Kakashi had his rare days, when he was off duty and he was absolutely aware of who was currently guarding the village walls, that he allowed himself to sink into his book with greater zeal than normal. After a while, when he finished a chapter or an extremely powerful scene, he would reacquaint himself with his surroundings. Just in case.

This time, he took a deep breath and sighed out his cheer at reading one of his favorite scenes. While Lord Jiraiya's books were of an adult nature, he greatly appreciated the way the man would wax poetic on the beauty of perfectly average parts of a woman's beauty. The curvature of their jaw. The way one could smile in a way that was both mysterious and teasing.

His eyes flicked away from his book to take a breather, and he leaned back in his chair.

His finger twitched.

When he sat down, it wasn't in a chair. He hadn't sat in an office either, and he faintly recalled that he had remembered to wear a mask that morning. What's more, he didn't have this exact shade of silver hair, and he definitely didn't use a cane as a weapon.

Or rather, not as his primary means of fighting, as the callouses on his hands suggested.

"Professor Ozpin, are you listening to me? You have to come give a speech in fifteen minutes." a woman announced, her voice echoing from a small electronic device.

"Huh." Kakashi hummed. "This is odd."

He smelled the air, which had all the telltale signs of his eyes and nose matching what reality was telling him, that he had somehow been juxtaposed into someone else's life.

"Ara ara. I think I'll blame Sasuke for this one. Naruto has the luck, but the Sharingan has a habit of messing with dimensions more than Naruto ever has. Plus I blamed Naruto for the paint last week."

His difficult decisions out of the way, Kakashi, or Ozpin apparently, made his way out of the office with his book in hand.

~Line Break~

The blonde woman gave him enough information that he could somewhat get a grip on what was important to know. Obviously he wasn't completely certain on the context of some words, but he got the jist well enough that he didn't particularly need to try and look for information.

"Anyway Headmaster, have you planned out your speech? You know that we can't have a repeat of last year's disa... where's your mug?"

Glen... Glanda? Glynder? The blonde woman had an expression that indicated her absolute confusion. Kakashi figured it was like seeing him without his book. "Sorry, I had to use it to fend off a black cat before it could cross my path." he said automatically.

This seemed to work, as... Minda? She just rolled her eyes and continued walking.

At least he wouldn't have to try too hard with these ones. It seemed that these 'hunters' and 'huntresses' were rather more like samurai than shinobi. Honor and all that. Very honest. Threats were just bandits and creatures, not usually other people at their level.

An errant photograph caught his eyes. Ah, her name was Glynda. That was probably relevant.

She took him to a room that was clearly the back end of a stage and gave him an inquiring look.

"Could you do the introduction?" Kakashi asked casually.

He received a world weary sigh that told him she had already expected that question before she nodded and stepped through the curtain.

The second she disappeared, he created a trio of shadow clones and sent them out. "Best be prepared." he murmured.

He heard a line that couldn't possibly be misconstrued as him not being asked to come say something, so he stepped through the curtain and into a spotlight.

There was a sea of teenagers, and they all looked at him expectantly.

This is what Kakashi lived for... this was his greatest gift. Disappointing people.

"You came to this school in hopes of furthering yourselves, of stepping forward into your future and learning all you'll need to bank on for your lives'. In truth, you will find these halls to be empty, and yourselves woefully unprepared. Life only gets more difficult, never less."

He abruptly turned and walked away.

"Damnit Headmaster, why do you have to act so pessimistic all the time." he heard Glynda mutter under her breath.

At least he still had his senses. It'd be a pain to have to figure everything out fresh. His chakra was a little off, so he'd need to fiddle, but he should have this in hand.

"Was there anything else, Glynda?" Kakashi asked.

She repressed a sigh. "No Ozpin. That was it. Thanks."

Kakashi ignored the sarcasm with long earned practice. "You're quite welcome Glynda. I'm glad I was of some assistance."

This time her sigh was audible, and he fended off a smile.