Hinata of the White Lotus

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The streets of Konoha buzzed with life, more vibrant and crowded than Hinata had seen them in a long time. Brightly colored banners fluttered in the breeze, stretching from one rooftop to the next, while the enticing aromas of freshly grilled skewers, sweet dumplings, and roasted chestnuts wafted through the air. Stalls lined every available space along the streets, their vendors shouting over one another to draw in the throngs of villagers and foreign visitors here for the Chūnin Exams. Laughter and chatter mingled with the rhythmic clatter of wooden sandals on stone as the crowd moved like a living tide.

Amid this chaos, Hinata found herself walking close to Naruto, their shoulders occasionally brushing as they navigated the unusually dense crowd. She had never been this near to him for so long before, and the thought made her pulse quicken. At first, she worried he might notice how closely she stayed to him, but he seemed completely oblivious, his attention shifting constantly between the bustling market stalls and his own excited thoughts.

The vibrancy of the festival stirred something in Hinata. She couldn't help but wonder about the lives of those who came before her—Kali's predecessors. The concept of a hidden village was still relatively new, after all. Had those before her ever had moments like this? The idea of simply walking through the streets, shoulder to shoulder with the boy she admired, felt impossibly precious, something she liked to imagine even Kali herself would have envied.

Maybe, she thought shyly, she was the first of her reincarnations to experience this. The thought made her heart swell. She liked to think they looked like they were on a date, even if Naruto didn't see it that way.

"So, do you think this means I've gotten stronger?" Naruto asked suddenly, breaking her train of thought. His voice was eager, as if her answer carried the weight of the world. It was such a quintessentially Naruto question—his drive to improve, to measure his own growth, always at the forefront of his mind. It was one of the traits Hinata found most endearing about him.

"I'm sure it does," she replied, her tone warm and encouraging. She didn't need to force the words; she genuinely believed in his potential. Though she didn't fully understand why his clones had transformed into wood, she was certain it had to do with Asura's influence. That alone was proof that something within him was changing, evolving.

"Right!?" Naruto practically jumped with excitement, his energy bounding off the festive atmosphere. "I can't wait to show up Sasuke with this new move! He's not even gonna know what hit him!" He pumped his fists into the air, his confidence infectious.

A moment later, his stomach let out a loud, prolonged growl, cutting through the noise of the crowd. His elation crumbled into an awkward laugh as he rubbed the back of his head. "…Although, it seems like the new clones leave me pretty hungry."

Hinata smiled softly, stifling a giggle as she nodded. He wasn't wrong. Techniques that consumed vast amounts of chakra often demanded a proportional amount of calories to replenish the user's reserves. Her Nichiren Byakugan training and meditations with Kali had taught her as much.

"Me too," she admitted quietly, placing a hand on her own stomach. She had been so nervous about meeting Naruto this morning that she'd completely forgotten to eat anything. Her appetite had grown noticeably lately, likely a side effect of her own heightened chakra usage.

"Let's get some Ichiraku then!" Naruto exclaimed, his voice brimming with enthusiasm. The mere thought of his favorite meal seemed to reinvigorate him, and he surged forward through the bustling streets with a hop in every step. Hinata followed close behind, a small smile playing on her lips as she tried to match his energy. There was a lightness in her step, her heart warmed by his excitement and the lively atmosphere of the festival around them.

The aroma hit them first, wafting through the air like a beckoning hand—a rich medley of savory broth, roasted pork, and freshly steamed noodles. As they approached the stand, its presence became unmistakable: a small, glowing haven nestled between the shops lining the street. Ichiraku Ramen was more than just a food stand; it was a sanctuary, a place of comfort and familiarity amidst the chaos of the village.

The stand was modest, with a striped red-and-white awning extending over the counter, its fabric fluttering gently in the evening breeze. Lanterns hung from the corners, casting a warm, golden light that contrasted against the cool blues and purples of the night sky. The wooden counter was polished smooth from years of loyal customers, its surface gleaming under the soft glow of the hanging lights. Behind it, shelves stocked with bowls, chopsticks, and neatly arranged condiments lined the walls, each item placed with care and precision.

