Hinata’s stance was firm and impassive, feet apart and hands up. There was a notable tremor to her arms as your duel drew to a close, hours spent draining leaving the both of your flushed and sweaty.

Somehow, Hinata had managed to maintain her usual grace and elegance. She lowered her hands, byakugan steady, all the while the remnants of a smile played on her lips. With you, Hinata was warm and amiable.

“How was that?” Hinata inquired softly, openly seeking your approval on her combat skills. Blush dusted her cheeks as she pushed her hair behind her ear timidly.