A man walked down the well worn road towards his home. Blood splatters covering him from head to toe: his once silver hair had been turned slightly brown from the dried blood of his targets and nothing but faded stains on his uniform. The most recent of blood was a hand print smeared on the back of his shoulder, the last trace of his last victim.

He walked casually into the village, the guards going to speak only to go dead silent. Kotestsu stayed silent, lowering his head. Izumo however had a sudden feeling of bravery .

"you—" a thud was heard, izumo went wide eyed as the man leaned over the desk, glaring daggers at them. Izumo closed hi mouth tightly. Feeling the blood fade from his face; he was frozen in place. Kotestu was as well.

"what" the male's voice growled menacingly. Sharingan still eye still opened and glowing with murderous intent.

"n-nothing Kakashi.." the two managed to choke out their words, they could barely hear themselves over their rapidly beating hearts.

Kakashi hatake; the Wolf, a serial killer. The best of the best and very easily stronger then most, if not all the kages in the shinobi world. 

Every anbu, jounin and kage knew of the wolf's ways and behaviour. All except the genin and chunin, they were spared the brunt of the gruesome evidence and information based around the people that Kakashi killed. Everyone knew how much further he would go when making his victims suffer, how he took his time in hunting them down in order to torture them mentally.

The hokage knew that Kakashi hatake was a threat, more so then just some gang of rogue ninja, this man carried the power of an army in him and he was very aware of it, he wouldn't hesitate to display just how powerful he was when people began to doubt and underestimate him. Kakashi wouldn't hesitate to kill anyone who got in his way or on his nerves either.

Kakashi stared at the two guards, until he frankly got bored of scaring the shit out of them and instead fastened his headband around his neck and swung his trophy over his shoulder.

The trophy? A severed head. Izumo instantly gagged and began practically throwing himself over the side of the desk and hurling loudly. Kotestu couldn't take his eyes off the head, it was cut from the body, blood dripped from the ripped skin at the neck. The eyes were bloodshot and rolled back, the mouth was hanging open. And the half of its face was split open, the right eye dangling from the socket and dried blood staining what remained of the skin. Kotestu almost began to gag himself as the smell of rotting flesh and dried blood finally hit him, and it only cause izumo to hurl more.

Kakashi smirked at their disgusted expression. Enjoying seeing them so squeamish and uncomfortable before turning around and making his way to the hokage's office as he normally did.

He smirked at the sound of villagers screaming when they saw the head that dangled over his shoulder. He even heard a couple people hurling at the sight, he let out a light chuckle at the thought of them. The watched as parents shielded their children's eyes from the sight, while others turned away, leaving their children to forever be haunted by the sight.

Kakashi made it to the office unscathed by any annoying Anbu telling him to hurry up and stop disturbing the peace of the village. Hell that was his favourite thing to do

Hiruzen was sat at his desk. He already notified that the Wolf was back. And was dreading the arrival of the silver haired male. Hiruzen knew well that the Hatake was a great asset to their village and anbu ranks yet.. the man was threat to every living person in the village not just konoha's enemies and allies.

The door creaked open, and in strolled Kakashi, the head hanging by the hair that was held tightly in his gloved grasp. The eye was close to dropping from the head just as Kakashi dropped it onto hirzuen's desk. Hiruzen raised his head and stared at Kakashi with a startled expression.

"you asked for proof" he said simply, arms crossed over his chest as he waited for the hokage to dismiss him, yet hiruzen was frozen in shock, surely he would be used to kakashi's murderous antics yet.. he wasn't. after all the years that Kakashi had been like that. Hiruzen, his fellow kage and anbu were frozen in place at the sight of the head and the blood covering Kakashi, dried or not it wasn't a pleasant sight.

"your.. dismissed.." the hokage whispered making Kakashi smirked widely

"ja ne" he says before taking hold of the hair. He held it up close to his face, eyeing it for a moment before grabbing hold of the eyeball and ripping it from it's socket and chucking it back onto the hokage's desk, not carrying for the ill looks on each of the anbu and jounin around him. Kakashi smirked widely at them and left the office at a normal pace, he wasn't in any rush to get home.

The more terror he ensued the more amused her felt.

He made it back to his home, or trophy room. It was a well kepot cabin out in the middle of the forest to the south of the village. Its boards made of pine put together many, many years ago. Most were weathered and slowly rotting, some recently replaced with new board. Others were in pristine condition. Kakashi walked inside the small dwelling, the scent of decomposing flesh and organs hitting him like a truck, and he loved it. He set the head on the bed and admired the walls around him, so many heads pinned to the walls with senbon needles. The needles pierced through the eye sockets and mouth. He opened his sharingan eye and stared smirked, pinning his new trophy to the the most recent empty spot on the wall.

Hiruzen sighed deeply as he waited for that immense amount of chakra to go out of range before turning to the eyeball on the desk, the bloodshot piece of human organ. The jounin all looked to their leader with shocked looks, why would he let that killer get away with such disrespectful way. However the Hokage ignored their expressions and continued on discussing the method of telling Konoha's own serial killer that he would have to be teaching a team. The hokage only prayed that these kids would survival the first exercise.