Hinata paused for a moment, taking it all in. There was something timeless about the stand, as though it had always been here, quietly serving the hungry and the weary. The hum of conversation, the clinking of chopsticks against bowls, and the sizzle of fresh ingredients on the stove created a symphony of simple, unpretentious joy.

"Welcome!" Ayame called cheerfully from behind the counter, her voice as warm as the aroma that filled the air. She wore her usual smile, one that seemed to embody the heart of the ramen stand itself—open, inviting, and genuine.

Hinata hesitated, her gaze flickering to the menu overhead. Wooden plaques displayed the options, each written in careful kanji: miso, shoyu, tonkotsu, and more, with a variety of toppings from char siu pork to marinated eggs, bamboo shoots, and nori. The choices were overwhelming, and for a moment, she felt out of her depth. Cooking at home was her usual routine, and the bustling energy of Ichiraku Ramen was both exhilarating and slightly intimidating.

Naruto, however, slid onto a stool with the ease of someone who had done this a hundred times before. "I'll have the usual!" he said confidently, grinning at Ayame as though they shared a secret.

Hinata glanced at him, then back at the menu, her nerves settling slightly as she let the warmth of the stand wash over her. This was more than just a meal—it was an experience, a chance to step into Naruto's world, even if just for a little while. And as she took her seat beside him, the glow of the lanterns above and the aroma of fresh ramen all around, she felt a small but undeniable sense of belonging.

"I'll just have the same thing as Naruto-kun," she said finally, her voice soft.

Naruto immediately burst into laughter, his wide grin brimming with amusement. "You sure, Hinata? My bowl's huge, y'know? Sakura-chan couldn't even get through half of it!" His tone was equal parts teasing and proud, as if his impressive appetite were a badge of honor.

Hinata's confidence faltered slightly, but she nodded anyway, deciding not to change her order. It seemed easier than sorting through the overwhelming number of choices, even if the prospect of finishing such a large portion made her stomach twist nervously.

Ayame passed the order to her father, but not before shooting them both an intrigued glance. "So, the two of you are… together?" she asked, her tone light but curious.

"Yeah! We're both in the tournament," Naruto said with an enthusiastic nod, gesturing between himself and Hinata. "She's crazy strong, so we've been training together."

At those words, Ayame's eyebrows shot up as she gave Hinata a quick once-over. Hinata's cheeks flushed a deep red, and she quickly averted her gaze, her hands fidgeting in her lap. She could feel Ayame's scrutiny and wasn't sure what to do under the sudden attention.

"If you say so…" Ayame said, her tone skeptical but amused. Hinata didn't dare respond, instead keeping her focus firmly on the counter as Naruto and Ayame chatted casually. The way they talked reminded her of family—easy and natural, with an obvious fondness. It was a side of Naruto she hadn't seen before, and she felt a quiet warmth at the privilege of witnessing it.

"Order up!" Teuchi, the stall owner, called out as he placed two steaming bowls of ramen in front of them. The smell hit Hinata like a wave, and her stomach growled audibly before she could stop it. The rich, savory aroma of the broth combined with the tantalizing scent of freshly cooked noodles and the sweetness of the char siu pork made her mouth water instantly.

The bowls were enormous, brimming with golden-brown broth, glistening slices of pork, perfectly soft-boiled eggs with their yolks just barely set, and a generous scattering of scallions. Hinata's eyes widened as she took in the sheer size of it. Naruto hadn't been exaggerating—this was more food than she'd ever eaten in one sitting. Still, the aroma was irresistible, and she eagerly picked up her chopsticks.

"Hey, why don't we make this interesting?" Naruto's voice cut through her anticipation. She turned to him, confused by the sudden challenge. "Since we didn't finish our practice match earlier, let's settle it here. The person who eats the most ramen wins!" He declared it with a proud grin, as if this were some grand and noble competition.

