Hinata: Byakurenden
Homecoming
After Hinata's confident declaration to attain victory, a faint pause lingered in the room. Itachi's dark eyes shifted toward her, his expression as unreadable as ever. But for those attuned to the subtlest details—those who had learned to study him closely—it was there: the faintest lift of his brow, the almost imperceptible tilt of his head. Approval. He gave no verbal acknowledgment, but the subtle reaction carried more weight than words ever could.
"Very well," Itachi said at last, his voice calm and measured. "The match is set. You both understand what is expected of you." He allowed his gaze to sweep between Hinata and Naruto, taking in their expressions. "Rest well. Prepare yourselves. This fight is not just a test of strength but of resolve. Tonight, you must prove how far you've come."
Naruto, as always, was quick to respond, his energy undeterred by the gravity of Itachi's words. "You got it, Hokage-sama!" he said, grinning ear to ear. "Don't worry—I'll make sure to put on a good show!"
Itachi's lips twitched ever so slightly, as though the effort of holding back a smile was almost too much. "See that you do," he replied, his tone dry. Then, with a slight incline of his head, he turned his attention to the rest of the room. "That will be all. You are dismissed."
As the group began to disperse, Naruto turned to Hinata, his grin widening. "See you tonight, Hinata!" he called, his voice brimming with confidence. He lingered just long enough for her to meet his gaze before leaping gracefully through the same window he had entered earlier, his movements full of his usual energy.
Hinata watched him go, her thoughts swirling. The sight of his bright grin, so unchanged yet so much more grounded than before, filled her with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. Their promise hung heavy in the air between them, unspoken yet undeniable. Tonight, she would face him—not just as a friend, but as a rival, an equal. Or so she hoped. Her chest tightening in a complicated mix of emotions. She desperately wanted to speak with him, to hear about everything he had experienced in the years they'd been apart. Yet there was also relief—because she knew exactly what kind of feelings she harbored and what she would want to say if they were left alone together. It wasn't the time for that. Not yet.
Itachi's voice brought her back to the present. "Hinata," he said, his gaze resting briefly on her before moving to the others, "use this time wisely."
"Yes, Hokage-sama," she replied, bowing her head respectfully before turning to leave. She hesitated for a moment at the door, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face, but she quickly pushed it aside. There was too much at stake to falter now.
As she stepped out of the office, the weight of what lay ahead settled firmly on her shoulders.
Beside her, Yugao closed the door, stretching her arms slightly. "Looks like you've got your hands full tonight," she said, her tone casual but warm. "A spar with Naruto, huh? No pressure."
Hinata smiled faintly, appreciating the humor even if her nerves weren't quite as light. "He hasn't changed much, has he?"
"Not in the ways that count," Yugao replied with a knowing smirk. "But don't let that fool you—he's grown. Just like you have."
Hinata hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Thank you, Yugao-san. For everything."
Yugao waved off the gratitude with a flick of her wrist. "Don't get sentimental on me now. I've still got to report back to the others. They'll want to know I'm alive." She paused, tilting her head as if weighing her words. "You'll be alright on your own?"
"Yes," Hinata said, her voice firm despite the small pang of loneliness creeping into her chest. "There's… something I need to do."
Yugao studied her for a moment before nodding. "Alright then. I'll catch you later. And Hinata?"
"Yes?"
"Don't hold back tonight." With that, Yugao stepped away, her figure disappearing down the hallway.
Hinata lingered for a moment, the weight of everything finally settling on her. For two years, Yugao had been her constant companion, a steady presence in the whirlwind of her pilgrimage. Walking alone again—it felt foreign. Unfamiliar. But it was also a reminder of the independence she had gained, the strength she had cultivated.
As Hinata stepped out into the bustling streets of Konoha, the late afternoon sun cast a warm, golden glow over the village. The noise of the market filled her ears—vendors calling out their wares, the laughter of children as they weaved between stalls, and the rhythmic clatter of tools as workers tended to repairs or built new additions to storefronts.
At first, the streets felt unfamiliar. The layout was different, the buildings taller or shaped differently than she remembered. The damage caused by Amaterasu and Uchiha Obito two years ago had forced the village to rebuild, and while the scars were no longer visible, the changes lingered. She realized with a pang that the home she had left behind wasn't quite the same anymore.
Her footsteps slowed as she looked around, trying to place herself. The street signs were new, the markets more crowded than she recalled. Shops that had once been small and modest now stood proudly with refurbished exteriors and expanded stalls. Even the air felt different—less tranquil, more bustling with activity as if the village itself were holding its breath, ready for the next challenge.
But as she moved farther from the heart of the market and onto smaller streets, something began to shift. A familiar row of cherry blossom trees came into view, their branches now lush with vibrant green leaves, casting dappled sunlight onto the stone paths below. She could almost hear the soft rustle of foliage in the warm breeze, a gentle reminder of summers past. Her steps quickened as her heart swelled with recognition.
The more she walked, the more familiar everything became. The old training ground where Kiba and Shino used to challenge one another came into view, though it looked quieter now. The small teahouse she had once visited with Kurenai still stood at the corner, its sign freshly painted but unchanged in design. Memories bubbled to the surface—mornings spent walking to the Academy with Kurenai, evenings filled with quiet conversations and camaraderie alongside her teammates. These places, these streets, were etched into her very soul.
By the time she reached the outskirts of the Hyūga compound, the ache in her chest had eased, replaced by a deep sense of belonging. The sight of the familiar gates sent a wave of warmth washing over her. The high stone walls stood as they always had, strong and unyielding, but welcoming in their steadfast presence. The intricate carvings of the Hyūga crest above the gate seemed to glint in the fading sunlight, as if beckoning her home.
Her footsteps slowed as she approached, taking it all in. The compound, at least, had not changed. The streets leading up to it had been untouched by the chaos that had reshaped so much of the village. The air here felt different, too—quieter, more serene. It was a place steeped in memory, where her past and present intertwined.
She took a deep breath, the familiar scents of her clan's gardens mingling with the crisp evening air. The laughter of children training in the distance and the rhythmic thuds of sparring partners struck a chord within her. This, at least, was exactly as she had left it. Here, the feeling of being home resonated deep within her, erasing the uncertainties she'd felt just moments ago.
Her hand lingered on the gate for a moment before she pushed it open. The creak of the hinges was exactly as she remembered, a sound that resonated deeply in her chest. As the gate swung inward, the familiar sight of the Hyūga clan compound unfolded before her.
The stone pathway stretched out in a gentle curve, lined with meticulously trimmed hedges and white pebbles that sparkled faintly in the afternoon sunlight. Towering cherry blossom trees stood at the edges of the courtyard, their branches full of vibrant green leaves that swayed gently in the early summer breeze. The air carried the faint scent of pine mingled with the subtle sweetness of blooming jasmine. Nearby, the koi pond shimmered under the sunlight, its surface rippling as brightly colored fish glided gracefully beneath.
