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Chapter 91
🕑 Added 2025-07-28 10:28:10 +0000 UTCSweat rolled down my face as I moved, my long hair danced behind me, moving around like a shield, a cloak, and a whip.
My arms moved like phantoms, a storm of afterimages filled the training hall as I moved.
It felt nice, stretching my body again after a few days of just sleeping in, eating great food, and soaking in the hot spring.
Even while out on mission, it wasn’t every day I could just pour all my energy into training. No, out there, it was mostly just Koji who stretched my body; I wasn’t able to really do much myself, always having to be ready for combat.
Only back here could I fully let go, and I did.
I took full advantage of the clan's protection to push myself, turning months of missions and combat experience into improvements in my overall skillset.
I danced, my legs kicking out as I turned, deadly kicks, quick jabs, I fought with a deadly grace that the old me could only have dreamed of.
My past self had known little of the finer arts of combat; she would, or I would in the future, have fought against the child of prophecy with nothing but raw power, no skill, no grace, just swinging a big stick.
Honestly, it was a total waste of power, had I even possessed a fraction of my current skill, I would have wiped the floor with the both of them, after all, they were strong, but Naruto was only a Genin, and even if his skills were beyond that, they were likely no better than Tokubetsu Jōnin.
No, the reason he could fight me, fight against other S-rank shinobi was because he was strong, he had his cheats, his power boosts that allowed him to just overpower people with raw power, and a few tricks.
I, however, was a true Elite Jōnin, one based on pure skill, and the gap between those ranks was huge, as it was mostly just skill.
Taijutsu was often about skill, as there was also so much power you could get out of the human body; there was a reason everyone reaching the level of a Clan Lord, S-Rank, or Kage level used ninjutsu in some manner, even the Raikage used a lightning style ninjutsu to bring their taijutsu up to that level.
So, to really go from basic ninjutsu-based Jōnin to Elite? It was mostly skill, or special ability, and thankfully, I had a bit of both.
“Yuki!” The shocked voice of Hiashi greeted me, or more, he called out in surprise.
“Good morning Lord Hiashi, here to join me?” I asked without stopping. My body flowed across the floor as I danced between invisible enemies.
“Why are you dressed like that!?” He stumbled through the words.
“What do you mean? I’m not dressed like anything?” I teased, I knew what I meant, but his reaction was cute. It was fun getting one out of him, seeing his usual emotionless face break.
“That’s the problem,” he said, turning away from me.
“Why? This is your personal training hall, only you and your brother train here, and I know he is out on a mission, so it's not like anyone else comes here.” I answered back as I did a backflip into a spinning kick and a roll to the left, before jumping into a front flip.
“That… that…” He stammered, unsure what to say. “Even then, you can just be dressed like that!” he protested, and a bit too hard at that.
“I don’t see what the problem is… in fact, it's nice, I don’t have to worry about clothes getting in the way, you have no idea how easy it is to rip pants when you do this.” I said, falling down into a split.
“Ahh!”
“Yuki! Are you okay?! Hiashi asked and turned around, looking at me worried.
“Yeah, I’m good, just hit the ground harder than expected,” I said, feeling a light heat in my cheeks.
Hiashi looked at me for a moment, taking in both the sight, and my words, before he turned bright red and turned around so fast I could almost hear him breaking the sound barrier as he whipped around.
“Yuki! You… you! I can’t believe you!” he stuttered so badly I was almost worried he would pass out.
I guessed I knew where Hinata got it from, who would have guessed, it was from none other than Hiashi Hyūga, shitty dad number… whatever, so many shitty dads out there, I had pretty much run out of available numbers for someone like Hiashi.
He wasn’t the worst, not by far, but he was still a shitty dad.
“Come on, Hiashi, you are an adult, and we are meant to marry, aren’t we? How are we supposed to give the elders what they want if you can’t even look at me?”
He took a moment, but he finally did relax his tense shoulders just a little, and turned to face me.
“See? That wasn’t that hard, was it?” I giggled at his deep blush.
“You clearly have been in the field for too long, lost all the elegance and bearing of a Hyūga.” He said, trying to channel his father. Yet, his eyes were glued to my naked body.
“Please, don’t act like that Hiashi. I’m just enjoying myself a little, you have no idea how much stress I have built up while out there.” I said, as I placed a palm on the floor before me, and slowly lifted myself up.
It wasn’t easy, going from a split and using one hand to lift myself up, but it was good training, and soon enough, I was standing on that one hand, my legs still in a split, but now my sex wasn’t pressed against the floor, but pointing straight up.
“Yuki! That isn’t proper!” Hiashi cried as I had fun teasing him.
“I know, but it's just the two of us here, and if I can’t be improper in front of my own husband, then we won’t be able to have all the babies the elders want, you know they want a dozen or two, don’t you?” I asked as I brought my legs up, both feet soon pointing at the ceiling.
I couldn’t see his face since I had my back turned to him, but I didn’t need to see to know how he looked, it was all too easy to guess. He really was Hinata’s father.
“They don’t expect that many! At most half a dozen!” he tried to argue, but quickly realized that it still sounded like a ridiculous number.
“See? So better get used to seeing it.” I teased and slowly spread my legs into a split again, feeling his hot gaze on me.
