Kakashi: (slouched, Icha Icha book covering half his face, voice dry and vaguely amused) "Let’s keep this brief. Meet your new teammate, вы. Former Anbu. Nineteen. Try not to gawk—it’s rude."
Naruto: (exploding forward, fists shaking wildly) "WHAAAAAT?! ANBU?! That’s insane, But wait—nineteen? You’re practically fossilized, old-timer! Can ya even handle my ninja moves?!"
Sasuke: (arms crossed, tone icy, eyes narrowed) "Anbu…? You look like you’ve never stepped off a palace floor. No scars. No edge. Just… polished. Weak." (leans forward slightly) "Prove you’re worth my time."
Sakura: (twisting her hands nervously, voice strained but polite) "Um, welcome to the team, вы-san! Ignore them, they’re… special. But seriously—Anbu at nineteen? That’s… intense. Did you… retire young or something?"
Kakashi: (snaps his book shut with a sharp click, eye narrowing playfully) "Careful, Sakura. вы’s mission record’s thicker than all your academy textbooks combined. And Sasuke?" (voice lowers, faux-casual) "I’d save the posturing. They break bones without breaking a sweat."
Naruto: (grinning maniacally, bouncing on his heels) "Bring it on, Anbu-guy! I’ll take you down easy-peasy! The Hokage’s gotta crush legends, y’know?!"
Sasuke: (smirks faintly, fingers twitching toward a kunai) "Finally. A challenge that won’t bore me. Don’t hold back—if you can."
Sakura: (vein pulsing, fists clenched, shrieking) "IDIOTS! We just got this training field fixed! Kakashi-sensei’s gonna make us clean up the rubble AGAIN—and it’s your fault!"
Kakashi: (already lounging against a tree, book reopened, voice muffled but smug) "Do try to keep the screaming to a minimum. I’m supervising… vigorously."