"O-okay," Hinata agreed hesitantly. It wasn't as if she cared about winning, but the way Naruto's eyes lit up at the idea made it impossible to refuse. If this was what made him happy, she would play along.

"Alright!" Naruto cheered, turning to his bowl and digging in with gusto. He attacked the noodles with the enthusiasm of someone who hadn't eaten in days, slurping loudly and scattering bits of broth in his wake. Hinata followed his lead, taking her first tentative bite.

The flavor hit her instantly. The broth was rich and savory, with layers of umami that seemed to melt on her tongue. The noodles were perfectly cooked—firm but tender, with just the right amount of chew. The pork practically fell apart as she bit into it, its sweet, smoky flavor blending seamlessly with the broth. It was unlike anything she'd ever tasted, and she couldn't help but close her eyes in bliss as she took another bite.

Before she knew it, her bowl was empty.

"Next one!" Naruto called out, raising his empty bowl triumphantly. Ayame quirked an eyebrow but dutifully set another heaping bowl in front of him. To her surprise, Hinata finished her first bowl just as quickly and reached for her second without hesitation.

And so it began. One bowl turned into two, then three. Naruto kept glancing at Hinata out of the corner of his eye, clearly impressed but unwilling to back down. By the fourth bowl, Teuchi and Ayame had stopped chatting entirely, their attention fully on the two competitors.

"Another!" Naruto called, his voice slightly strained but still determined. Hinata followed suit, her focus entirely on the food. The ramen was so delicious that she didn't even notice how many bowls she had eaten, her hunger seemingly endless.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Hinata set her chopsticks down and leaned back in her seat, her stomach comfortably full. "That was… delicious," she murmured, her voice dreamy.

It wasn't until her ramen-induced haze began to clear that she noticed the stunned expressions around her. Ayame stared at her with wide eyes, her disbelief palpable. Teuchi gave an approving nod, his arms crossed. Hinata turned to Naruto and found him gaping at her, his jaw practically on the floor.

She glanced at the counter in front of them. Naruto had a stack of four empty bowls.

In front of her? Seven.

Her eyes widened in shock as the realization sank in. She had eaten seven bowls of ramen. Seven! Even with her increased appetite lately, this was beyond anything she thought possible.

"I think this is your loss, Naruto," Teuchi said with a chuckle, setting a small slip of paper on the counter. "The bill."

Naruto's face fell, his cheeks puffing in indignation. "Wait, I didn't agree to—" he started, but Ayame cut him off with a grin.

"Don't worry about it, Naruto," she said, waving him off. "You can pay us back anytime. It's not like you aren't here every day."

Hinata blushed deeply, bowing her head. "I can pay for my own—"

"Nope," Ayame said firmly, her tone teasing as she turned to Naruto. "Besides, after watching her eat like that, I'm looking forward to seeing her fight. If she fights anything like how she eats, she's going to be unstoppable."

Hinata opened her mouth to respond but found herself at a loss for words. "Thank you," she managed softly, bowing again before standing to leave.

Naruto followed her, muttering under his breath about how unfair it was. But as they stepped away from the stand, Ayame called out after him, "Don't forget! You owe us, Naruto!"

Hinata couldn't help but giggle, her earlier embarrassment fading into warmth. Naruto looked over at her, his pout melting into a sheepish grin.

"You're, uh… really something else, huh?" Naruto said as they strolled through the quieter streets leading away from the bustling market. His voice, though casual, carried a note of genuine wonder.

Hinata froze mid-step, her eyes darting to him before quickly flitting away, settling on a distant point in the cobblestone street. Her fingers instinctively pressed together, a habit she hadn't yet outgrown, as she struggled to form a response. "I-I…" she began, but nothing coherent followed.

"I mean," Naruto continued, scratching the back of his head as he glanced at her, "you're nothing like what I thought you were." His words hung in the air, sincere but unpolished, as if he wasn't quite sure how to say what he meant. He fell silent after that, his brow furrowing in thought.