The central courtyard, as always, exuded a sense of serenity and discipline. Rows of stepping stones led to a grand wooden structure with sweeping eaves, its lacquered panels gleaming under the sun. The architecture remained untouched by time—sturdy, elegant, and unyielding, much like the clan itself. Along the edges of the courtyard, smaller buildings were arranged in perfect symmetry, their shoji screens slightly ajar to let in the afternoon breeze.
Children's laughter echoed faintly from somewhere deeper in the compound, a sound that tugged at Hinata's heart. She could almost see herself and Hanabi running through these very pathways, practicing footwork drills or chasing each other around the pond. It was a place of countless memories, some warm and others bittersweet.
As Hinata stepped further in, her gaze wandered to the main training dojo, its imposing presence dominating the eastern side of the compound. The faint sounds of sparring could be heard within, sharp exhalations and the rhythmic thud of strikes on practice dummies. The sight filled her with both nostalgia and apprehension—this had once been her battlefield, a place where she struggled to prove herself under her father's unyielding gaze.
Her heart tightened, the weight of her past momentarily pressing down on her. And yet, there was an undeniable comfort in the familiarity of it all. The stone pathways, the koi pond, the whisper of the wind through the trees—it was home.
"Hinata-sama! You're home—welcome back."
The sound of Hyūga Natsu's warm greeting broke through her reverie. The kind-hearted maid who had cared for Hanabi after their mother's passing stood just beyond the gates. Her warm smile reached her eyes, brimming with unspoken pride, and her presence immediately eased the tension Hinata hadn't realized she was holding. For a moment, she couldn't respond. Her eyes were drawn to Natsu's forehead—not covered by a headband as it used to be, but exposed, unmarked.
The Caged Bird Seal was gone.
"Natsu-san…" Hinata's voice trembled, tears pooling in her eyes as an overwhelming wave of relief and joy threatened to sweep her away. She staggered forward, reaching out as though to confirm what she saw was real. "Natsu-san!"
For so long, this had been her greatest fear—that the elixir wouldn't work, that the seal would remain, chaining her clan to the past. Seeing the clear forehead of a branch family member filled her with such immense gratitude that her knees nearly buckled.
"Yes, Hinata-sama." Natsu's voice wavered with emotion, her own tears glimmering as she stepped closer. She bowed deeply, nearly at a right angle. "It's all thanks to you, to Hanabi-sama, to Hiashi-sama, and Neji-sama. You all made this possible. Truly, from the bottom of my heart, thank you."
"P-Please don't bow, Natsu-san," Hinata stammered, shaking her head as she wiped at her eyes. Her tears spilled despite her efforts to stop them. "You… You don't have to do that anymore. None of you do." She took a deep breath, steadying herself. "And I'm not 'Lady' anymore, right? Just call me 'Hinata.' We're not the main family and branch family anymore—we're just… family."
Natsu straightened, her expression a complicated mix of joy and lingering unease. "Family," she repeated softly, as if tasting the word. A smile graced her lips, but it didn't quite reach her eyes.
Hinata's elation dimmed slightly as she caught the flicker of something else in Natsu's demeanor—hesitation, or perhaps dread. "What's wrong?" she asked, her voice gentle but insistent. The weight of her emotions gave way to concern as she studied the maid's expression.
Natsu hesitated, her hands clasping tightly in front of her. "It would be wonderful if things were as simple as that, Hinata-sama." She faltered, correcting herself quickly. "Hinata."
Hinata's brow furrowed, her unease growing. "What do you mean?"
Natsu glanced away, her smile faltering entirely. "I… I don't believe it's my place to explain further. If you would like, I can escort you to your father. He will explain better than I ever could."
"Thank you," Hinata said quietly, her joy now tinged with a growing sense of apprehension. She followed Natsu deeper into the compound, the familiar sights and sounds offering little comfort now that doubt had taken root in her mind.
The two walked in silence, Natsu bowing her head slightly, her hands still clasped in front of her as though she were still bound by old customs. Hinata noticed the weight of habit in every step and gesture, the way Natsu carried herself as a servant despite the freedom etched onto her unmarked forehead. The sight filled Hinata with a mix of pride and sorrow.
As they passed other members of the clan, Hinata felt the weight of their gazes. Some stopped what they were doing, turning to bow deeply as she walked by. She nodded in acknowledgment, her own emotions swirling too chaotically to offer much more. Her eyes lingered on each face, noting that while some foreheads were clear, others still bore the Caged Bird Seal.
"Have some refused to take the elixir?" she asked quietly, her gaze lingering on an elderly member of the branch family whose seal remained.
Natsu's steps slowed, and she responded after a moment of thoughtful silence. "Only a small few of the most elderly. They've lived with the seal their whole lives and seem content to pass on with it."
Hinata couldn't quite tell what Natsu's feelings were on the matter, but the slight crease in her brow suggested frustration.
"I see," Hinata murmured, her voice heavy with mixed emotions. She wanted to say more but held back, unsure of the current dynamics within the clan. "And the younger members? The ones who still bear the mark?"
Natsu answered more readily this time. "The elixir takes time to make. We can only pick the Moonfire Blossom on a full moon, and we dare not take too much at a time. Even after two years, there are still branch members awaiting their turn."
The explanation didn't surprise Hinata—she had known the limitations of the Moonfire Elixir from the start—but the knowledge that so many still had to wait for their freedom was a bitter reminder of how slow change could be.
"…And there has been one other complication," Natsu added under her breath, almost as if she hadn't meant to speak at all.
Hinata's head turned sharply, her concern deepening. She considered pressing for more details but stopped herself. Natsu's shoulders were tense, and her reluctance was clear. Whatever this "complication" was, it would have to come from her father.
For now, Hinata would have to wait.
The Hyūga dojo loomed large, its simple yet elegant architecture a testament to the clan's centuries-old dedication to discipline and tradition. Natsu led Hinata through its polished hallways, the faint scent of cedar and sandalwood lingering in the air. The sounds of sparring echoed faintly from outside, each impact of chakra and movement a steady rhythm that brought a bittersweet wave of nostalgia to Hinata's heart.
When they emerged into the inner garden, Hinata's breath caught in her throat. The space was stunning—lush and alive with the season. Vibrant greenery lined the edges of the sparring grounds, where neatly trimmed hedges framed a wide clearing. A small koi pond sparkled under the golden rays of the sun, its surface rippling as colorful fish darted below. Tall, flowering trees swayed gently in the breeze, their blossoms adding dashes of color to the serene environment. The scent of wisteria hung faintly in the air, mingling with the earthiness of freshly turned soil from the sparring ground.
