"Captain, according to your request, the Jingguo public toilet has been completely completed. Do you think it is satisfactory?"
At the entrance of the newly built public toilet on Konoha's commercial street, Moonlight Hayate reported respectfully to Kakashi.
Ever since Kakashi had assigned him the task of supervising the progress, Hayate practically camped at the site.Sometimes he even pretended to leave, only to return using the Body Flicker Technique, just to make sure the builders weren't slacking.
Thanks to his devil-like supervision, the construction team completed the so-called "Public Toilet of Justice" in just three weeks.
"Mm, not bad," Kakashi muttered, eyeing the bold sign "Justice Toilet" above the entrance. His gaze then fell on the bronze statue of Danzo kneeling in front of the door, and his lips curled slightly.
"You know," Kakashi said, tilting his head, "this might be the most useful contribution Danzo has ever made to the village. Finally, something people won't want to forget."
He tapped his chin thoughtfully before adding, "Oh, and carve a stone tablet next to the statue. List every one of his crimes, so when people come to, ah… 'relieve themselves,' they'll know exactly who they're stepping on. Make sure it says that entering this toilet is an admission of Danzo's guilt. Might as well make him more popular posthumously."
"Don't worry, Captain, I'll see to it immediately!" Hayate puffed out his chest with pride.
His admiration for Kakashi had reached new heights. Even when dating Uzuki Yugao lately, he couldn't stop talking about his captain. Oddly enough, Yugao didn't mind—it seemed she also held a quiet respect for Kakashi. If Anbu weren't so secretive, there'd probably already be a "Kakashi Fan Club."
Of course, everyone in Anbu knew how deeply he cared for Rin. Their admiration was purely worship of their captain.
By that afternoon, the stone tablet stood beside the statue, etched with Danzo's sins.
"Perfect," Kakashi said with a small smirk. "Now gather all the Anbu, spread the word to the villagers. Also inform the Security Department and the clan heads. I expect lines stretching so far people will start using Shadow Clones just to keep their spot."
"Yes, Captain!"
Word spread quickly. Soon, villagers crowded the street, forming an endless line outside the new public toilet. An elderly man of good standing even read the crimes aloud with fiery passion.
Every word fanned the flames of resentment. People clenched fists, muttered curses, and when it was finally their turn inside, stomped on the boards with extra force—just as the inscription instructed.
After all, the planks were said to be made from Danzo's very body. "If I don't stomp twice, am I even a true villager?" one man muttered, to the laughter of those in line.
Remarkably, Danzo's Hashirama-infused body held up. Even after hundreds stomped, not a scratch. "Figures," Kakashi had commented earlier, "Danzo finally found a way to be tough without backstabbing anyone."
Half an hour later, even clan heads (except the four major families) arrived with their people, dutifully queueing. They all understood perfectly—this was Kakashi's way of forcing them to take a public stance. To skip this would be political suicide.
Some even wished for rain, reasoning that standing in line drenched would make their loyalty appear more sincere.
It didn't take long before the tale spread: "Captain Kakashi gathered every clan head… to the toilet." His reputation among civilians soared to new heights.
As for Kakashi, satisfied that his little social experiment had worked, he headed to Konoha Hospital to visit Rin.
"Hahaha! Kakashi, you're terrible!" Rin burst out laughing, clutching her stomach after hearing the full story.
"Terrible? Please," Kakashi said, feigning innocence, "I just gave Danzo a job where people actually line up to see him. That's more than he ever managed as a councilor." His tone was playful, but his eyes softened when they fell on her.
"Ohhh, so you did all that just for me?" Rin teased, eyes sparkling mischievously.
"Why, you don't approve?" Kakashi asked, leaning in slightly.
Rin's cheeks flushed. She shook her head, then said slyly, "Close your eyes first and I'll tell you."
Curious, Kakashi obeyed. A moment later, he felt soft lips press against his own—quick, fleeting, gone in a heartbeat.
When he opened his eyes, Rin was already dashing away, laughing. "That's what you owed me last time! Now we're even!"
But Kakashi appeared in front of her in an instant, smirk tugging at his lips. "Oh no… you don't get to run after starting this."
Before she could reply, he scooped her into his arms and vanished in a blur of motion, reappearing in the quiet forest outside the village.
"You… what are you doing?" Rin stammered, her heartbeat quickening.
Kakashi didn't answer. He simply leaned down and kissed her deeply.
A soft moan escaped her lips, her face burning red, but soon her arms wrapped tightly around his waist.
When at last they pulled apart, Rin collapsed against him, breathless. Kakashi looked down at her with a mischievous grin.
"So… do you like it?"
"You're… so annoying," Rin whispered, hiding her face.
Kakashi chuckled, brushing a hand through her hair. "Guess we'll just have to practice until you get used to it."
"Aiya!" Rin squeaked, swatting at him, her face glowing crimson.
To be continued....