These stories are usually about Naruto. Well, not this one. My name is Hinata Hyuga and I'm a ninja. Well, at the moment you can put that as Rogue Ninja. But not for long.
The day was beautiful today, birds chirping, sun shining, the earth practically singing with happiness… to bad I was under attack. I blocked the blow of the giant man attacking me and activated my Byakugan all in one movement.
He had black intimidating eyes, and one of those smiles that said "I like trying to kill people!" He had black, greasy hair to about his shoulders, and had on raggedy clothing. Although one thing stood out, his headband. Cloud ninja. When I was still apart of the Hyuga clan, the head of the Cloud tried kidnapping me to obtain the power of my eyes, the Byakugan. And let's just say, I still hadn't gotten over it.
My opponent was big and powerful, but not the fastest or the smartest. I used that to my advantage. As he swung forward, I ducked underneath the blow and jabbed at his chakra points underneath his arm. One for each hand, then jumped up and slammed my knee into his chin and back handspringed out of harms way.
I watched his arm go slack, and his face become construed with anger as he tried moving his now immobile arm. He roared with anger, and came charging after me with his good arm. He really did want to die didn't he? As he came charging, I pumped chakra into my legs. Right before he smashed me like a pancake, I jumped up. Swinging my right leg, and smashing my foot into his face with all my might. I heard a snap and he fell like a log as I gracefully landed next to him…He was dead, I had snapped his neck with my kick. I walked away completely unfazed.
I checked my surroundings for any other enemies, having the Byakugan came in handy at times like these. I looked a mile in each direction, nothing. I was in the middle of the woods, it would be expected.
I went back over to the ninja and, well, I went through his stuff. He had a good amount of kunai and shuriken on , I found what I was truly looking for, money.
I needed some way to dispose over the body. I put my hand to my chin and thought. Eh, I didn't care where he went. The man looked to be about 200 pounds, so I could lift him with no problem. I picked up the slack body and dumped him into the fast moving river I was camped by. I watched as his clunky body drifted of into the early morning sun. Mornings like this are beautiful. Cause there's nothing like a good kill before breakfast right? I sighed and headed back to my camp.
"Tomorrow's the day," I said to myself. The day I get to return home, to Konoha.
3 years ago, I had been banished from Konoha by my so called family. Hanabi and I had started visiting each other after I had been banished from the Hyuga clan. She said she had missed her only sister and had no one to talk to. So every once in a while, she would come to see me and I would go and secretly visit her at the Hyuga compound. It was like a game to both of us. And one day I went to see Hanabi and found my father in her room beating her. Now since I had been kicked out of the family I had been training my ass off. And when he was about to bring his hand down once more to hit my sister, I jumped through the screen of her window. I grabbed his arm, and watched his surprised face as I knocked him through the screen door behind him and into the next room. My father, the coward he is ran straight to the police and twisted the story so it sounded like I jumped through the window and attacked him, obviously trying to murder him. And when asked why Hanabi was in the state she was, was because I threw her out of the room because she was in the way of my target. And somehow, the people of the city believed him. And I was supposed to be banished all my life.
But after my so called trial, the Hokage, Tsunade, called me to her office and asked me for my side of the story. She believed me, but told me she could not undo my sentencing. She could only shorten it, to 3 years. I took it, gratefully. Never being able to return home was a cruel punishment and I don't think I could have done it. But no one knew. Most people that knew I was banished thought I was banished for life. They didn't know about the Hokages generous deal. And I couldn't wait to see there faces, over the new Hinata.
I had grown a lot over the past 3 years. My confidence, I could say confidently, had gone up to about ¾ s of Narutos.
"Naruto," I said under my breath as a happy smile spread across my face.
I had grown physically, building muscle mass and strength. And my fighting style had improved immensely. After figuring out I had an affinity for the element water, I had worked to make the Gentle Fist style more flexible and fluid. Next to how stiff and rigid the technique was. I had enhanced my chakra control, making my own move using this control. So as you can see, a lot can change in a person over the course of three years. I had grown out of hiding behind those huge jackets like I used to. I now wore a light purple sleeveless shirt, with an outline of a dark purple fox printed on the back, with a black quarter length chain link shirt underneath for protection. And over the course of my three year travels I had discovered these great new pants called "Jeans" The black ones were the best. And I've been wearing them ever since. My hair was now put up most of the time, but when it was down it went to about the middle of my back. And now I've decided, change isn't the bad.
I eat breakfast, packed up my camp, and hit the road. Heading straight for Konoha. If I felt like running I could make it there by day break tomorrow. But I felt like walking. I hadn't been in this area for ages and id like to take in the sights. I remember this road like it was just yesterday that I was walking down it on my first mission with Kiba, Shino, and Kurenia Sensei. I slowly walked until nightfall. I didn't feel that up to building a camp tonight, so I slept up in a tree. I awoke to a cloudy morning. Probably going to rain soon. I went through my dag, and grabbed a hat. And I continued to walk. Today, my banishment was officially over.