In the center of the garden, Hiashi and Hanabi moved in a blur of precision and energy. Hiashi stood tall and composed, his white robes immaculate despite the intensity of their match. His expression was calm but razor-sharp, his every movement a masterclass in the Hyūga clan's Jyūken style. His Byakugan glinted faintly, its presence radiating authority.
Hanabi, on the other hand, was all movement and fire. Her cropped hair framed her determined expression, her eyes gleaming with focus and defiance. Unlike her father's poised precision, Hanabi's style was creative and fluid. She darted around the clearing with an agility that left Hinata momentarily awestruck, using the environment to her advantage. She leapt from tree trunks, kicked off the koi pond's stone edge, and hurled attacks from unpredictable angles, her chakra strikes crackling with intensity.
But Hiashi met every assault with effortless grace. His palms moved in a blur, deflecting Hanabi's strikes with minimal effort, his stance unyielding as if rooted in the very earth beneath him. The sparring match was as much a demonstration of Hanabi's bold ingenuity as it was of Hiashi's unwavering mastery.
Hinata's heart swelled as she watched them. Her father, once so distant, now seemed fully engaged, not just as a teacher but as a mentor guiding his youngest daughter. Hanabi, in turn, was a far cry from the young girl Hinata remembered. She was vibrant, fierce, and confident—a testament to her own growth in the two years Hinata had been away.
Hiashi's stance shifted suddenly, drawing Hinata's focus. The Hakke: Rotation. She recognized it immediately, the Hyūga clan's ultimate defensive technique. But Hiashi wasn't using it defensively.
He spun, chakra exploding from every tenketsu in a spiraling vortex. The sheer force lifted Hanabi off her feet, flinging her into the air like a leaf caught in a storm. She spun helplessly, her body tumbling end over end as she hurtled toward the ground. Her father made no move to catch her, his expression calm but watchful, as though waiting to see what she would do.
Hinata acted without hesitation.
Her body moved instinctively, her chakra surging as she leapt forward with blinding speed. The distance from the garden's edge to Hanabi was considerable, but Hinata crossed it in an instant, her form a blur of white and lavender robes. With precision and grace, she caught her sister mid-air, cradling her securely before landing softly on the ground, her feet barely disturbing the grass beneath them.
Hanabi blinked up at her, her expression quickly shifting from surprise to mischievous delight. "Nee-sama! Welcome home!" she chirped, wrapping her arms around Hinata's neck in a playful hug.
Hinata let out a soft laugh, relief mingling with affection. "Yeah, I'm back," she said, her voice warm but tinged with melancholy. She tightened her hold on Hanabi for a moment, taking in how much her little sister had grown. "I missed you," she whispered, her voice carrying all the emotions she couldn't quite put into words.
"Me too," Hanabi replied softly, her playful demeanor giving way to genuine warmth. After a moment, she shifted her weight, and Hinata carefully set her down. The younger girl grinned up at her, her pride evident. "Did you see that, Nee-sama? I almost had him!"
Hinata laughed lightly. "You've grown so strong, Hanabi. I'm proud of you."
Hiashi approached them, his Byakugan deactivating as he stepped into the sunlight. Despite Hinata's growth, he still stood a full head taller, his presence commanding yet strangely softer than she remembered. His hair, now streaked with gray, and the faint lines on his face spoke of time passed, but his aura of quiet strength remained unchanged.
"You've grown beautiful, Hinata," he said, his voice steady but warm, his gaze filled with something she couldn't quite name—pride, regret, perhaps even love. "And certainly more powerful. I am—"
He froze as Hinata stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him in a sudden, heartfelt hug.
For a moment, Hiashi stood stiffly, clearly caught off guard. When was the last time they had embraced? Hinata couldn't remember, but she knew she wouldn't let that distance remain. She felt his hesitation give way as he gently placed a hand on her shoulder.
"I missed you too, Father," she said, her voice steady but filled with emotion. She pulled back just enough to look at him, a soft smile on her face.
Hiashi blinked, clearly at a loss for words. Hanabi, meanwhile, couldn't contain her amusement, snickering openly at her father's rare moment of speechlessness.
"Y-Yes," Hiashi cleared his throat, regaining his composure. "Shall we head inside for tea? I imagine there's much we need to discuss."
"That sounds wonderful," Hinata replied, her heart lighter than it had been in years.
Hiashi turned and began leading them away from the garden, his measured pace allowing Hinata and Hanabi to fall in step behind him. As they walked, he stopped briefly beside Natsu, who stood quietly, her hands folded neatly in front of her.
"Could you prepare tea for us?" he asked, his voice as calm and composed as ever.
"Of course, Hiashi-sama," Natsu replied with a polite bow. Her voice held the deference of years spent in servitude, though her expression softened as she glanced at Hinata.
Hinata hesitated for only a moment before stepping closer, her hand resting lightly on Natsu's shoulder. "Please join us for tea," she said, her tone kind and genuine. The words carried a warmth that seemed to linger in the air.
Natsu's eyes widened in surprise, and for a brief moment, her composed exterior faltered. She looked at Hinata as though trying to gauge whether the offer was truly sincere. Slowly, a small, almost shy smile spread across her face, though she quickly suppressed it, bowing her head once more.
"Thank you, Hinata-sama," she said, her voice quieter now, almost hesitant. She stood frozen for a moment, clearly wrestling with herself, the traditions ingrained in her clashing with the joy the invitation brought her. Finally, unable to hold back her feelings any longer, she nodded firmly. "I would be honored."
Hinata returned her smile. "I'm glad."
As they walked back toward the main house, the sound of their footsteps against the stone pathway filled the silence for a few moments before Hanabi broke it.
"So, Nee-sama," she began, her tone light and curious, "what was the most exciting thing you did during your pilgrimage?"
Hinata glanced at her sister, surprised by the sudden question, but found herself smiling. "That's a hard question to answer. Every shrine was unique in its own way. But I think… meeting the Hinoshita Clan and seeing their techniques was one of the most fascinating parts."
"The Hinoshita Clan?" Hanabi asked, her brow furrowing in thought. "Aren't they supposed to be a branch family of the Hyūga? But they don't even have the Byakugan, right? I always heard they were cut off from us ages ago."
Hinata smiled softly, the memories of her time with the Hinoshita flooding back. "That's true. They don't have the Byakugan," she explained. "But they've found other ways to utilize their chakra—ways that are deeply spiritual and unlike anything I've ever seen. Their techniques aren't about combat, but purification. They've developed rituals that can cleanse negative energy and purify chakra flow. It's incredibly powerful in its own way."
