Hinata Always Loved Naruto ~Naruhina

Old Rivals

I do not own Naruto or any of the characters in this story.

After agreeing to train with Sasuke and Sakura, I retreated to my apartment. The weight of my decision settled heavily on my shoulders as I closed the door behind me.

Thoughts of the intense training that awaited me filled my mind, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of resent and apprehension.

I recalled how they treated me and Hinata when we were younger, how they would bully us and make us feel inferior.

The memories of those painful experiences fueled my resentment, and I couldn't shake off the apprehension of being subjected to their harsh methods once again.

However, deep down, I knew that this was a necessary step towards becoming stronger and protecting the ones I cared about.

At least Kakashi was going to be there.

I found solace in the fact that he would be my mentor during this training, and his presence gave me a glimmer of hope that things might be different this time.

Kakashi was known for his unconventional teaching methods, but he never resorted to bullying or making his students feel inferior. I trusted that he would guide me through this journey and help me overcome the challenges that may lay ahead.

Her bright purple eyes glistened as she performed some simple jutsus, effortlessly weaving the chakra in her fingertips. It was a mesmerizing sight, and for a moment, I forgot about the weight on my shoulders and the doubts that plagued my mind.

Watching Hinata's graceful movements reminded me of the strength and resilience that we both possessed, and it gave me the determination to face the challenges that awaited me in training.

With her by my side, I knew that we would support each other and rise above the painful memories of the past, forging a new path towards our shared goal of becoming stronger.

However, I couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt knowing that Hinata would not be happy if she found out about my decision to train with Sasuke and Sakura. I knew she still held resentment towards them for the way they treated us in the past, and I didn't want to strain our friendship.

But I also knew that I had to prioritize my own growth and development. It was a difficult balancing act, but I hoped that Hinata would understand and support me in my journey towards becoming stronger.

I knew that telling her would only add to her worries and anxiety, so I made the decision to keep it to myself for now. I wanted to spare her from unnecessary stress and focus on our own growth and progress.

Since I came home, I decided to clean up a bit. As I tidied the room, I couldn't help but reflect on the importance of decluttering not just my physical space, but also my mind.

Clearing away the physical mess seemed to have a therapeutic effect, allowing me to let go of the negative emotions that had been weighing me down. With each item I organized and put away, I felt a renewed sense of clarity and purpose, ready to face the challenges that lay ahead.

This apartment had been witness to both my darkest moments and my happiest memories. From the tears shed on lonely nights to the laughter shared with friends, every corner held a story.

As I cleaned, I couldn't help but feel a bittersweet nostalgia, knowing that soon I would be leaving this place behind and embarking on a new chapter of my life. . . .

I decided to get a head start on training and headed to the training ground. The streets were empty, and a tranquil silence enveloped the surroundings. The soft morning light cast a golden hue on the buildings, creating a serene atmosphere.