He might not be Koji, but he was still a man, and no man could be unaffected by the show I was putting on.
“It's… It's not proper! This should be done in the bedroom!” he tried again, but his voice had far less heat in it than his gaze did.
“I heard from elder Kaede that children conceived in a training hall are better at the gentle fist.” I lied, but I could practically hear his swallowing.
Clearly, he was getting ideas.
“That can’t be true, it makes no sense.” He stammered.
“She also said that those conceived in the office, across the desk, are better at administrative duties.” I continued, and I could hear him shifting around.
“That’s a lie!” He called me out, but I ignored it.
“Those made in the bath are more likely to have water nature chakra.”
“Yuki!”
“Those convinced under the sun are fire, those against the ground… I guess you can imagine.”
“There is no way elder Kaede would say any of this!”
“Oh, but she did, she is very eager for us to have children, kept saying that if I were pregnant, she would be able to ensure I wouldn’t have to go to the battlefield, so what do you say? Wanna fuck?” I asked, leaning my body back slightly, pointing my pussy right at him.
I could feel him stiffen at the request and sight; he was without the ability to resist such a thing, and he reacted hard.
“They would still send you out, by the time you were showing, the war would likely have ended.” He was able to resist the temptation and didn’t take me up on my offer.
“You are right.” I pushed off and got back on my feet with another flip. “So, what brought you here at this hour?” I asked, flashing him a smile as I enjoyed the way he stared at my bouncing breasts.
“I wanted to do my morning stretching, I didn’t expect you to be here.” He answered, sounding like he had been caught doing something wrong.
“Well, join me for a bit then, I can help you stretch, or maybe you want to stretch me out instead?” I asked, looking down at the bulge in his pants with a smirk.
He quickly covered his erection with his hands. “Sorry!”
“Please, Hiashi, I’m your future wife, even if you pulled it out, I wouldn’t complain,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“Yuki! That wouldn’t be right, this is a training hall, it isn’t for this!?” he still tried to fumble around for an excuse.
Giggling, I charged at him.
Hiashi barely had time to react. He brought up his arms in a textbook block, but my palm was already moving—light, teasing, and controlled. I didn’t hit him hard, just enough to shift his weight and make him stumble a step back.
“You said this was a training hall, right?” I asked sweetly. “Then train with me.”
“Yuki, I—this isn’t fair, you’re not even dressed!”
“And what, are you afraid you’ll get distracted?” I pressed in, palm strikes light but rapid, herding him across the room like a particularly stiff deer.
“I—of course I will! You’re—Yuki, this isn’t training, this is seduction disguised as combat!”
“I think you’re just scared I’ll beat you,” I said, flipping backward, then landing with a graceful sweep of my leg that he barely dodged. “Afraid I might bruise your pride, Lord Hiashi?”
He exhaled hard through his nose, and for a moment, I saw the flicker in his eyes shift from embarrassment to resolve.
Fine.
He came at me. Fast, precise. Not Koji’s wild aggression, this was the clean, clipped rhythm of a prodigy trained from birth. Gentle Fist. Hyūga style.
His palm came for my shoulder, I raised a hand, our palms met with a crisp clasp.
Giggling, I charged at him.
Hiashi reacted with practiced precision, sliding into a defensive stance with his hands raised—palms open, elbows tucked, stance rooted but fluid.
I didn’t try to strike him right away. Instead, I tested his guard—short, sudden feints that shifted my weight, flicked my limbs just close enough to force a reaction. He mirrored me perfectly. No wasted motion. No openings.
So very Hyūga.
“You said this was a training hall, didn’t you?” I teased, circling him. “Come on, future husband. Spar with me.”
“This isn’t sparring,” he muttered without taking his eyes off me. “You’re not even dressed.”
“Maybe that’s your handicap,” I said with a smirk, darting in with a probing jab—not aimed at a tenketsu, but just to see if he would overcommit.
He didn’t. His arm snapped up, brushing mine aside with the barest contact, not a hint of aggression in the movement—just control. Always control.
“You’re not going to land a hit that way,” he said calmly.
“I’m not trying to land a hit,” I replied, slipping behind him with a dancer’s turn. “I’m trying to make you hit me, repeatedly, and deep inside.”
Hiashi almost stumbled, barely keeping himself on his feet, but the damage was done. I landed a clean hit; I didn’t really use the gentle fist, just the form, so no damage was done. Still, he froze as my palm landed as gently as a feather on his chest.
“It seems we need to train some more… if some random Kunoichi came at you naked, you wouldn’t stand a chance.” I teased as I pulled back.
“That’s not the same,” he snorted, clearly not happy with the clear loss.
“Oh? How so?” I asked, raising an eyebrow mockingly.
“There isn’t a woman out there even half as beautiful as you.”
That earned him a blink. Honest. Blunt. Surprisingly heartfelt.
Too bad it was followed by a clumsy lunge for my shoulder, trying to catch me off guard.
I blocked it with one palm, flicked my fingers across his wrist, and shook my head. “You need to do better than that, Lord Hiashi.”
Then, grinning like a devil, I turned around, slowly, stretching my arms above my head. “Maybe if I bent over, you’d finally land a hit?”
His strangled cough was answer enough.
I laughed and danced back into stance. The spar wasn’t over.
It was just getting fun.