Hanabi's eyes widened with curiosity, her interest clearly piqued. "That's… different. So, how did you get them to even talk to you? I heard they're almost impossible to approach."
Hinata chuckled softly, her tone warm with nostalgia. "That's what I thought too. But when I arrived, they recognized me right away. They could tell I was a reincarnation of Kali, though I still don't know how. It was as if they were waiting for me."
Hanabi's brow lifted, her surprise evident. "Seriously? Just like that?"
"Just like that," Hinata confirmed, her smile growing. "They welcomed me as though I were family. And in a way, I suppose I am."
"So what was it like?" Hanabi pressed. "Their purification rituals, I mean."
Hinata's gaze grew distant for a moment, her expression thoughtful. "It was… breathtaking. Their movements were precise and deliberate, almost like a dance, but it wasn't for show. They used chakra to create patterns in the air, weaving it into intricate formations. The energy they generated could cleanse corruption and mend damaged chakra networks. I even saw them purify an entire lake that had been tainted by toxic runoff. It was unlike anything I've ever experienced."
Hanabi leaned in slightly, her enthusiasm evident. "You'll have to teach me sometime. Even if it's not combat-related, it sounds fascinating."
Hinata nodded, her heart warm at her sister's eagerness. "I'd love to. It's something I think everyone could benefit from learning, even if it's just to bring balance."
Hanabi grinned. "I think the clan could use a little balance."
The two sisters shared a quiet laugh as they continued walking, the bond between them rekindling with every step.
By the time they reached the main house, the conversation had shifted to other topics, with Hanabi teasing Hinata about how much taller she had gotten. Hinata couldn't help but laugh, the easy camaraderie between them filling her with a sense of comfort she hadn't realized she had missed.
The tearoom they entered was a masterpiece of traditional elegance. The tatami mats were immaculately kept, their soft green hue complementing the dark wooden beams that framed the room. Shoji screens lined the walls, their translucent panels allowing the golden light of the late afternoon to filter through, casting soft patterns on the floor. In one corner, a simple tokonoma alcove held a scroll painted with a single kanji for "harmony," its presence serene and grounding. Beside it, a small arrangement of summer wildflowers rested in a pale ceramic vase, their delicate petals a splash of color in the otherwise muted space.
Natsu moved gracefully as she prepared the tea, the soft clinking of porcelain blending with the faint rustle of leaves outside. Hinata and Hanabi sat opposite Hiashi at a low table, its polished surface reflecting the room's soft light. Natsu placed the teacups in front of them with practiced ease, her movements precise yet unhurried.
As she finished, Hinata caught her lingering by the table's edge, hesitant to take a seat. "Please," Hinata said gently, gesturing to the empty spot beside Hanabi. "Join us."
Natsu's hesitation was palpable. She glanced at Hiashi, who offered a small, approving nod, before turning her gaze back to Hinata. Her lips pressed together as though to suppress a smile, but her emotions shone in her eyes. Finally, she gave a small bow and lowered herself onto the cushion, her posture still formal but her expression quietly pleased.
"It's been a long time since we've shared tea like this," Hiashi said, breaking the momentary silence. His voice was calm, but there was a warmth to it that hadn't always been there.
Hinata nodded, her hands cradling the warm cup. "It has," she agreed softly. As she sipped the tea, the comforting aroma and taste grounded her.
Hiashi took a deliberate sip of his tea, his gaze shifting briefly to Natsu before settling on Hinata. His measured silence hung in the air, thick with unspoken weight, until he finally broke it. "You must have questions about the state of the clan," he began, his voice calm yet burdened. "As you've no doubt noticed, we have been slowly working to remove the Caged Bird Seal from those who desire it."
Hinata nodded, her hands tightening slightly around her teacup. "Yes," she admitted, her voice steady, though her heart quickened. "Natsu-san mentioned some of this already." She glanced toward the woman, who was seated silently next to Hanabi, her expression unreadable. "But… she also mentioned there's been a complication."
Hiashi's expression darkened ever so slightly, his lips pressing into a thin line. For a moment, it seemed he might evade her question entirely. Instead, he exhaled deeply, setting his teacup down with deliberate care. "I didn't wish to trouble you with this so soon after your return," he said slowly, his tone almost apologetic. "But it seems there is no avoiding it."
The somber atmosphere set Hinata on edge. Her fingers trembled as she lowered her own cup, her mind racing. "What happened?" she asked softly, her eyes darting between her father, Hanabi, and Natsu. Each of them hesitated, exchanging brief glances that only deepened her unease.
"Father, allow me," Hanabi offered, her voice calm but laced with a certain firmness. She straightened in her seat, her youthful features unusually serious. "You saw it earlier, didn't you? The technique Father used in the garden—Hakke: Rotation?"
Hinata blinked, nodding slowly. "Yes," she confirmed. "It's one of the techniques traditionally passed down our clan."
"And who," Hanabi pressed gently, "is taught to properly use such techniques?"
Realization flickered across Hinata's face, though it came with confusion rather than clarity. "Are you saying there's still a rift between the main and branch families because of these techniques?" she asked cautiously. Her stomach churned at the thought.
"Strictly speaking, no," Natsu interjected softly, her tone uncharacteristically hesitant. "It's… more of an unintended side effect." She glanced toward Hiashi, who remained silent, his gaze heavy. When neither he nor Hanabi spoke, Natsu continued, though her voice dropped to a near whisper. "Hinata-sama, what was the Caged Bird Seal originally meant to do?"
"To protect the Byakugan from being stolen," Hinata answered reflexively, her brow furrowing. "From falling into outside hands."
"Correct," Natsu said, her hands folding neatly in her lap, though tension coiled in her shoulders. "But consider this: before its removal, the Byakugan had never, to our knowledge, been successfully stolen. Why do you think that was?"
Hinata's breath caught. The question lingered, gnawing at her as she pieced together what they were all so carefully skirting around. Her mind darted to the branch family's vulnerability, to the newfound freedom many had gained in the past two years—and to the dangers that might come with it. Her hands clenched tightly in her lap, knuckles whitening as the realization hit her.
Her voice was a whisper, but it carried the weight of her mounting dread. "How many?"
Hiashi's gaze softened with a rare trace of regret. "Six," he answered gravely. "Six members of the branch family have been slain, their Byakugan stolen."
Hinata's heart dropped, a cold wave of shock crashing over her. "No…" she breathed, her chest tightening. "How? Who—?"
"There is a bounty on all Hyūga," Natsu said quietly, cutting through her disbelief. "The branch family has been the primary victims thus far as they don't know the main branch techniques with which to defend themselves. For now, the younger and weaker members have been barred from high-ranking missions, with few exceptions."
