"Kuin, may I have a word with you?" The teacher, Mr. Takuma, called for Kuin as the day's classes came to an end.

Kuin, slightly surprised, responded, "Yes, Sensei?"

"Is everything going well for you?"

Kuin was puzzled by the sudden concern but answered, "Er, yes. Is there something wrong?"

Mr. Takuma straightened in his chair and sighed deeply. "Kuin, you have been in my class for four months now, and your performance has generally been quite good."

"That's great," Kuin replied, sensing a 'but' looming.

The teacher stood up, beginning to pace as he continued. "I'll be frank with you, Kuin. Your calligraphy is, well, atrocious. Deciphering your assignments takes me "hours". It's gotten so bad that I contemplated failing you and ending it there."

Kuin looked shocked. "Huh? I thought I was doing well."

Mr. Takuma slammed one of Kuin's assignments onto his desk. "If you consider this good, I dread to think what you'd call bad."

Kuin looked down at the assignment. There was alot of ink splatters and barely legible words

Feeling a bit offended, Kuin crossed his arms. "Well, I am getting all the answers right; it's just the handwriting that's a bit sloppy."

"A bit?" he exclaimed.

Kuin waved it off. "No big deal."

Mr. Takuma let out a huge sigh and settled back into his chair. "Usually, we would add another class to your schedule to improve your handwriting, but we're short on staff at the moment. If I don't see improvement within the next three months, I'm afraid I'll have to remove you from the class."

This Shocked and infuriated Kuin. "What? Just because of bad handwriting?" He slammed his hands on the teacher's desk. "You can't do that; Konoha needs all the ninja it can get."

Mr. Takuma responded, "I can, and I will. If you have any complaints, take it up with Lord 5th. He's the one who put this policy in place."

Once again, the Hokage had let Kuin down. Frustration welled up, and he muttered, "Grr, that one-eyed Fuck. Once I get my hands on him."

Kuin held his breath, then released it to calm down. "So, are you going to help me with it?"

Mr. Takuma chuckled. "Oh, heavens no. I know when to recognize a lost cause. Besides, as I mentioned before, we're understaffed, and I just don't have the time. Maybe ask one of your classmates."

Kuin grumbled as he picked up his backpack and slammed the classroom door behind him, leaving the teacher to his grading.

"I wonder how long it'll take him to realize I was lying." The teacher sat back in his chair. "I love kids and their naive nature. Hopefully with this push he'll improve his writing."

The next day, Kuin turned to his left, seeking Sasuke's help. But all he found was an empty seat enveloped in a dust cloud. "And he's already gone."

Kuin sat back in his chair and sighed. "Now, who can I ask for help?"

He scanned the classroom, considering potential candidates for assistance. "Pinecone probably can't help. All he does is sleep in class all day." He glanced towards Pinecone's desk partner. "And let's not ask the fat kid for help; he might just leave grease on my paper."

Kuin started going through potential candidates until he landed on two. "Okay, girl with the unusual hair might be able to help."

However, as he considered this option, the pink-haired girl began to argue with a blond girl about something, and their screaming became unbearable to his ears.

"Yeah, no, I'm avoiding that like the plague." He turned his eyes toward the final candidate. "Which leaves pretty little princess over there."

The one he was referring to was the bluenette he had met during the ceremony – Hinata Hyuga, the next clan head of the Hyuga clan.

"Well, here goes nothing."

"And that's the gist of it," Kuin concluded, looking at Hinata expectantly.

Hinata raised an eyebrow and pondered for a moment. "So, you've turned to me for help?"

Kuin scratched the back of his head with a sheepish grin. "Honestly, you were my last resort." He clasped his hands and bowed politely. "I would be deeply grateful if you could assist me."

Hinata nodded, a sense of nobility in her demeanor. "My cousin always stressed the importance of the strong supporting the weaker."

Kuin felt a glimmer of hope. "So, you're willing to help me?"

Hinata agreed with a warm smile. "Yes, I suppose I can."

Kuin's enthusiasm bubbled up, and he pumped his hands in the air. "Yes!"

Hinata couldn't resist adding, her tone light but carrying a touch of strictness, "However, since im helping you'll follow my every instruction."

Kuin chuckled good-naturedly. "Well, I can't argue with that."

With a nod, Hinata accepted the assignment from Kuin. They both observed the messy kanji in silence. Hinata broke the quiet moment, this time with a more worried tone. "Looks like we have our work cut out for us."

Soon Kuin will come to regret this moment.

Kuin had never imagined that calligraphy lessons could be so demanding. As he sat across from Hinata, the once noble yet gentle girl had transformed into a strict and focused teacher. Her penetrating Byakugan eyes seemed to see every detail of his strokes, and her guidance was unwavering.

"I will never get used to that." Kuin glanced at Hinatas eyes. As he stared, he saw one of her veins pulse a little. He shivered before focusing back on the letter sheet.

"Uncanny valley much?" He muttered under his breath

During this he mistakenly put too much pressure on his brush ruining a character.

"Again," she instructed, her voice firm but not unkind.

Kuin let out a sigh and dipped the brush into the inkwell, attempting the character once more. His hand quivered slightly under the pressure of her expectations.

As Kuin made another attempt, the ink splattered on the paper, forming a chaotic, barely recognizable character. He sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat.

Hinata couldn't help but crack a small smile, her strict façade momentarily breaking. "Don't worry, Kuin. Even the greatest calligraphers started somewhere. Let's try this character again. Remember, it's all about focus and control."

Kuin nodded, determination returning to his face. He dipped the brush into the ink, his hand now steadier. He began to write the character slowly, trying to recall Hinata's instructions.

Hinata observed his efforts carefully and couldn't resist offering a light-hearted comment, "Not bad, but I think the character you created is a distant cousin to the one we're aiming for."

Kuin chuckled, and even Hinata couldn't hold back a small laugh. They continued the lesson, with Hinatas guidance he was sure he would succeed in his goal.