Hinata trained every day to be a fighter worthy of joining a gang. He was fast and strong but didn't have any idea how to throw a punch, but he still practiced everyday on his homemade punching bag tucking in his thumb while punching. His memory of the little giant leading his gang seared on his mind. The little giant only had used his body against opponents, his punches were way cooler than the guys who used guns or knives. Guns and knives would also mean more practicing and skill he did not have. So Hinata practiced everyday on his unending punches.
Hinata then realized he would need other people to be in gang. He knew he wasn't ready for the top dogs yet but he could at least fight the local ruffians. So he began to assemble the saddest group of angry individuals. His neighborhood friends who grew up on streets like him. His friends had no desire to get mixed up in that kind of business, they had more important things to do like not starve but Hinata did not quit on them. One by one they caved in to him and made a makeshift crew. They stuck together and did the best they could with Hinata as their leader. They had small scuffles with other gangs that ended up with them beat up but they never got really injured until one day they went a little too far from thier territory.