Hinata's shock gave way to a slow-burning rage, her fists trembling with the force of her emotions. "Who put out the bounty?" she demanded, her voice sharp despite her efforts to keep calm. She could feel her pulse pounding in her ears, her breathing uneven.
Hiashi's eyes darkened, his voice steady but cold. "Orochimaru."
That single name struck Hinata like a blow, reigniting the fury she thought she had left behind. Her mind flashed to Kurenai's wounded form, to the pain and fear Orochimaru had caused in her life before. Now, he had taken something precious—something she had fought so hard to protect.
"I thought his obsession was with the Sharingan," Hinata bit out, her voice trembling with restrained anger. "Why the Byakugan now?"
Hiashi's expression remained inscrutable, but his tone carried a weight that was impossible to ignore. "Orochimaru's ambitions are ever-shifting," he said grimly. "Rumor has it he has joined the Akatsuki, and with Amaterasu at their helm, his interests may have broadened."
Hinata's nails bit into her palms, her head swimming with emotions she rarely allowed herself to feel. The pain of loss, the guilt of unintended consequences, the rage of betrayal—they all collided, leaving her struggling to contain them. Yet, even through the haze of anger, she refused to let herself crumble.
"I do wish to be clear," Natsu interjected gently, her tone soothing. "We are grateful to you and Hanabi-sama for what you've done. For freeing us. If I were to have been one of those killed, I would still consider it a worthy price to pay for my freedom. And I believe the majority of the branch family feels the same."
Hinata turned her gaze to Natsu, her breathing uneven but slowly steadying. The sincerity in the woman's eyes was impossible to miss, and it struck a chord within her. "Thank you, Natsu-san," she said softly, her voice regaining its strength.
Hanabi leaned forward, a small, reassuring grin on her face. "We didn't want to throw all this heavy stuff at you the moment you came home," she said lightly. "We wanted to hear about your adventures first."
Hinata forced a small smile, her heart still heavy but warmed by her sister's attempt to ease the tension. "You're right," she said softly, though her mind was still swirling with thoughts. She glanced at her tea, momentarily uncertain how to bring up the topic that had weighed on her since she left Itachi's office. Finally, she decided there was no sense in avoiding it. "Actually… there's something important I should tell you."
Her words caught their attention immediately. Hiashi looked up from his tea, his brow furrowing slightly. Hanabi leaned forward, her curiosity piqued, while Natsu paused in the middle of refilling Hiashi's cup, her head tilting in quiet interest.
"In the meeting with Hokage-sama, it was decided…" Hinata hesitated, feeling a lump rise in her throat as she thought of what lay ahead. "I'll be sparring against Naruto-kun tonight, in the Forest of Death."
For a moment, there was silence, the weight of her words settling over the room. Then Hanabi's eyes widened in a mixture of surprise and excitement. "You're going to fight Naruto?" she asked, her voice almost awed. "I've heard so much about him lately! Everyone says he's become ridiculously strong."
Hiashi's expression darkened with concern, though his tone remained calm and measured. "Strong doesn't begin to describe him," he said. "Just after you left, Konoha held a private Chūnin Exam to assess the next generation of shinobi, a measure taken to restore order and structure after the turbulence of recent years. Uzumaki Naruto participated and swept through the tournament phase effortlessly. He defeated every opponent he faced with decisive victories, demonstrating an unparalleled combination of power and strategy."
He paused, his gaze settling on Hinata. "His performance wasn't just impressive—it was overwhelming. Many in the village have regarded him as one of Konoha's strongest rising stars ever since."
Hinata blinked in surprise. Her father had always been reserved in his praise, particularly when it came to those outside the Hyūga clan. That he would speak so highly and unabashedly of Naruto of all people left her momentarily stunned. Her chest swelled with pride, but a part of her couldn't help but feel the weight of her father's words—this was the Naruto she would face tonight.
Natsu, still holding the teapot, spoke hesitantly, a faint blush rising to her cheeks. "He's not just strong. He's… inspiring. The villagers talk about him as if he's the heart of Konoha itself. They say his determination is unshakable, and his ability to connect with others is…" She trailed off, her voice dropping almost to a whisper. "Remarkable."
Hinata's brow furrowed slightly at Natsu's words. Was Naruto really seen that way now? And that blush—was Natsu… taken with him? The thought sent an unexpected pang of discomfort through her chest, and she found herself wondering if there were other women in the village who felt the same. Had Naruto's warmth and charisma drawn others closer to him while she had been away?
Hanabi leaned closer to Hinata, her voice lowering conspiratorially. "And did you hear? Apparently, Hokage-sama has been personally mentoring him in secret. They say he's preparing Naruto to one day take over as Hokage. It's supposed to be hush-hush, but everyone in the village knows. After all, Hokage-sama doesn't take just anyone under his wing."
For a moment, Hinata's thoughts stilled. Itachi mentoring Naruto? Her surprise was quickly replaced by a warmth that spread through her chest. She knew how much Naruto had always longed for recognition and guidance, and the thought of him being groomed for Hokage filled her with quiet joy. He must be so happy, she thought. Her lips curved into a small, almost imperceptible smile.
Hiashi raised a hand, quieting Hanabi's enthusiasm before it could spiral further. "The point is," he said gravely, turning to Hinata, "Naruto is not the same boy you trained alongside. He is now a shinobi of exceptional skill and renown. Are you prepared for this?"
Hinata felt her chest tighten under the weight of her father's words and the awe in her sister's voice. But then she straightened her posture, meeting her father's gaze with quiet resolve. "I've trained every day of these past two years for this moment," she said, her voice steady. "I won't back down."
Hiashi studied her carefully, his expression softening ever so slightly. "Then Hanabi and I will accompany you," he said. "I wish to see for myself how far you've come—and how you fare against a shinobi of Naruto's caliber."
"Me too!" Hanabi added, grinning as she leaned toward Hinata. "I've been dying to see how far you've come since the last Chūnin Exams! I mean, come on—Naruto against my big sister? This is going to be incredible!"
Natsu, for her part, seemed torn between pride and worry. She hesitated before offering a small bow. "Hinata-sama… please be careful," she said softly. "We're all proud of you, no matter the outcome."
Hinata gave her a reassuring smile, touched by the support from all of them. "Thank you, Natsu-san," she said. "And don't worry—I'll give it everything I have."
As the mood lightened slightly, the family lingered over the remaining tea, Hanabi eagerly asking questions about the spar while Hiashi offered quiet insights about strategy. But as the sky deepened into the warm hues of early evening, Hinata rose to her feet, the reality of the upcoming battle settling heavily on her shoulders.
"I should prepare," she said, her tone calm but resolute. "There's still time for me to meditate before we leave."
