Chapter 30: Reliving

"…Alright, that's our strategy."

Half an hour later, Izayoi looked at Hinata and Shino, smiling. "I'm counting on you both tomorrow, Hinata, Shino."

"I'll do my best," Hinata nodded firmly.

"Don't worry," Shino said, nodding slightly, though inwardly he was less calm than he appeared, a ripple stirring within.

Inside his body, modified into a hive, his insects relayed feedback.

Izayoi's Chakra was staggering.

Among peers, only Uzumaki Naruto came close.

No wonder he knew so many Ninjutsu and developed powerful ones himself.

This guy without a surname—maybe his ancestors weren't all civilian ninjas.

Perhaps, in some era, they'd produced someone extraordinary.

Otherwise, his Chakra reserves couldn't be this absurd.

"Since we're set, let's head back."

Seeing Hinata and Shino agree to his plan, Izayoi nodded, satisfied, ready to disband.

"Izayoi, no traps?" Shino asked, snapping out of his thoughts.

"No need."

Izayoi shook his head. "Basic traps don't work on Jonin. Lethal ones require costly, high-damage tools, and they're not guaranteed to work—plus, they might hurt teammates."

"If my analysis is right, this strategy's enough to pass."

Hinata and Shino nodded, seeing his logic.

"Since we're skipping traps, I'll head out."

Leaving those words, Shino shoved his hands in his pockets and walked off.

Kurenai needed introductions to notice Izayoi and Hinata's bond.

Shino and their classmates had known for years.

So, naturally, he wouldn't tag along, playing third wheel.

Though his reserved nature hid a gossip-loving side, Shino stayed aloof to uphold the Aburame clan's vibe.

Watching Shino's figure fade, Izayoi took Hinata's hand, smiling. "Hinata, it's been ages since we had a picnic. How about grilled fish for lunch?"

"Yes!"

Hinata's eyes lit up, memories of post-training picnics years ago flooding back. She nodded eagerly.

Since realizing her father's tacit approval, and with Hanabi joining them, they hadn't visited the old training field in years.

Training happened in Izayoi's yard or first-floor dojo.

Meals were either brought from Hinata's home or cooked at Izayoi's.

Childhood memories of grilled fish, hunted game, and cozy moments were treasures to Hinata.

Stirred by Izayoi, she longed to relive those days.

Hand in hand, they headed to their familiar river.

They left fishing to Shadow Clones.

The real Izayoi and Hinata stood on the flowing water, sparring in Taijutsu.

Chakra clashes sent ripples and splashes across the surface.

Their roars startled beasts and birds in the surrounding woods, scattering them.

When calm returned, white smoke rose, and the aroma of grilled fish filled the air.

All noon, Izayoi and Hinata spent outdoors, reliving childhood.

…

The next day, 8:30 a.m.

Izayoi and Hinata arrived at the training field.

By the stump, Shino stood waiting, there for a while.

"Morning, Shino," Izayoi waved.

"Morning," Shino nodded back.

Silence fell.

Knowing from the original story that Shino hid a quirky side, Izayoi still couldn't find a topic.

Shino's presence was so faint—friendless in class, his hobby insect-hunting, leaving no common ground.

After the greeting, Izayoi drew a blank.

Unsure if Shino had eavesdropping bugs, he didn't whisper with Hinata either.

So, he leaned against a stump, eyes closed, resting until Kurenai arrived.

Hinata, hands in pockets, stood beside him.

Time ticked by.

A whoosh broke the quiet, air slicing as Kurenai appeared.

"Kurenai-sensei," the three greeted politely.

"Morning, sorry to keep you waiting."

Kurenai nodded with a smile, pulling three bells from her pocket. "Your task is simple: within one hour, at any cost—even killing me—take these bells from me."

Tying them to her waist, she set an alarm clock to ring in an hour.

Placing it on the stump, she faced them. "Now… begin."

Instantly, Izayoi, Hinata, and Shino vanished.

Only the rustle of wind through leaves reached Kurenai's ears.

Scanning the surrounding woods, she smiled confidently.

She didn't Body Flicker to hunt them down.

Instead, she strolled to an open clearing, waiting for their move.

Not arrogance—perspective.

Kurenai knew the academy's curriculum.

No matter how gifted, her students only had solid basics, low-level clan techniques, or inherited Ninjutsu.

The Hyuga and Aburame clans, famed across the ninja world, had well-studied fighting styles—known even to other villages.

Though she specialized in Genjutsu, she was a versatile Jonin, mastering at least two Chakra natures.

Not just these three—even multiple Genin squads couldn't touch her.

Or so she thought.

A second later, cold sweat broke out.

"Eight Trigrams Vacuum Wall Palm!"

A girl's shout echoed, growing closer.

A terrifying shockwave, like an invisible wall, barreled toward Kurenai at breakneck speed.

It kicked up a massive dust cloud.

Facing the oncoming haze, Kurenai's pupils shrank. Too late to channel Chakra for a Body Flicker, she instinctively leaped back.

The shockwave roared past, dust engulfing her.

Boom, boom, boom…

It tore into the forest, snapping trees as thick as two people in half, its power undeniable.

At the shockwave's origin, under a tree, stood two identical Byakugan-wielding girls, back-to-back, hands touching.

Hinata and her Shadow Clone.

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