Advanced Training.

[Hatake Kakashi.]

Even with Konoha slowly dwindling down onto nothingness, becoming a shell of it's former self, Kakashi wasn't going to give up hope for the shinobi of the village. The new generation needs to be able to surpass the old one. Walking down now empty streets that were once busy, the Copy Ninja stopped for a moment, looking out in the direction of the memorial ground. He thought of all those that had fought and died for Konoha, and how they must have felt at the moment to know their precious village that they loved enough to make the ultimate sacrifice for was falling.
Once again, the new generation needed to be able to surpass the old one. Kakashi believed that if anything could re-ignite the Leaf's Will of Fire, it would be the bright, burning sparks held in the hearts of its children. Kakashi truly believed Konoha could be saved.

This, of course, lead Kakashi to believe that the skills of Konoha's shinobi should remain sharp as ever, even in the midst of all of the depressing events happening. Heading to one of the stores still in business, Kakashi picked up several blank posters, as well as some ink, brushes, and tape. Once he had everything he needed, he paid for everything and headed out to a place where he could be alone. He began making them into something more like oversized fliers, advertising individual, as well as team combat training. The location was the memorial park, the same training ground Kakashi used for all his Bell Tests. Once he was finished with the signs, he signed his name to each of them and took them to all of Konoha's most frequently visited locations, hanging them up where everyone could seem them.

Now that this was done, Kakashi headed to the training ground listed on the fliers. Once he arrived, he noticed the sun was shining down on the large bluish-green memorial stone, making it glow brightly in the sunlight. A small smile came to Kakashi's masked mouth as he headed over to it. His eyes trailed down it, finding one very familiar name almost immediately. Uchiha Obito. Bringing his left hand up to his left eye, his Sharingan, he said a silent prayer, thanking Obito for his dying gift. After a moment, Kakashi turned around and headed toward the three wooden posts standing in the ground and leaned back against the center one. He waited patiently for people to show up, though he was unsure if anyone actually would.
"For once, it seems I'm early." He said, a small sigh escaping his lips.