Hiashi gave a small nod of approval, his demeanor proud yet restrained. "We will see you at the gates," he said simply.
Hanabi gave her a playful thumbs-up, her excitement still palpable. "You've got this, Nee-sama!"
Natsu, her expression unreadable, bowed slightly as Hinata turned to leave. "Good luck, Hinata-sama," Natsu said quietly, her voice tinged with both pride and unease.
Hinata smiled at them all, bowing her head slightly in gratitude. "Thank you. I'll do my best," she said softly, her determination renewed. With a final glance at her father, sister, and Natsu, she turned and made her way out of the tearoom.
The hallway was quiet as she walked, her footsteps light against the polished wood floor. The fading hues of twilight spilled in through the shoji screens, casting long shadows that danced softly along the walls. The stillness of the house seemed to amplify the sound of her heartbeat, steady yet heavy with anticipation. She passed by familiar doorways and alcoves, memories whispering to her with every step she took.
Hinata allowed herself a moment to reflect on the conversation they'd just had, her father's uncharacteristic praise of Naruto, Hanabi's infectious admiration, and even Natsu's quiet pride. Their words lingered in her mind, a potent mix of hope and pressure. She took a deep breath, steadying herself as she approached her bedroom.
When she reached the door, she hesitated for a moment. Her hand rested against the frame as she gazed at the wood, worn smooth from years of use. A faint smile tugged at her lips—this was her sanctuary, her space, untouched by the chaos of the world outside. Sliding the door open, she stepped inside and froze.
Her breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight before her.
It was exactly the same.
Every detail was as she had left it, untouched by time. The tatami mats on the floor were pristine, their faint earthy scent grounding her as she stepped inside. Her futon lay neatly rolled up in the corner, the same deep violet fabric she remembered. The small wooden desk near the window was still arranged with her inkstone, brushes, and scrolls, though a light layer of dust hinted at its lack of use in her absence. On the shelves beside it, her childhood books and trinkets sat undisturbed, from her favorite calligraphy manuals to the tiny porcelain fox figurine Hanabi had once given her.
The walls bore delicate paper screens, decorated with soft, painted motifs of blooming wisteria. A low table rested in the center of the room, adorned with a simple ceramic vase holding dried lavender stalks—faded now but still fragrant. The faint glow of the setting sun filtered through the shoji doors leading to her private veranda, bathing the room in a warm, golden light.
Hinata closed the door behind her and stood still for a moment, letting the familiarity wash over her. A wave of nostalgia tugged at her heart, but it was accompanied by something bittersweet. How much she had changed since she had last been in this room. It felt smaller now, more like a glimpse into the life of a younger girl she no longer was.
Still, the comfort it offered was undeniable. Taking a deep breath, Hinata moved to the center of the room, sitting cross-legged on the tatami mats. The temptation to sink into her futon and let the world fade away for a while was strong, but she knew better. There wasn't time for rest, not now.
She closed her eyes, inhaling deeply. The scent of lavender mixed with the faint, comforting aroma of old paper and tatami. Slowly, her breathing steadied, and she reached for the stillness within herself.
As Hinata's eyes opened to the eight-trigrams realm, the familiar sensation of being enveloped in vast darkness returned. The space was endless and formless, an infinite void where time and sound seemed muted. The only source of light was the glowing green eight-trigrams seal etched onto the ground beneath her feet. The mark pulsed faintly, its radiance casting an eerie glow that illuminated her surroundings in a soft, otherworldly light. The yin-yang symbol in its center seemed to spin slowly, as though alive with purpose. Each line of the seal seemed to hum with latent energy, connecting her to something ancient and profound.
Above the center of the glowing seal floated Ōtsutsuki Kali. Her long, flowing lavender and white shrine maiden robes seemed to shimmer, as if woven from the very essence of the realm itself. Her Byakugan eyes, faintly glowing, were identical to Hinata's except for the delicate white lotus blooming within the irises—a symbol of her transcendent nature. Her hair, though the same deep indigo as Hinata's, was longer, cascading down her back in loose waves that framed her serene yet commanding face. Despite their differences, the resemblance between them was striking. Kali's features carried the same gentle strength as Hinata's, but with an air of ageless wisdom. If Hinata had matured further, they could easily have been mistaken for twins.
"You've had quite the eventful day," Kali greeted, her voice warm yet tinged with a rueful smile. She stood with her arms slightly crossed, her presence both comforting and unshakably powerful. As always, her words carried an undertone of playful candor, a trait Hinata had grown to expect.
Hinata stepped toward her, feeling the subtle hum of energy from the seal beneath her feet resonate with her movements. "It feels like I've barely had a moment to breathe," she admitted, offering a small smile in return. "But the toughest part is yet to come."
Kali tilted her head, her gaze softening. "The spar with Asura's reincarnation, yes? Naruto." Her tone was thoughtful, her expression unreadable. "What are you feeling right now?"
Hinata hesitated, her gaze drifting downward. "Uncertainty," she said finally. "I've trained so hard, pushed myself to limits I never thought possible. And yet, Naruto-kun… he's always been ahead of me. He's been preparing for this much longer than I have. I can't help but wonder if I'm ready." She glanced back up at Kali. "Is there anything you can tell me about Asura? About his powers?"
Kali let out a soft, wistful laugh, her ethereal form shimmering slightly as she gestured with one hand. "Asura wasn't exactly strong when I knew him in life," she began. "He was kind, selfless, and fiercely determined, but his power wasn't innate. It came from the bonds he formed and the will he cultivated to protect those he loved. That's where his strength truly lies—his ability to inspire and grow stronger through others."
She paused, folding her arms as her gaze turned contemplative. "His reincarnations reflect that same trait. Had you faced Naruto two years ago, I would have said your victory was assured. But now…" Kali's voice trailed off, and she sighed. "Now, he's a completely different person. Not only is he Asura's reincarnation, but he is also a Jinchūriki of the Kyūbi. On top of that, he and Indra's reincarnation—Sasuke—have done the impossible: they've reconciled their blood feud. That alone has likely unlocked potentials we can't yet predict."
Hinata frowned, her hands clenching slightly at her sides. "So you're saying I'm at a disadvantage?"
"I'm saying it's impossible to know," Kali replied, her tone firm but not unkind. "Naruto and Sasuke's bond has likely accelerated his growth in ways neither of us could have foreseen. His strength isn't just his own anymore—it's tied to the people around him, to the lessons he's learned and the love he's been shown. That makes him unpredictable."
Hinata exhaled slowly, trying to process Kali's words. She couldn't ignore the familiar pang of inadequacy that resurfaced whenever she thought about Naruto's boundless potential. "I've always been chasing after him," she admitted quietly. "And just when I thought I'd caught up, it feels like he's pulled ahead again."
