" looks like its gonna pour down raining." a man says from the top of a hill, yet strangly, no one is there. " oh how i hate the rain. i will never understand why the snake made it." a second voice says, but it almost comes from every were instead of a person. suddenly a chinese dragon, almost transparent, apears beside the man. " it is almost time. we should get back to the others kakashi." it says adressing the man. " right." kakashi says. he turns and walks to a small hut as the dragon turns to mist and blows away in the wind.