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Hearing Naruto's words, Hanabi immediately leaped off the bench and trotted over to the center of the field, a sharp, confident smile on her face.
"Okay!"
She didn't hesitate. The moment the word left her lips, she dropped into a textbook Gentle Fist stance. With a fluid shift of her weight, she lunged at Naruto, her small hands moving with a decisiveness that was the polar opposite of her older sister's.
Naruto calmly parried and pivoted. He watched the patterns of Hanabi's strikes, secretly impressed by the raw talent and the "young calf" courage she displayed. To better track Naruto's movements and pinpoint his tenketsu, the veins around Hanabi's temples suddenly bulged, and her pale eyes sharpened with a predatory clarity.
"Byakugan!"
Under the X-ray vision of her bloodline, Naruto's complex circulatory system was exposed. She could see the blue chakra flowing through his meridians like a river. With the target in sight, Hanabi's strikes became surgical. Her palms sought out his vital points, attempting to sever his connection to his energy.
Naruto watched the needle-sharp bursts of blue chakra at her fingertips. Just as she drove a palm toward his solar plexus, he moved with the speed of a strike-team veteran. He caught her wrist mid-air, his grip firm and absolute, bringing her offensive to a dead stop.
Hinata watched from the sidelines, her heart sinking with a familiar, bitter weight. She saw the truth clearly: Naruto-kun was holding back significantly, yet even then, Hanabi—for all her talent—couldn't touch him.
More painfully, she saw in Hanabi everything she lacked: the courage to strike, the lack of hesitation, and the ease with which she utilized the Byakugan. As the eldest daughter, Hinata had been crushed under the weight of the "Twin Mountains"—her father's cold gaze and the clan's rigid expectations. Her inherent kindness was viewed as a defect; her inability to strike her sister during training was seen as weakness.
But there was a more physical, overlooked reason for Hinata's struggle.
Hinata was a naturally high-metabolism eater; her body required massive amounts of fuel to sustain the energy-intensive Gentle Fist. However, the Hyuga household was governed by a stifling etiquette. At the dinner table, she never dared to eat more than her father, often leaving her in a state of chronic caloric deficit. How could a body that was essentially starving sustain the high-intensity combat required of a shinobi?
Soon, Hanabi's stamina reached its limit. Her small body swayed, her breathing ragged. Just as her knees buckled, Naruto caught her, supporting her with steady arms.
"That's enough for today, Hanabi. You're already very impressive," Naruto praised, his smile warm and genuine. He helped the flushed, excited girl over to Hinata.
"You've both been working hard, and Hanabi looks like she's about to collapse from hunger," Naruto said with a playful wink. "How about I treat you both to dinner? I won't take you to Ichiraku today—I'll be doing the cooking myself."
Hinata, who had been ready to decline out of habit, felt a surge of immense curiosity. Naruto-kun... cooking? The thought sent a sweet thrill through her. She gave a soft, shy nod.
Naruto led the way to his apartment, having already dismissed his Shadow Clones with a silent mental command. The sisters entered the home reservedly. It was austere, but the orderliness and cleanliness were surprising.
"Make yourselves at home on the sofa," Naruto said, heading for the kitchen. He handed them each a bottle of milk to start and began to bustle with the practiced movements of a professional.
He pulled a beautifully marbled Pork Loin from the refrigerator. He had secured it through Teuchi-san, knowing that a shinobi's body was built on protein—something the local grocers usually refused to sell him.
In the kitchen, the sounds of preparation began: the rhythmic thud-thud of a rolling pin tenderizing the meat, the sizzle of oil, and the sharp, clean scent of flour and egg. He sliced the pork into finger-width strips, marinating them in a blend of salt, white pepper, and cooking wine.
On the sofa, Hanabi's nose twitched. "It smells so good, Big Sister!" she whispered, her eyes sparkling as she shook Hinata's arm.
Hinata nodded, the rich aroma of spices and frying meat acting as a sedative for her nerves. For the first time in a long time, she felt her stomach growl with a genuine, unburdened appetite. She sat in the small, quiet home, her heart filled with an anticipation she hadn't felt since she was a small child.
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