Naruto: Wood-Wood Fruit

With Kiyoshi's guidance, Anko and Kurenai—armed with their newly acquired chakra hack—were training vigorously and enthusiastically in the Forest of Death.

Meanwhile—

In the spacious training grounds of the Hyuga clan's estate, two figures, one larger and one smaller, were engaged in a continuous sparring session. 

They exchanged palm strikes, sometimes attacking, blocking, or dodging, moving with incredible speed. 

However, the encounter lacked the intensity of a fierce hand-to-hand combat, which might have made it seem less thrilling to an onlooker.

But the spectators seated nearby—members of the Hyuga clan—were anything but bored. They watched with unbroken focus, some even brimming with admiration. 

Among them were a few aged clan elders, distinguished by their graying hair and prominent foreheads, signifying their higher status within the main family.

"Such beautiful Gentle Fist technique," one elder remarked in awe.

"She is indeed worthy of her position as the main family's heir," added another.

"Her movements are fluid, and her skill is undeniable," one elder nodded approvingly. "As the rumors suggested, Lady Hinata has made astonishing progress lately."

The ordinary onlooker might see this as merely Hiashi holding back to let his daughter practice, but the clan elders perceived something very different. 

Hinata's Gentle Fist foundation was solid and refined, surpassing even that of some family members who had trained for decades. 

Despite her young age and not yet fully developed physique, her movements displayed immense potential, hinting at her capability to one day inherit the clan's leadership.

"Go, Nee-chan!" came a small, encouraging voice from the seating area.

A small girl with dark, straight hair and pale, pupil-less eyes sat with her tiny fists clenched, cheering quietly for her sister. 

However, she didn't notice her mother, seated beside her, watching the sparring session with mixed pride and concern for her eldest daughter. 

Glancing at her younger daughter, Hanabi, the woman's eyes betrayed a hint of helplessness and worry. 

If Hinata was truly this gifted, it would mean Hanabi would likely have to join the branch family, separated from the main family's legacy.

"Gentle Fist Technique: Eight Trigrams."

In the training ground—

Hinata's veins bulged around her eyes as she activated the Byakugan, her pure white pupils fixed on her father, Hiashi. 

With agile movements, she struck out rapidly, calling, "Thirty-Two Palms."

"Boom! Boom!"

The sound of clashing energy filled the air as her father calmly countered her strikes with his own Eight Trigrams: Thirty-Two Palms. 

His technique neutralized her storm-like assault with ease, remaining calm and graceful.

"Are you at your limit?" Hiashi asked, noticing Hinata's heavy breathing. He couldn't help but be astonished at her rapid growth in just a few days. 

Although she had not yet mastered the full Eight Trigrams: Sixty-Four Palms, her skill with Thirty-Two Palms was already flawless, an impressive feat for someone her age.

"Let's stop here for today—" Hiashi began, but before he could finish, Hinata called out, "No, Father, I'm not done yet. Eight Trigrams: Air Palm."

With a shout, she thrust her palms forward, unleashing a powerful invisible chakra wave.

Hiashi's expression changed as he quickly sidestepped, avoiding the strike just in time. 

The chakra wave shot past him and hit a wooden post several meters behind him, shattering it instantly, sending splinters flying everywhere.

"What?"

"That was…the Air Palm?"

"Unbelievable, she has mastered even that technique."

Even Hiashi's composure wavered as he and the clan elders gasped in shock, their voices escaping in astonished disbelief.

"Hinata." Hiashi murmured, struggling to contain his surprise. He hadn't expected his daughter to have mastered the Air Palm so soon. It was truly remarkable.

"Forgive me, Father." Hinata didn't pause, her movement swift as a fish darting through water, swiftly approaching Hiashi with her hands poised in the Eight Trigrams stance. 

A silent, invisible field expanded around her father, marking her range. 

Thanks to Kiyoshi's relentless guidance and support, Hinata's physical and chakra systems had undergone significant enhancement. 

Her chakra path had grown broader and more resilient, allowing for an unprecedented level of chakra control. 

With her chakra flow now unhindered, she could seamlessly wield techniques that were previously out of reach—even the once-difficult Air Palm.

Recalling Kiyoshi's words from their recent training, she felt a surge of confidence, "Believe in yourself. True strength lies in unwavering resolve."

Her gaze firmed with determination.

Kiyoshi. I won't run away anymore.

"Bam! Bam!"

Her hands blurred, forming a series of afterimages as she continued striking, calling out each count with rising intensity, "Two Palms, Four Palms, Eight Palms."

"Sixteen Palms."

"Thirty-Two Palms."

Hinata panted heavily, teeth clenched, unwilling to surrender. Her drive wasn't about proving herself a prodigy. 

Deep down, she knew she wasn't a natural genius. 

Nor was it just to avoid disappointing her mentor, Kiyoshi, who tirelessly taught, encouraged, and pushed her, even going so far as to use his chakra control and transformation abilities to enhance her physical aptitude.

It was because she didn't want to spend her life watching his back from the shadows. Hinata admired Kiyoshi profoundly. 

She hoped that one day, she could stand beside him in battle, knowing well how dazzlingly brilliant he was. For that future, she was willing to endure any hardship, any amount of effort.

"Believe in yourself. Remain steadfast."

Her eyes shone with newfound strength, utterly devoid of the former timidity and hesitation, replaced by a firm resolve and unwavering hope.

Hinata knew she had never felt so determined before.

With unbroken focus, she unleashed a final surge of chakra, calling out, "This isn't over. Sixty-Four Palms."

"Bang! Bang!"

Hiashi skillfully deflected each strike, but he couldn't conceal the astonishment on his face as he looked at his daughter. 

She was now breathing heavily, her chakra almost depleted, yet she had nearly mastered the Sixty-Four Palms technique. 

He had never seen this kind of unwavering gaze from the once timid girl who had even feared to look him in the eyes.

What could have given you such strength, Hinata?

"Wow! Nee-chan hit the Sixty-Four Palms." cried Hanabi, her eyes sparkling with admiration.

The other elders in the audience were speechless, their faces displaying expressions of disbelief as they stared at the slender figure on the training ground. 

They could hardly recognize the shy, hesitant heiress they once knew.

"It seems the rumors were true—Lady Hinata is indeed a rare gem within the Hyuga family, a prodigy concealed in obscurity."

"She was silent before, but now she has finally revealed her true potential."

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