so author you made me younger...... thank you i did not want to be no fucking 20 yr old guy dating a young girl author your him but anyways i got a story to narrate
After leaving from the academy, Hanabi and I stood before the Hyuga clan compound, now my new home. Excitement bubbled within me, a stark contrast to Hanabi's stoic expression, a Hyuga trait known as the "political face."
We walked in comfortable silence, both focused on the upcoming spar.
TIMESKIP
The guards at the imposing gate recognized Hanabi and bowed respectfully. We entered, but not before a formality.
"Father," Hanabi greeted her father with a deep bow, her voice devoid of emotion. I mimicked her bow, a hint of nervousness tingling in my stomach.
Her father, Hiashi, met our gaze with his usual stoicism. "Do Hanabi Hyuga and Y/n Hyuga have your permission to spar under your observation?"
A collective gasp rippled through the gathered clan members as the weight of Hanabi's request settled. Hiashi held our stares for a moment before a flicker of emotion crossed his features.
"Granted," he finally said, his voice low and powerful.
We followed Hiashi to the designated sparring ground, the rhythmic crunch of gravel beneath our feet the only sound. A tense anticipation hung heavy in the air as other clan members gathered around the perimeter.
Hiashi addressed the crowd, his voice echoing in the crisp morning air. "This match will be conducted under the following rules: any violation will result in immediate disqualification. Do you both understand?"
"Yes, sir!" we responded in unison.
Hiashi laid out the rules – no jutsu, weapons allowed, Byakugan permitted, and no armor.
With a swift motion, I loosened my kimono, letting it fall to my waist. I removed my vest and arm guards, revealing my toned physique. Prepared, I entered the center of the arena, Hanabi mirroring my movements across from me.
Hiashi stood between us, his gaze sharp. "Begin!" he declared, then leaped back.
I launched into action, leaping towards Hanabi with a powerful right roundhouse aimed at her head. With lightning reflexes, she deflected it with her forearms. Unfazed, I spun into a cartwheel, escaping her grasp and landing a few feet away, a confident grin spreading across my face.
Hanabi, however, wasn't fazed either. A hint of a smirk played on her lips. Sensing her growing confidence, I realized this wouldn't be a walk in the park. I closed the distance, ready to take the spar to the next level.