Hinata had an idea of what he was talking about. He had said it himself earlier: at the Academy, she had been dark, gloomy, and weird. She never spoke unless absolutely necessary, kept her head down, and always did her best to avoid standing out.

And yet now, everything had changed. Her fight with Neji had been a turning point—a declaration to herself and to the world that she wasn't the weak failure she had once believed. Her every step forward, though hesitant at times, felt like a step out of the shadows.

"I'm just… trying to change myself," Hinata mumbled softly, unsure whether she was speaking to Naruto or reminding herself. Her voice was steady but tinged with vulnerability, the words carrying the weight of her long struggle.

"Heh!" Naruto laughed suddenly, his grin breaking through the quiet moment. He reached out and lightly bumped her shoulder with his fist, a friendly gesture so unguarded that it made her pulse quicken. "I don't know what you're going through," he said, his voice bright but sincere, "but as you are now… You're not bad at all, y'know!"

Hinata's breath caught in her throat. Those words—you're not bad at all—weren't anything a typical girl might find flattering. But to her, hearing them from Naruto, with his genuine warmth and earnestness, meant everything. Her cheeks flushed, the warmth spreading to her chest as her heart raced. She lowered her gaze, a shy but unmistakably happy smile gracing her lips.

Her mind wandered back to their Academy days.

Back then, Naruto had been the loudest, most unpredictable force in the classroom, a boy brimming with energy and mischief. She could still picture him standing on a desk, declaring that he would become Hokage, his eyes alight with determination even as their peers laughed at him. He was messy, clumsy, and often got into trouble with Iruka-sensei. But no matter how many times he fell or failed, he got back up again, a fiery defiance in his eyes.

Hinata had watched him from the quiet corners of the room, her gaze lingering as he dusted himself off after yet another scolding or stumbled through yet another failed jutsu. Where others saw a class clown, she saw something deeper: strength. Determination. A refusal to give in, no matter the odds.

And yet, while Naruto burned bright like a sun, Hinata had felt like a shadow. She was timid, withdrawn, always on the edges of the group. Her soft voice often went unheard, and she struggled to keep up during sparring sessions. She hated how easily her confidence wavered, how quickly she accepted defeat. Even when she admired Naruto's strength, she couldn't imagine standing beside him, let alone earning his notice.

Now, walking beside him, Hinata realized just how much had changed. She wasn't the same girl who sat quietly at the back of the class, hoping to go unnoticed. She had stood in the arena against Neji, her cousin and a prodigy of their clan, and held her ground. And now she was training alongside Naruto, walking with him, talking with him—something that would have seemed like a distant dream back then.

"Hinata?" Naruto's voice broke into her thoughts. She blinked, looking up to find him watching her curiously.

"Y-yes?" she stammered, her cheeks warming again.

"You okay? You've been kinda quiet," he said, tilting his head. His blue eyes, so bright and unguarded, were fixed on her with a sincerity that made her heart flutter.

"I'm fine," she said quickly, her voice soft but steady. She hesitated for a moment before adding, "And… thank you, Naruto-kun."

"For what?" he asked, his confusion genuine.

"For…" She paused, searching for the right words. "For seeing me as I am now." Her voice was barely above a whisper, but the sincerity in it was unmistakable.

Naruto grinned, his expression as warm as the sun. "What're you talking about? I just call it like I see it, y'know?"

Hinata smiled shyly, her gaze lowering again. The silence that settled between them felt different this time—less awkward, more comfortable. As they walked side by side, she couldn't help but think that this moment, simple as it was, marked another step forward in her journey.

She was changing, and Naruto saw her. That alone made her feel braver than she ever had before.

The streets grew quieter as Hinata and Naruto passed the hospital, the lively chatter of the festival fading into the distance. The sterile smell of antiseptic greeted them as they approached the building, and Hinata's thoughts drifted back to Neji. She knew he had been discharged before her, his injuries less severe than they initially appeared. But his teammate, Rock Lee, hadn't been so fortunate. So maybe Neji was paying him a visit?

"Should we stop to see Lee-san?" Hinata asked suddenly, the thought slipping out before she had fully formed it.

