Training with a Piggy [Solo Training - Private]

Yuki was a girl who was approximately five feet and four inches in height, relatively short compared to some shinobi while being somewhat tall compared to the majority of other females in her clan. Although she was not exactly tall by most standards, perhaps she was a tad bit tall compared to most other girls. Especially when one took into account for her age it was almost unbelievable that she was as tall as she was. Her slender body moved and swayed from side to side as she made her way through the densely forested area of the northern parts of the Fire Country. Although the Fire Country was full to the brim with trees almost everywhere, there were naturally clearing and streams here and there. It was actually a stream that Yuki now walked beside, following it intently in hopes of reaching her usual spot at the end of the stream. Her spot consisted of a deforested clearing with multiple training dummies. Ever since the other day when she had encountered a hostile enemy, however, she had gone to great lengths to move to a safer clearing. Which was the one she was currently making her way towards. She had even moved her training dummies and she actually liked the new spot better than the old one. It was right next to the stream so it was easy to find and the stream was relatively deep so it was fun to go swimming in. Yuki continued to walk along the side of stream almost mechanically, realizing that she was starting to drift off into the thought. She returned to Earth promptly, looking around as she noticed a tree with a missing branch and other signs that she was approaching the clearing.

She smiled as she entered the clearing, her eyes lighting up brilliantly as she took in the scenery excitedly. She spotted multiple squirrels and other small animals here and there poking and prodding around the area as if they were new to the clearing, which perhaps they were. Yuki had personally created the clearing herself, after all, as it used to be a dense spot of trees just like the rest of the surrounding area. That is, until Yuki Hyuuga had happened upon the location. It was not as if the spot was frequented by anyone other than wild animals and the occasional boar, which meant she should not have another encounter like she had the other day. She was actually quite excited to get started training in the new clearing that she had created. It was always exciting to try new things. Especially for Yuki. She was always optimistic and excited about such mundane and tedious things. It was not as if she had a dull life or did not have much to look forward to, on the contrary, she viewed every day as a gift and every action with excitement. Everything about life was enjoyable to her and she found it hard to believe that not everyone saw the world through rose-colored glasses in the same way that she did. After all, to her, the optimistic life was the best type of life to live. She sighed as she closed her eyes, blinking before opening her eyes to activate her byakugan, strenuous veins of blood forming on both of her temples as the strain of using her byakugan was clearly visible. She did this to ensure that no one was located within the surrounding areas and for the sake of training purposes. By honing her ability to maintain her byakugan, she was training herself to maintain it for more extended periods of time.

Yuki was beyond your average shinobi in terms of appearance, due to the combination of lineages that had resulted in her birth. Not only was she born with pure blonde hair, a trait that was rare to shinobi in general and even moreso to the Hyuuga clan, but she was also born with the pure white pupilless eyes of the Hyuuga clan. With that said, there were few, if any, shinobi with the exact hair and eye combination as her due to her lineage and clan. Having a rare appearance was not all good and swell, however, as she was often rejected by other members of the Hyuuga clan whom were too prideful to accept her for who she was. It was not as if she allowed such a thing to phase her, however. Her eyes, being so deep white, were easy to get lost in. After all, it was almost as if one were looking into the sun itself on a bright summer's day when one looked into her eyes directly. It was easy to hone in so much on the whiteness of her eyes that one neglected to pay attention to the surrounding features of her face, leading to them seeing nothing but white for that brief moment that they are lost in her gaze. Her face was cutely shaped and relatively small as far as her forehead, nose, and chin were concerned. Her lips were full yet not too large, with a pinkish hue to them. She often kept them pursed together when deep in thought and would pull out a gentle smile when looking to comfort her allies. Today, she simply kept them pursed together for the most part, having no need to really smile at the moment.

Her hair, being blonde, was pure and clean in many ways. Her bangs extended down to just below her eyebrows, waving to the side so that they did not obstruct her vision. While she also had a bit of hair on either side of her head that extended down to the bottom of her neck. In the back, her hair flowed all the way down to around her waist-area. She often kept it loose and waving in the wind but today was different. Instead, she had decided to tie it up into two pony tails that each extended down evenly to her waist. She often tied them with blue ribbons when she did this but today had chosen to use pink ribbons. She had tied the pony tails so neatly and perfectly, making them look nice and neat. She was actually quite proud of herself as she was not often very good with things such as hair. The fact that she was able to do her ponytails so well was a testament to how good she was at things which she did not even do often. It was not necessarily a magnificent feat and thus served to prove very little. However, the fact alone that she was able to do it meant a lot to she herself. There was nothing else that instilled more pride in her than doing something she despised and actually being good at it. More shinobi should perhaps be like her in that regard. Trying things that they ordinarily would not like and seeing just how good they can become at it. It is an excellent way to train and hone one's abilities.

