initial plan, but I think it's manageable. Stepping out from behind the Statue, I wore a concealed smile beneath my mask.

The puppy caught on to it... It might be a slight deviation from the initial plan, but I think it's manageable.

Stepping out from behind the Statue, I wore a concealed smile beneath my mask.

"Hey buddy!" I greeted the little white pup with a friendly demeanor. Holding out a piece of jerky, I offered it to him, trying to connect as if I were talking to a real puppy.

"Arf??? (Huh???)" I can sense his surprise through mind reading, but I choose to ignore it.

"It's unsafe around here. How about we head back to the city, little guy?" With this, I should look like an average dog-loving guy who met him in the outskirts of the city by chance.

"W-woof....!??? (What... What the hell is the Kakashi Hatake is doing here!??????"

....eh?

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Did he... Just call my name?

"Arf... (This is ridiculous! First, I was thrown into genshin and turned into a puppy at that. Then, I met a character from another anime!?? The fuck is this shit!? What is the god of all this even trying to do with me!?)"

... Certainly, after all this, I can't help but be shocked by this puppy's thoughts. The mouth behind my mask is no longer smiling, yet the muscles around my eyes remain uncontracted despite my closed eyes. The fake smile that I've trained to wear, as a professional Shinobi, feels strained.

I hand him the jerky, noticing the difficulty on his face before he consumes it, but my intention is simply to elicit more of his thoughts.

"Arf... (Well, this isn't all bad. I'm not sure why he's wearing Akatsuki's garments, but if he's truly Kakashi Hatake, then there are a few possibilities here: 1. This is an alternate universe Genshin Impact, 2. He's not Kakashi, but this world is some weird self-insert MC fanfic written by a 12-year-old)"

"Woof! (Wait! Maybe it's a crossover where characters from other anime are transported to another world?)"

Oh? That's quite spot-on... But that's still not the information I need right now.

"Arf... (Oh well, that doesn't matter does it now? He looks nice to me anyway...)"

Alright, this is taking too much time. I really need the information right now.

"You..." Finally I muttered. His ears perked up in response to my voice.

"How did you know my name?"

..."arf? (Eh?)"

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"Well, How did you know my name?" I've repeated this question three times already. Interestingly, even though I maintain my fake smile, the puppy in front of me has wide eyes and narrowed pupils.

"Arf...!?? (W-what the hell is this? Is he talking to me? He's talking to me isn't he?!)"

"I am talking to you."

"WOOF!??? (HE IS!? What the hell!? Did he just understand me!? Seriously!? Can he understand dogs!? Is this cannon??? Is that why all his dogs can speak!?)"

This guy even knows about Pakkun and the others. It's subtle, but I can discern the similarities.

He carries himself as if he's privy to all my details, reminiscent of a certain administrator I recall. The key difference lies in his refusal to acknowledge my real existence, as if I was a character from fiction.

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To be continued.