"Don't let that discourage you," Kali said, floating closer. Her voice softened, taking on a more maternal tone. "You've trained to slay gods, Hinata. You carry the power of the Nichiren Byakugan, the will of your clan, and your own indomitable spirit. This fight isn't about surpassing Naruto or proving yourself to him. It's about proving yourself to you. To see just how far you've come."
Kali's hand extended, resting lightly on Hinata's shoulder. The warmth of her touch spread through her, soothing the storm of emotions swirling in her chest. "You're ready for this. Whatever happens tonight, remember this: Naruto doesn't want someone chasing him. He wants someone standing beside him."
The words hit Hinata like a revelation, and she looked up at Kali with wide eyes. "Thank you," she said softly. "You always know how to remind me of what's important."
Kali smiled, her Nichiren Byakugan shimmering with quiet pride. "I've been at this for a thousand years," she said with a playful shrug. "It comes with the territory."
For a moment, the two stood in companionable silence, the hum of the eight-trigrams seal resonating softly beneath them. Then, Kali floated back, her expression turning more serious. "Go," she said, her voice steady. "Give this fight everything you have. Let it be a test of your resolve, of the strength you've worked so hard to achieve."
Hinata nodded, her resolve solidifying as she closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she was back in her room, the warm light of the setting sun filtering through the shoji doors. Taking a deep breath to center herself, she rose to her feet. There was no more time for hesitation. The fight awaited, and she was ready to face it head-on.
After rising to her feet, she smoothed her shrine maiden robes, adjusting the orange kumihimo cord that tied her ponytail. As she stepped out of her room and into the hall, she felt a renewed sense of purpose. Her bare feet glided silently over the polished wooden floors, carrying her toward the entrance of the Hyūga compound. The quiet of the house felt almost sacred, but as she neared the entrance, she heard faint voices waiting for her.
Hiashi and Hanabi stood at the doorway, both poised and elegant in the soft twilight. Her father was dressed in his formal robes, the faint silver streaks in his hair catching the lantern light. Hanabi, her cropped hair framing her youthful yet determined face, wore her training attire, her posture as confident as ever. The two of them turned as she approached.
Hiashi regarded his daughter with a steady gaze, his tone even but probing. "Hinata, are you prepared for this?"
Hanabi leaned in slightly, her eyes narrowing playfully. "Yeah, Nee-san, you ready to take on Naruto? He's not exactly the same guy you trained with before."
Hinata took a deep breath, her posture straightening with quiet confidence. "I've trained harder than ever for this. I'm not the same person I was when I left. I'm ready to face him, no matter what."
Hiashi nodded, his expression softening ever so slightly. "Good. Then let us see how far you've come."
Hanabi grinned, giving her a thumbs-up. "That's the spirit! Let's go, Nee-san!"
With her family at her side, Hinata felt her resolve solidify. It wasn't just her strength on the line tonight—it was her promise, her growth, and the culmination of everything she had worked toward.
The three of them exited the compound together, walking in comfortable silence through the village streets. The glow of lanterns lit their path as they moved from the quiet Hyūga district to the busier thoroughfares of Konoha. Hinata noticed how the village seemed to buzz with energy, shinobi and civilians alike going about their business despite the encroaching night.
As they neared the outskirts of the village, the atmosphere began to shift. The comforting hum of the village faded, replaced by the rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of insects. The gates to the Forest of Death loomed ahead, towering and ominous under the moonlight. The dense trees within seemed to swallow the light, their shadows stretching out as if to warn all who dared enter.
But Hinata's focus wasn't on the forest itself—it was on the crowd gathered outside its gates.
To her surprise, there were far more spectators than she had anticipated. It wasn't just her father and sister who had come to see the match. Standing near the entrance was the Godaime Hokage, Itachi, his presence commanding yet subdued. Dressed in his formal robes, his long dark hair framed his sharp features, and his eyes—though lacking the Sharingan's signature glow—seemed to take in everything with quiet precision. Beside him stood Sarutobi Hiruzen, the retired Third Hokage, his wizened face calm but his stance attentive. The two of them exchanged a quiet conversation as they observed the gathering.
Behind them stood Tsunade, her golden hair gleaming even in the dim light, her expression stern yet curious. Hinata recognized her immediately—Tsunade had been the one to heal her after her battle with Amaterasu. Standing just slightly behind her was another Sannin, Jiraiya, whose towering figure was hard to miss. His laid-back posture and mischievous grin contrasted sharply with the serious atmosphere, but his sharp eyes revealed he was taking everything in.
Yugao was also present, clad in her ANBU armor with her mask perched on the side of her head. Her old squad stood in a tight formation near her, their presence quiet but imposing, as if ready to step in at a moment's notice.
A short distance away, Kurenai and Asuma stood together, their silhouettes familiar and comforting. Kurenai's eyes lit up when she spotted Hinata, and she gave a small nod of encouragement. Beside her, Asuma stood with his arms crossed, a subtle grin on his face as he acknowledged her.
And then there was Naruto.
He stood near Sasuke and Kakashi, a bright and unapologetic grin spreading across his face the moment he saw Hinata approaching. His orange-accented uniform made him stand out even in the shadowed forest clearing, his confident energy drawing attention like a beacon.
Sasuke stood beside him, a stark contrast to Naruto's vibrant presence. His dark hair, longer than Hinata remembered, now fell in a way that obscured his left eye—a deliberate choice to conceal the six-tomoe Rinnegan that lay beneath. His expression was calm, though his gaze was sharp and assessing, a quiet curiosity flickering in his eyes as he observed her. He wore a high-collared black cloak, its edges lined with faint silver accents, draped loosely over his body. The cloak's fabric shifted slightly in the breeze, further obscuring his form and adding to the air of mystery he carried.
Kakashi leaned casually against a tree nearby, one hand holding his ever-present book. Despite his relaxed posture, his single visible eye was fixed on Hinata, its usual cheer replaced with a focused intensity. It was clear he wasn't simply an idle spectator—his attention spoke to his role as a mentor, silently appraising the two combatants who would soon take center stage.
"Yo, Hinata! You ready to finally do this?" Naruto called out, waving eagerly. His voice cut through the quiet, filled with enthusiasm and energy.
Hinata hesitated for a fraction of a second, taking in his expression. There was no nervousness in his tone, no hesitation—only confidence. Was it a sign of his belief in his own abilities? Or something else entirely? She couldn't say. The thought made her heart ache faintly. She used to understand Naruto so easily, but now, she felt as though there was a wall between them—one she silently vowed to overcome.
Forcing herself to smile, she stepped closer. "I'm ready," she said softly, her voice steady despite the swirl of emotions in her chest.
