Kakashi Masters All Elements, Rewrites the Ninja World for Rin!

"So fast!"

The cat-masked Anbu's eyes widened as he barely raised his arms in time to block Kakashi's flying kick.

In an instant, the two clashed dozens of times, exchanging rapid-fire taijutsu techniques, weaving in the occasional Body Flicker and Clone Jutsu.

To ordinary villagers, it would've looked like two flickering ghosts colliding mid-air, the sound of fists cracking against flesh echoing across the field.

Thankfully, everyone present had elite-level vision. No one was left squinting.

Bang!

Another block from the cat-masked Anbu—but this time, his arms throbbed from the impact.

What the hell is this kid made of? Spring steel and caffeine?

The Anbu cursed silently. A straight-up taijutsu contest clearly wasn't working. He needed a shift in tempo—fast.

He backflipped to create distance, using the momentum of Kakashi's last kick to disengage.

"Fire Style: Fire Dragon Flame Bullet!"

With practiced fluidity, the Anbu formed the Tiger seal, compressing chakra into his lungs. A column of fire twisted upward, coiling with the wind into the form of a blazing dragon.

It roared down toward Kakashi with fangs bared.

Okay... dramatic entrance. Very intimidating. Definitely compensating for something.

Kakashi sidestepped with minimal effort, his movements crisp, as he muttered a passing compliment:

"Nice Fire Style."

The dragon twisted to chase, but Kakashi's Thunder Flash Body Technique was just too fast. It looked less like a battle and more like he was casually bullying a pet lizard.

Up on the observation deck, Sarutobi Hiruzen stroked his beard approvingly.

"Even among Jōnin, this reaction speed is rare. Minato, you've taught him well."

Homura and Koharu nodded in agreement.

Danzo, as usual, looked like someone had just told him root vegetables were overrated.

Minato offered a polite bow. "Thank you, Hokage-sama. But the credit belongs to Kakashi. His work ethic is second to none."

He wasn't exaggerating. Kakashi's daily grind was near-obsessive. The kid had a schedule that made ANBU cry.

Boom!

The Fire Dragon exploded mid-air, smoke and wind rushing outward, briefly obscuring vision on both sides.

Kakashi saw his opening.

Using the smoke as cover, he vanished underground.

The cat-masked Anbu barely had time to register movement before—

"Earth Style: Headhunter Jutsu!"

The ground beneath him caved, and he was yanked underground, leaving only his head poking out like a very confused mole.

"You lose."

Kakashi's voice was low, nearly bored.

"…Wait, what?!"

"Did he just lose to that brat?"

The gathered Anbu started murmuring.

"No way. The Elephant hasn't even shown his real strength!" an older Anbu snapped, clearly part of the Elephant's fan club.

"Not bad, kid."

The head in the ground spoke calmly, unfazed.

Kakashi narrowed his eyes. Too calm. That's not suspicious at all.

Shadow Clone!

He barely had time to react before—

"Lightning Style: Four Pillar Bind!"

A loud shout rang out behind him.

Four stone pillars erupted from the ground, boxing him in. Lightning surged between them, arcs crisscrossing like a net of live wires.

Sizzle!

Caught in the center, Kakashi twitched as the voltage coursed through him, smoke trailing from his mouth like an overcooked fish.

Well… that was mildly unpleasant.

Elephant—the real one—watched with confidence. Kakashi was fast, but not faster than the magnetic field that locked him in. With reduced power, it wouldn't kill him—just land him a long hospital stay.

He stepped forward to check on the body—

Poof!

The charred Kakashi turned into a bolt of light and vanished.

A cold chill ran up Elephant's spine.

"Chidori!"

Kakashi appeared behind him, calm and casual—arm outstretched, electricity screaming around his fingers.

Elephant froze.

His instincts screamed: Move and you die.

Also, why is this kid behind me again?!

Up in the stands, Hiruzen's eyes widened.

"Flying Thunder God… at that level? Minato, your student is quite something."

He recognized the technique instantly—Kakashi had marked Elephant with a seal during close combat. The silver hair, the technique... Hiruzen was briefly lost in memory, thinking of Tobirama.

Same hair. Same jutsu.

Same last-minute heart attack for the enemy.

The Anbu spectators murmured anxiously.

"How… how did Elephant lose?"

"I'm hallucinating. Someone genjutsu'd me, right?"

Bang!

"Ow! What was that for?!"

"Helping you break the illusion. You're welcome."

The disbelief was palpable. But reality had settled.

"I lost," Elephant admitted calmly. "You're strong. I can't argue with that."

Kakashi said nothing, keeping Chidori alive and humming like a fluorescent deathtrap.

"…Really cautious, aren't you?"

Elephant sweatdropped and turned to the referee. "I forfeit!"

The referee raised a hand to signal the end.

Kakashi deactivated Chidori and exhaled. That move had eaten half his chakra.

Elephant walked over and made the Seal of Reconciliation.

"You'd be a great fit in ANBU. Think about it."

Kakashi gave a dry laugh. "Haha… appreciated."

Yeah, sure. I'll think about it. When the Hokage gets a full head of hair back.

Privately, he had no problem joining ANBU—but only under Minato, not the current system under Hiruzen.

Sarutobi stepped down from the observation platform, beaming.

"Excellent performance, Kakashi. You've passed. Await your official appointment letter."

Danzo approached with a thin smile. "If you change your mind… Root is always open."

And then he left before Kakashi could answer.

Knew he couldn't take another "no" to the face.

Kakashi simply bowed politely.

Congratulations, me. Official Jōnin status and a lifetime subscription to paperwork hell.

To be continued.....