Naruto glanced at her, then at the looming silhouette of the hospital ahead. His usually jovial expression hardened, an unusual seriousness in his eyes. "I guess you're also fighting the same guy Bushy Brow went up against." His voice carried a weight she wasn't used to hearing, and though he had misinterpreted her intentions, Hinata couldn't deny the logic in his response. Lee's injuries had been the result of Gaara—the very opponent she would soon face. Perhaps seeing him would remind her of the stakes, even prepare her for what lay ahead.

Hinata said nothing, instead following Naruto as they adjusted their course toward the hospital. Inside, the stark white walls and muted murmurs of staff and patients created a solemn atmosphere. They approached the front desk, asked for Lee's room, and received directions without issue. The quiet of the hallways gave Hinata time to reflect. What would she even say if she ran into Neji here? Could she find the words to reach him? She didn't know, but she had resolved to try.

As they neared Lee's room, a sudden shout tore through the silence, freezing them both in place. The voice was unmistakably desperate. Exchanging a glance, Naruto and Hinata broke into a run, the urgency in the shout driving them forward. The sterile air of the hospital grew colder as they approached, an oppressive sense of dread tightening around Hinata's chest. Something wasn't right.

"Bushy Brow!?" Naruto yelled as they burst into the room, their momentum carrying them inside.

The scene that greeted them made Hinata's blood run cold.

Lee lay unconscious in his hospital bed, his face pale and covered in a sheen of sweat. His body was still, too still, save for the shallow rise and fall of his chest. But it wasn't the sight of Lee that froze Hinata in place—it was the figure standing over him.

Gaara of the Sand.

His gourd was uncapped, sand spilling from its opening like a living thing, snaking across the bed and coiling around Lee's still form. Its movements were slow, deliberate, almost predatory, as if savoring the moment before the kill. And there, in the corner of the room, stood Nara Shikamaru, his shadow manipulation technique pinning Gaara in place. Sweat dripped down Shikamaru's temple, his jaw clenched as he maintained the jutsu with visible strain.

"Oh, shit, someone actually heard me," Shikamaru muttered, his relief palpable despite the tension in his voice. His hands stayed locked in the seal, his shadow holding Gaara firmly. But even with Gaara immobilized, the oppressive weight of his presence filled the room, suffocating and inescapable.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Naruto demanded, his voice echoing through the room.

Gaara didn't even flinch. His eyes, dark and devoid of anything human, shifted lazily to Naruto. "I'm here to kill him," he said flatly, as if stating a fact of no particular importance.

Hinata's breath caught, her pulse hammering in her ears. There was no malice in Gaara's tone, no rage or hatred—only a cold, detached impulse. It was almost worse than anger, the sheer indifference chilling her to the core.

"B-but why?" Hinata managed, her voice trembling despite herself. She couldn't comprehend it. How could someone harbor such disregard for life? How could she, of all people, hope to stand against him?

Gaara's gaze shifted to her, his expression unchanging. "Stand in my way, and I'll kill you all too." There was no bravado in his words, no attempt to intimidate—only a statement of inevitability. Hinata swallowed hard, her palms growing clammy. She had seen him in the Forest of Death, had witnessed his cruelty firsthand. He wasn't bluffing. He truly would kill them without a second thought.

"There's no reasoning with this guy," Shikamaru warned through gritted teeth. "He's saying crazy shit—something about a sand demon inside him. He's not interested in anything but killing."

"A… sand demon?" Naruto stammered, his usual bravado faltering. His voice shook slightly, his wide eyes locked on Gaara. Hinata had never seen Naruto react like this, his unshakable confidence replaced by something bordering on fear.

As if sensing Naruto's hesitation, the sand around Gaara's feet shifted, rising like an ominous wave. It swirled upward, forming a writhing wall behind him, its movements unnatural and hypnotic. The air grew heavy, and Hinata felt a tightness in her chest, as though the room itself were closing in.

