~~Day 3 - Neji Hyuga~~

A roundhouse kick from the left, followed by a right hook. Easily blocked. Leap into the air, before an aerial axe kick. Simple to dodge. A straight thrust with his left fist and... there!

Neji Hyuga, also known as the Hyuga prodigy, ducked under his opponent's punch and struck forward with a powerful palm strike. Even without chakra, the attack was powerful enough to send Rock Lee flying.

"Okay, I think that's enough for today." stated their sensei, Might Guy, with his usual flashing grin. "If we were to overexert ourselves, the flames of our youth would burn out before we knew it!"

Neji groaned as his sensei brought up the flames of youth again. He almost didn't notice the bandaged arm being offered to him. He followed the arm to it's owner, a smiling Rock Lee.

"That was a good match, Neji! It is always a pleasure to spar with you!"

Neji looked at his teammate's hand, before turning and walking off with an arrogant smile. Yet despite his pride in his eyesight, he didn't notice her watching.

Neji Hyuga... the smug genius of the Hyuga clan. So intelligent was he that even though it was forbidden to teach him the clan's secret techniques, he figured out two of them on his own. The 8 Trigrams 64 Palm... and the 8 Trigrams Rotation.

She grinned and vanished, knowing exactly what she want to do with him.

As Neji walked away from the training ground, he froze. Something was wrong. He was about activate his Byakugan, when a kunai with an attached smoke bomb landed at his feet, rendering it useless.

"Who's there?" he called out, but it was too late. He had time to feel several strikes to his back before he collapsed.

She chuckled and dragged the Hyuga prodigy out of sight. Giggling childishly, she stripped Neji and began to glue her chosen outfit to him. She had learned her lesson from yesterday; she was using a padded bra again instead of the Sexy Jutsu. Quickly performing her usual hand seals to finish the job, she vanished as soon as she was done.

Neji groaned as he slowly came too. Looking around, he breathed a sigh of relief at seeing himself still in the Training Grounds, and not in some kidnapper's lair. Looking down, however, and he got an unpleasant surprise.

First of all were the two mounds on his chest. A quick feel confirmed they weren't real, thankfully, but that was little consolation considering the rest. His blue sandals were gone, replaced by a pair of pale pink silk slippers, tied to his feet with long pink ribbons that criss-crossed up his legs. Legs which were, he noticed, encased in white nylon tights. A sleeveless leotard, same pink as his shoes, was where his top and shorts should be, and a matching tutu extended out in all directions, rustling with every movement. Reaching up, he found his long hair was tied back into a bun, and a tiara had been glued to his forehead to hide the Caged Bird Seal.

Just as he was cursing whoever did this to him, Neji felt an odd sensation take over him. Ignoring his mental commands, Neji felt himself lift up onto his toes in a perfect "en pointe" before leaping out into the open dramatically. Unable to stop himself, Neji found himself dancing towards Konoha with all the feminine grace that his outfit implied.

By the time he had reached the Hyua compound, Neji's face was burning red in humiliation. Unfortunately for him, that was the only hint he wasn't enjoying his performance, the jutsu pulling his face muscles into a proud smile as he danced. The two male guards stared in shock; the recognised the clan head's nephew, so they didn't stop him from entering, but they had never seen him like this before. And they were even more shocked when Neji (despite his best efforts to stop himself) halted his "show" for a few moments to give each of them a kiss on the cheek before entering.

Walking down the halls of the Hyuga compound, Hiashi Hyuga yawned irritably as he sipped his coffee. He was having a pretty bad day; he had gotten up late, he had an oppointment with the council later that day, and his daughter had skipped her morning training. Ah, it wasn't easy by head of a clan. You had to expect the unexpected...

...although even that did prepare him for his nephew appearing in front of him in a ballerina outfit. Or when he raised his arms up and began to spin in place, performing an expertly done pirouette, ending in the Arabesque position.

"La fin," the pink-garbed boy stated in a soft voice, before opening his eyes to see his uncle staring at him.

"L... Lord Hiashi...!" he stated in horror as he regained control of his body. "This... this isn't what it looks like..."

Hiashi's unconvinced face made him give up trying to explain, and he simply turned and ran.

Hiashi meanwhile, calmly took another sip of his coffee. It was going to be one of those days...