Smack, smack, smack…
In a snowy clearing within the forest, rapid, relentless strikes echoed.
Two small figures in snowsuits moved with precision, their feet not sinking into the thick snow but gliding atop it as they clashed.
The black-haired, white-eyed girl, her gloved hands wreathed in blue chakra flames, thrust her fingers with piercing force toward the boy opposite. Her attacks sliced through the air.
The black-haired, blue-eyed boy seemed to anticipate her every move. Just as her fingers neared his snowsuit, chakra poised to penetrate, he deflected her wrists with his palms, neutralizing her strikes. Seizing the openings, he countered with palm thrusts, straight punches, or kicks, sending the girl tumbling into the snow.
Each hit drew a muffled grunt from her, her face twisting in discomfort or pain. Yet, crashing into the snow, she scrambled up swiftly, charging back at the boy.
Even as pain racked her body, even when internal injuries left blood trickling from her lips, she didn't stop.
These two were Izayoi and Hinata.
"Alright, that's enough for now," Izayoi called, halting the spar after an indeterminate time.
At his words, Hinata sank into the snow, gasping for breath. Sweat drenched her face, and blood stained her tattered snowsuit, revealing the normal clothes beneath.
Izayoi's white snowsuit was equally shredded, exposing his own regular attire.
The snowsuits weren't mere decoration. They served a purpose: to train Hinata in "striking through barriers," honing her ability to inject chakra into a target's body and amplifying its destructive force.
When she could pierce the snowsuit to deliver chakra into Izayoi, causing significant damage, it would mark her finger strength as exceptional and her chakra control as formidable.
Thus, every few exchanges, Izayoi deliberately left openings, letting Hinata land hits. Relentless one-sided beatings might craft an invincible image but risked crushing her confidence.
To build her self-assurance, he ensured she tasted success.
Shedding his ruined snowsuit, Izayoi crouched beside Hinata, applying basic medical ninjutsu to heal her.
He wasn't sure if basic techniques could mend hidden injuries or if Hinata had any. But he trusted Hiashi Hyuga knew of their intense spars.
Hiashi's continued approval of their training suggested he'd arrange a checkup for Hinata under some pretext. The Hyuga surely had skilled medical ninja who'd detect and treat any latent injuries.
Even if Hiashi overlooked it, it didn't matter. Young bodies were resilient.
Once Izayoi awakened the Tenseigan, it would likely grant Yin-Yang Release, like the Rinnegan. He could then use it to restore Hinata's health.
This certainty fueled his fearlessness.
After healing her, Izayoi grinned. "How about ice fishing later? We'll grill some fish."
Hinata's eyes sparkled as she nodded. "Okay!"
Izayoi's knowledge of the Naruto world stemmed from the TV anime. He'd neither read the manga nor played the games, gleaning scraps from short videos.
He didn't know if the manga depicted Hinata as a big eater. But the anime featured her dominating a ramen-eating contest, cementing her gluttonous trait across forums, where fans decried it as squandered potential.
In the anime world, a big appetite was a formidable gift.
Yet, like crafting skills, it didn't appear as a talent entry.
Unsure if Hinata possessed this trait, Izayoi once took her fishing and grilled their catch, covertly observing her appetite.
He discovered she ate two to three times his portion.
The revelation thrilled him.
A hearty appetite meant robust digestion, absorbing more nutrients and boosting cellular physical and mental energy. Hinata's future chakra reserves would far surpass her peers'.
The stronger she grew, the better his odds of claiming her red-tier entry.
Knowing her gluttonous nature, Izayoi refused to let it go to waste. After every training session, he'd take her fishing or hunting, ensuring she ate her fill.
Today was no exception.
At first, Hinata held back, striving to maintain a ladylike facade. But she soon noticed Izayoi always prepared heaps of food, as if aware of her secret and determined she'd never go hungry. She stopped restraining herself.
This made her anticipate their training sessions even more.
Her family remained unaware of her appetite. Hinata didn't notice that meals at home had shifted from individual portions to larger spreads, assuming it was for her younger sister.
Izayoi was oblivious to this.
Had he known, he'd have smiled with satisfaction.
This Hinata's fate had undeniably diverged.
With his guidance and Hiashi's quiet support, her strength and personality would never mirror the original's.
Once her foundation solidified, combined with Izayoi's chakra, she might awaken the Tenseigan herself.
Then, she'd truly be the Princess of the Byakugan.
When studying, time crawled; during breaks, it flew—a universal truth for students.
The winter break ended, ushering in Konoha 55.
First-years began their third semester, while sixth-years faced graduation.
Two semesters of rigor had transformed the freshmen. Those remaining wielded chakra and adapted to the demands of academics and combat training.
The third semester introduced the Three Basic Techniques, Konoha's Body Flicker, and Concealment Technique. Combat classes added survival exercises, testing intelligence-gathering and proficiency with the new skills.
Beyond the Three Basics, these were straightforward.
In the original story, Naruto, early on, botched the Clone Technique but wielded Body Flicker and Concealment to outwit chunin in green vests.
None posed a challenge for Izayoi.
Yet combat classes remained limited to taijutsu sparring—no kunai duels or unrestricted fights.
Save for afternoons with taijutsu, Izayoi sent his Shadow Clone to school.
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