Fight for Recognition
Chapter 1 – The Training
Slow, slow. Concentrate, concentrate. Think sharper, stronger and quicker. Let the chakra flow through your palms smoothly. Concentrate. Have to get stronger. Breathe slowly, concentrate, concen – SQAWK.
Hinata opened her eyes suddenly, slipped off the rock, and fell into the water, alarmed by the cry of the bird in the distance. She sighed, slowly getting out of the water, and sat on the smooth face of the rock. She shivered in the cold wind, thinking what her father would think of her wet clothes and late night appearance. She sighed again and looked up at the moon. It looked like a reflection of her pale white eyes. She soon went on to think of Naruto.
He must feel bad, the teacher he came to know as a grandfather, the Great Sannin Lord Jiraya was dead.(Sigh) I wish I could help him, he looked so sad and heartbroken...
But how can I help, I'm not nearly as strong as him, and I haven't gone through the same things as he has. I don't know much about Lord Jiraya either, apart from the fact that he was one of the legendary Sannin like Lady Tsunade and Orochimaru.
She sighed again, feeling depressed, though not nearly as depressed as Naruto. Getting up she dried her long ink-black hair with her hands, not exactly draining all of the water, leaving her heavy hair still wet. She started to walk back towards the Hyuuga Manor, hoping not to encounter anyone from her family. She looked back again at the moon, hoping that she could be stronger for her friends.
She was hoping that maybe next time she won't be frightened for her life. She might be strong enough to use that jutsu. However, just like always, she knew deep down in her heart that again she would be a failure.
She turned away from the moon. Facing the ground, she let her long dark hair hide her eyes that were presently glistening with tears. Her heart ached knowing that she will yet again let everyone down, especially her clan and friends.
She brought her right hand up to her face, and brushed off the few remaining crystals of ice in the center of her pale palm, which felt as cold as the ice crystals. She sneezed, realizing that if she didn't get dry quickly, she will catch a cold. Miserably she thought, having a cold doesn't help anyone but giving myself more excuses to be weak.