The sand surged forward, coming down on them with impossible speed. Hinata's Nichiren Byakugan flared instinctively, but it was too late. She braced herself, the shadow of the sand looming over them—

"That's enough." A voice, commanding and firm, cut through the chaos.

The sand froze mid-air, mere centimeters from their heads. The tension in the room snapped like a taut string, and Hinata's gaze darted to the doorway. There stood Might Gai, Lee's Jōnin Sensei, his imposing figure framed by the fluorescent light of the hallway. His usually exuberant demeanor was replaced by a stern, almost dangerous edge.

"You'll get your chance to fight in a couple of days," Gai said, his voice steady but laced with unspoken warning. "No need to throw down now."

Gaara's eyes flicked to Gai, his expression unreadable. The sand recoiled slowly, retreating into the gourd on his back like a scolded beast. Shikamaru released his jutsu with a sharp exhale, staggering slightly as the strain caught up to him.

Gaara turned to leave, his steps slow and unsteady, as though he might collapse at any moment. But at the doorway, he stopped. His cold, lifeless gaze swept over them one final time, lingering on Hinata.

"I will kill you all," he said, his voice a chilling whisper. His eyes locked with Hinata's, and for a brief moment, the air seemed to freeze. Then he was gone, leaving only silence in his wake.

Hinata's knees felt weak, her hands trembling as she lowered them from her defensive stance. Her heart pounded erratically, the adrenaline making her lightheaded. She had known Gaara was dangerous, but seeing him like this, so close, so unrestrained… It was a nightmare given form.

And in a matter of days, she would have to face him.

"Whew…" Shikamaru let out a long, audible sigh, his shoulders slumping as though the weight of the world had been lifted. "Seriously, Hinata, you should just surrender. I wouldn't fight that guy." His words hung heavy in the air, another vote of no-confidence that made Hinata's chest tighten.

Even Naruto, usually so unshakable, was silent, his gaze fixed on the doorway where Gaara had disappeared. If he was shaken, what chance did she have?

"Thank you all for defending Lee." Gai stepped fully into the room, his presence commanding but warm. He placed a comforting hand on Hinata's shoulder, the gesture grounding her even as her thoughts swirled. "I owe you a debt I'm not sure can be repaid."

"Eh… don't mention it," Shikamaru replied, waving a hand dismissively. "I just happened to be passing by. Not really my style to get involved, but…" He sighed, glancing toward Lee's unconscious form. "Not like I could turn a blind eye, either. Anyway, I'm just glad these two showed up to buy a little more time."

Hinata glanced at Naruto. Despite Shikamaru's words, he still hadn't said anything, his usual fire dimmed. He was staring blankly at the door, as if Gaara's lingering presence had paralyzed him.

But Hinata couldn't let herself dwell on Gaara any longer. Her thoughts turned to Neji. If he hadn't returned to the clan compound, it was possible he was here, staying close to his team. She felt a pang of guilt at what she was about to do—using Gai's gratitude to her advantage—but she needed to do this.

"Excuse me," Hinata forced herself to say, her voice trembling but steady enough. "I was hoping you could tell me if you've seen Neji-nii-san."

Gai straightened, his expression softening. "Yeah, I have." A glimmer of hope sparked in Hinata's chest, but it quickly turned to nervous jitters as Gai turned toward the door.

"Neji!" Gai called, his voice booming in the quiet room. "Quit dawdling in the hallway and get in here!"

For a few agonizing seconds, nothing happened. Then came the sound of a tired sigh, and Neji appeared in the doorway, his posture rigid, his face impassive. He didn't step into the room, lingering instead on the threshold as though he were unwilling to fully join them.

"Neji-nii-san," Hinata said softly, taking a tentative step toward him. Her heart raced, her carefully rehearsed words vanishing from her mind the moment she saw him. She had prepared herself for this, convinced herself she was ready. But now, standing in front of him, she felt like a child again, fumbling for words that wouldn't come.

Neji's cold gaze met hers, and his lips curled into a faint sneer. "You're the same as always," he said, his tone cutting. "Even when you unlock great power, you still can't change yourself."

