You're My Special (SI-OC/Naruto) ENG

6: Divergent Fist

6: Divergent Fist

A few months ago.

"Arg!?" With a dry sound, a body flew through the air, easily rising at least 3 meters off the ground, before plummeting into a not-so-distant pile of snow.

"W-What?!"

White eyes, as pale as the moon in the dark sky, watched in astonishment as the figure of a girl calmly lowered her leg.

Her loose blonde hair seemed to glow especially bright, like strands of gold gently swaying in the winter wind.

"Wow, and here I thought you had something to show, but you're nothing more than a bunch of Shit" her voice carried a clear mockery that made the other two boys still standing clench their fists in anger.

"Damn you! You'll see!" They both rushed forward, ready to fight. The blonde-haired girl snorted and waited until they were close enough before launching herself at both of them in a swift motion. They couldn't even blink before a pair of fists hit them directly in the face. Their noses crunched, and they fell to the ground, unconscious the next moment.

"Tch, what garbage!" the girl scolded, then as if thinking of something, she kicked the ground, causing a heap of snow and dirt to splash over them, a small laugh escaping her lips.

"And now it's a pile of garbage," she said in a somewhat strange tone, as if recalling something amusing, before shrugging and suddenly turning around.

"Hey!" Blue eyes met white eyes.

Hinata Hyuga almost let out a squeal, her body trembling slightly, and it wasn't exactly because of the cold snowy morning.

Seeing her shrink under her simple gaze, Naruko raised an eyebrow, somewhat amused.

She walked towards the dark-haired girl with her hands in the pockets of her sweater to get a closer look at her features—white eyes, pale skin, and dark hair—a Hyuga, no doubt.

"Tell me, why didn't you kick their asses?" she asked, puzzled. The Hyuga clan was a ninja clan; even if this girl wasn't a big deal within it, she should at least know how to throw a punch, right?

"I-i..." she stammered, a blush flooding her cheeks and her large eyes trembling slightly.

"Forget it I can see why," she sighed. So much for thinking she'd found something interesting.

"Don't go wandering around alone if you can't even defend yourself. Not everyone is kind enough to lend a hand," she said, turning around and waving goodbye.

Hinata, who hadn't even been able to thank her, could do nothing but reach out helplessly as she watched her leave.

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In the present.

Sukuna spun backward, easily dodging a kick. He landed on the ground and stepped forward, propelling his body.

Anko raised her guard, taking his charge head-on—something she shouldn't have done, as she felt the kid slip through her defense and strike her in the stomach, causing her guts to twist and the air to threaten to escape her lungs.

This wasn't going how she expected—not at all!

"Damn it, what did your parents feed you?" Anko skillfully retreated, creating some distance between them and massaging her stomach with a grimace.

"Everything a strong kid needs to grow," Sukuna said, giving her space to recover, something the girl noticed with annoyance.

A fight she thought would be resolved in less than five minutes was now almost half an hour in.