Naruto's grin widened, and he gave her an exaggerated thumbs-up. "Good! Let's give 'em a match to remember!"
As Itachi took notice of Naruto's exuberant exclamation, his dark eyes flickered with an almost imperceptible smirk. "Follow me," he said simply, his tone even but carrying an unmistakable weight of authority.
They approached the massive chain-linked fence marking the boundary of the Forest of Death. The towering structure loomed before them, its rusted edges and heavy gates a stark reminder of the danger within. Yugao and the other ANBU stationed by the entrance stepped forward, their masked faces impassive as they pushed the gate open with a loud, groaning creak. The sound echoed through the still air like a starting pistol, sending a shiver down Hinata's spine. It was as if the forest itself stirred in response, eager for what was to come.
Without a word, Hinata and Naruto followed Itachi through the gates, their footsteps crunching against the gravel path that quickly gave way to the dense underbrush. The towering trees swallowed them whole, and the world beyond the fence seemed to disappear entirely.
The Forest of Death was just as foreboding as Hinata remembered it. Towering trees with impossibly thick trunks stretched toward the sky, their interwoven branches forming a dense canopy that barely allowed the fading sunlight to filter through. The ground was uneven, littered with twisted roots and patches of underbrush that rustled with unseen life. Every sound—every snap of a twig, every faint rustle of leaves—seemed amplified in the oppressive stillness.
Hinata's mind flashed back to her time here during the Chūnin Exams. She remembered the overwhelming sense of dread she'd felt then, surrounded by both the dangers of the forest and the rival shinobi determined to eliminate her. It was here that she had first truly confronted her fear of failure, where she had resolved to stand tall despite her insecurities. Now, walking through the same forest years later, she felt a strange mixture of familiarity and foreboding. The stakes were different this time, but the weight on her shoulders felt just as heavy.
Naruto, walking beside her, broke the silence with a dry comment. "Not much point in having an audience," he muttered, glancing around at the sprawling wilderness.
"Worry not. They're watching," Itachi responded cryptically, not breaking stride. His words sent a chill through Hinata as she glanced around, her sharpened senses now picking up faint traces of chakra signatures all around them. Only then did she notice the presence of summoning animals—silent toads perched on low branches, watchful crows scattered across the treetops, and even a hawk circling high above.
Her gaze darted toward the faint glimmer of her father and sister's Byakugan watching from afar. Their presence, along with the silent guardians of the other spectators, made it clear: this match wasn't merely for their benefit. It was a test for Hinata and Naruto, one that the village's elite had come to observe.
"How far do you expect our battle to reach?" Hinata asked cautiously, her voice steady despite the tightening knot in her chest. The Forest of Death was massive—an arena that had once held dozens of Genin for five days during the Chūnin Exams. This time they were only two. And yet, they kept going deeper, the light growing dimmer and the air colder with every step.
"It's just a precaution," Itachi replied, his tone as composed as ever. After a pause, he added, "If either of your attacks reaches beyond the bounds of the training area, the match will end immediately, and the perpetrator will be deemed to have forfeited."
Naruto let out an exaggerated groan, his hand running through his hair. "That's no fun," he complained, though there was an unmistakable confidence in his voice. He didn't sound worried in the slightest, and his casual attitude only heightened Hinata's nerves. Was he that confident in his ability to control his power? Or did he genuinely believe she wouldn't push him to his limits?
Finally, Itachi came to an abrupt stop. "This should be far enough," he said, turning to face them. The clearing he had chosen was unremarkable—thick tree trunks surrounded them on all sides, their gnarled roots snaking across the forest floor. The last rays of sunlight barely reached them here, the darkness broken only by faint beams of light filtering through the canopy above. The silence was deafening, the only sounds the distant calls of nocturnal creatures stirring to life.
Hinata's eyes darted around the clearing, taking in every detail. Her heart pounded in her chest, the reality of what was about to happen sinking in. Memories of her last match against Naruto flashed through her mind—his unwavering determination, his refusal to back down, and the spark of rivalry that had ignited between them. But this wasn't the same Naruto she had faced before, and she wasn't the same Hinata. This was the culmination of two years of growth, of struggles and triumphs, and the promise they had made to each other.
As Hinata took in the ominous stillness of the forest around them, Itachi's calm voice cut through the silence like a blade. "The rules are straightforward," he began, his tone measured and deliberate. "Aside from what was established earlier, this match will follow traditional Chūnin Exam regulations. You will fight until one of you forfeits or I deem it necessary to intervene. Beyond that, anything goes."
Hinata felt the weight of his words settle over her like a mantle. She understood what was being asked of her—this was not just a sparring match. This was a test of everything she had worked toward over the past two years, a culmination of the promise she and Naruto had made long ago.
This fight was nothing more than a simple continuation of the Chūnin Exams. In other words—a chance to resolve what had been left unfinished. Hinata had defeated Gaara in the first round of the tournament, earning her place as one of Konoha's rising stars. Meanwhile, Naruto had faced Sasuke in an unofficial match outside the arena—a clash of wills as much as strength. Though that fight hadn't been part of the tournament's official capacity, the significance was undeniable. Both victories had been pivotal, shaping the paths they had walked since.
Now, this battle felt like destiny. The culmination of their journeys, their growth, and their bond. Two years of training, struggle, and sacrifice had led them to this moment. Hinata squared her shoulders, her gaze sharpening as she looked at the space where Itachi stood, his composed demeanor making it clear he would tolerate no hesitation.
For Hinata, this was her chance to stand as Naruto's equal—not just as a fellow shinobi but as someone who had overcome the shadow of her former self. She steeled her resolve, the faint hum of chakra building in her veins. The Forest of Death, which had once been a place of fear and uncertainty, was now the stage where she would prove just how far she had come.
"Are you both ready?" Itachi asked, his voice calm and measured, as though verifying their resolve one last time. His sharp gaze shifted between them, lingering briefly on each as if to weigh their determination.
Naruto's grin widened, and he gave an enthusiastic nod, his hands already moving to rest at his sides in anticipation. Hinata took a deep breath, steeling herself as the familiar bloom of the lotus within her eyes gave her a renewed sense of clarity, and she returned Itachi's gaze with a firm, almost imperceptible nod.
Itachi's lips twitched into the faintest hint of a smile. "Then you may begin," he said simply, his body dissipating into a murder of crows that scattered into the darkness above.
For a moment, neither Hinata nor Naruto moved. They still stood side by side, the clearing silent except for the rustle of leaves. The tension was palpable, the air heavy with the weight of what was to come. They hadn't even taken their stances yet, but the battle had already begun in their minds.
Hinata's muscles tensed as her focus sharpened, her heart racing. This was it. Their long-awaited fight had finally started.