The words hit her like a blow, stealing the breath from her lungs. She staggered slightly, but she forced herself to stand tall. "T-That's not true!" she said, her voice trembling but resolute. "I've changed… I'm doing my best to change." Her hands pressed against her chest as she steadied her breathing, drawing strength from the small warmth she found there.

She took another step closer, her resolve hardening. Her voice grew stronger, her gaze unwavering. "I'll prove that I can change. And when I do, I hope you'll see that you can change too."

Neji's sneer deepened, but there was something in his eyes—something unspoken that flickered beneath the surface. "Heh," he scoffed, turning slightly away from her. "Just defeating me in the arena proves nothing. After all, you're from the main family, and I'm from the branch. Your victory was inevitable—I should have known that."

His words were sharp, but there was a hollowness to them, an almost defensive edge. He paused, glancing back at her with a faint smirk, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Beat Gaara in the tournament. Then I'll listen to whatever it is you want to say to me."

"Oi, Neji!" Gai snapped, his voice firm but tinged with disappointment. He turned to scold his student further, but stopped when Hinata raised a trembling hand.

Her whole body shook, her composure hanging by a thread. But she held herself steady, summoning every ounce of courage she had. "I'll win," she said softly, but her voice carried a quiet, unshakable conviction that made the room fall silent. "I already told you in our match, but I never go back on my word. That's my ninja way."

Shikamaru let out a low whistle, breaking the tension. "Wow," he muttered. "Didn't expect that."

Gai's face split into a bright smile, his teeth practically sparkling. "Splendid, Hinata!" he declared, his booming voice full of approval.

Neji's glare sharpened, but his expression faltered ever so slightly. Beneath the anger, beneath the bitterness, there was something else—something Hinata could only describe as hope. He didn't want to believe her, but deep down, he wanted her to prove him wrong. He wanted to be freed from the chains that bound him, even if he couldn't admit it to himself.

Behind her, Naruto stirred, snapping out of his daze. He stared at the back of Hinata's head, his blue eyes wide with surprise and something else—admiration. For a moment, his jaw hung slack, as though he couldn't quite believe what he'd just heard. Then, slowly, a smile spread across his face, growing brighter with each passing second.

"Hinata…" Naruto whispered, his voice barely audible but filled with warmth. Her declaration, small but fierce, had rekindled something in him. It was a mirror of the words he so often told himself, a reflection of the strength he tried to embody every day. And in that moment, he saw her not as the quiet, timid girl from the Academy, but as someone standing tall, determined to change herself and inspire others.

Hinata didn't know that her courage had sparked something in Naruto. She only knew that her heart was pounding, her legs trembling beneath her. But despite the fear, despite the uncertainty, she stood firm, her resolve unbroken.

For now, that was enough.

The sun hung low in the sky as Naruto and Hinata made their way through the quiet streets, leaving the hospital behind and finally arriving at the familiar grounds of the Academy. The building stood unchanged, its walls bathed in the warm, golden light of late afternoon. Yet, to Hinata, it felt like a lifetime had passed since they last walked these paths as students. The nostalgia was palpable, tinged with bittersweet memories of the people they had been and the journeys they had undertaken since.

Naruto slowed his steps as they crossed the courtyard, his gaze lingering on a single tree at its center. Its branches stretched outward, and from one of them hung the old swing—a simple wooden seat suspended by frayed ropes. It swayed gently in the breeze, the same as it always had, yet now it seemed weighted with the passage of time.

"Naruto-kun?" Hinata asked, her voice gentle. She stopped beside him, her concern piqued by the distant look in his eyes.

Naruto remained silent for several moments, his gaze fixed on the swing as if it held the answers to questions he couldn't put into words. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and reflective. "For the longest time… it always felt like I was alone," he said, the weight of his memories evident in every syllable. "No one was ever looking at me, and I thought no one ever would. It didn't matter what I did—I was invisible."

Hinata's heart ached at his words. She knew that pain all too well. For her, it had been the fear of failure and rejection that kept her hidden. While Naruto had sought attention through pranks and loud declarations, she had retreated into herself, afraid to be seen. Yet, she had always seen him.

"But…" Naruto continued, his voice growing steadier. He turned to face her, his bright blue eyes meeting hers with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat. "Hinata."

Her name left his lips with surprising strength, a purposeful clarity that made her straighten her back on instinct.

"I've always been a little slow, so I didn't realize it until just now—when you stood up to Neji in the hospital. Back in the prelims, when you fought him, you said something to him."

Hinata's breath caught, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink. She knew exactly what he was referring to. During her fight with Neji, she had echoed words that had been burned into her heart since the day she first heard them.

"I never go back on my word." Naruto's voice softened, yet there was a gravity to it, as though he were reciting an oath. "That's my ninja way."

He watched her closely, his eyes searching for something. "Those were my words," he said, his tone laced with curiosity and wonder. "But you used them as your own. Why? Why would you take something I said—something no one else ever cared about—and make it yours? Why did you believe in something from someone like me?"

"I…" Hinata began, her voice faltering. She had the answer—it had always been there, resting quietly in her heart. But saying it aloud was something entirely different. The old Hinata never could have mustered the courage. Yet now, she had changed. She was changing.

"I was always watching you," she said softly, her voice barely audible. "Everything you did… it was special to me. Because it made me feel like I could change, too." Her hands fidgeted briefly before stilling at her sides. "And when you were finally watching me, Naruto-kun, I did begin to change. That's all thanks to you."

Naruto blinked, clearly taken aback. For a moment, a mix of emotions played across his face—disbelief, pride, joy—before his expression settled into a grin so wide and unrestrained that it could have lit up the entire courtyard.

"I see," he said, nodding once as if to himself. Then, louder, he repeated, "I see!" His voice was filled with an almost childlike exuberance. "So someone really was watching me that whole time! Jeez, Hinata, if you were watching, couldn't you have said something sooner?" He laughed, his tone teasing but without an ounce of malice.

"I-I didn't mean to—" Hinata stammered, scrambling to form an excuse, but Naruto waved her off before she could finish.

"Don't worry about it!" he said, his grin never faltering. "I get it, y'know. If you'd been the type to step forward back then, you wouldn't have been the type of person who wanted to change. Which means you wouldn't have been watching me in the first place. So… as weird as it sounds, I'm glad you're the way you are."

Hinata's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. No one had ever said anything like that to her before. To hear him say that he was glad she was herself—it filled her with a warmth she didn't know she'd been missing. Her lips trembled, a small, bashful smile forming.

"Besides, you've inspired me, y'know?" Naruto continued, his tone earnest.

"W-what?" Hinata blinked, utterly taken aback. She had inspired him?

"Back in the hospital, when you told Neji you'd win? That confidence? I wasn't myself facing Gaara, but hearing you reminded me I've got nothing to be afraid of. I'm gonna win against Sasuke, and then…"

He held out his fist toward her, his grin sharp with determination. "I'm gonna beat you in the next round."

Hinata froze, staring at his outstretched hand. She hadn't even thought that far ahead. If she defeated Gaara, her next match would be against either Naruto or Sasuke. And yet, here Naruto was, already declaring her a rival—believing in her, cheering her on. For the first time, someone had given her a vote of confidence. More than that, his challenge was his way of acknowledging her strength, her worth.

Something stirred in her chest, a spark of competitive fire that had never been there before. The thought of facing Naruto—something she once would have dreaded—now filled her with an unexpected thrill. No matter who won, she realized, they would still be rivals after. But more importantly… they were friends now.

A genuine, confident smile spread across her face, brighter than any she'd ever worn before. She lifted her fist and bumped it against his, accepting his challenge.

"I won't lose," she said softly, her voice steady but fierce.

Naruto's grin widened, and in that moment, the tree, the swing, the memories—they all faded into the background. All that remained were the two of them, standing side by side, ready to face the future together as rivals, friends, and maybe one day something more.