Although she was not the type to be considered too 'girly', she actually cared a lot about her appearance and wished to give off a good impression to those she interacted with, especially in the training grounds as she wished to attract attention to her so she could meet a nice training partner who could help her grow better and stronger. She felt that if her appearance gave off the impression of a slacker, she would not get very far in life. She was, after all, the type of person who believed how one carried themself was vital to how far they made it in life. One could easily look at a person and draw first impressions based on their appearance and how they dressed themselves. This was a sad truth in the world and one that she did not particularly approve of. However, she had little issues with it as she had a large wardrobe of nice clothing as well as outfits that would put most other shinobi to shame. She was not afraid to pick out even the most ostentatious outfits to wear when leaving her home, even if it meant receiving belittling glares from her fellow clans members. How could she help the fact that she enjoyed giving off a positive vibe? How could she help that she wanted to give off positive impressions to all those that gazed upon her? She could not help it, not in the slightest. It was simply the way she was raised. Her parents instilled a specific set of values in her when they raised her and she would not allow those values to go to waste. Instead, she would utilize those values to instill respect in those around her. It was always a good thing to receive respect for the way one carried themselves. It felt good, at least. Perhaps it was not so good? Regardless, Yuki enjoyed dressing up nicely and looking nice.

Her eyes were full and white, as previously mentioned, with no noticeable pupils. Instead, she simply had pure white irises without any sign of a dot or circular black formation in her eyes. When her byakugan was activated, as it presently was, veins extended from either temple on her head, showing that the blood flow in her head had increased dramatically, and the strenuous activity of her eyes was taking its proper toll. Her eyes were somewhat large compared to most but not too large. After all, they gave off a 'cute' appearance that many would fall in love with. They sat at the top of her face perfectly, though not necessarily perfectly symmetrical as no one's eyes are perfectly symmetrical. However, it would be quite a tedious task for one to find flaws in her beauty. That's not to say that her beauty was flawless, on the contrary, her appearance was slightly flawed but that was what was cute about her. Each component of her face worked together to produce an image that would be quite difficult for one to say no to. Over-all, she appeared to be gorgeous but if one were to focus on each part of her face individually they may have realized the flaws in her looks. It was not as if she was all too flawed, however, it was simply that should one focus on the individual aspects of anyone's appearance they would quickly begin to take note of the small flaws here and there. It was simply human nature to be able to do so. Yuki, over-all may have been beautiful, but still fell victim to such individual flaws that most humans possessed.

She often wore a clean, pure-white button-up shirt that she would change without thought should it get dirty. She wore such a shirt on this day, as she did not feel like changing up that detail of her appearance even if she had decided to switch things up with her. After all, it was not necessarily her nicest shirt but it was not a bad shirt either. It was perfect training attire as far as her wardrobe went. She wanted to look nice while not risking ruining her better clothing, after all. She wore the shirt quite well, feeling it fit snugly to her skin while also not being so tight as to restrict her. It was perfectly fit to her body and thus good for training. Much better than her tighter or looser clothing which would have hindered her in some shape or form. She could not have hindrances when training. She had to be of best model and form if she was to train properly and efficiently. She wore it completely buttoned up except for the topmost button which she had left, as she typically did, unbuttoned to give her some breathing room, especially considering she would be doing intensive training today. She could not have her shirt choking her or restricting her, after all. She would be breathing heavily throughout the training session and to have the top button buttoned up would have forced it to cling to her neck. Something she was not particularly fond of. Training was of the utmost importance to her lately and it was difficult to train if she had a collar of a shirt digging into her neck. After all, it would not only restrict her respiratory system but also be a nuisance to feel constantly. Instead, she kept it unbuttoned just enough as to not restrict her windpipe while also giving enough button room so that it hid most of her upper chest.

The collar of this shirt extended half-way up her neck and was folded neatly outward and buttoned up at the innermost portion. It was certainly professional in appearance, clearly designed for those who had the money to afford it. The material was nothing to scoff at and neither was the design. Though it appeared plain, the over all appearance of the shirt was something one did not find often in the shinobi world. Her breasts protruded subtly from the upper-portion of the shirt, being relatively large in size but not too large. They were well-rounded and she wore a light-duty bra that did its jobs while not restricting her too much movement-wise. It wrapped around underneath her arms but had no actual straps. However, the way it was designed prevented it from sliding down or coming off too easily. It was almost like a miniature tube-top that she wore underneath her clothing. This bra was black in color and curved to cling snugly against her upper body, looping around her like a snake would and snapping on the back. It concealed her breasts relatively well, though they were still clearly visible, the bra held them firmly in place and kept them from being too much of a hindrance. It was not too tight but not necessarily too loose. It was perfect as far as Yuki was concerned.

On the outside of this white, buttoned up shirt was her brown over-coat which extended halfway down her upper body, but not all the way to her waist. This was so that it did not inhibit her movement. After all, the shorter a jacket was the less it would impede a kunoichi's movement. It was, in fact, so short that it did not even reach her belly button. Though this was simply off by a few inches, it was still helpful to her agility and swiftness. It was not as if she would wear it training but still. It had been somewhat cold on the way to the training grounds and it helped her stay warm, regardless of how short it was. Even though the forested areas of the Fire Country, particularly in the northern area, was normally extremely hot, she was always one to get cold quite easily. It could have been one hundred degrees out and she would still feel a little breezy and cold. The coat had long sleeves with furrowed cuffs at the end of each arm.

Yuki brandished her head-band on her right shoulder, tied prominently around her arm on the outside of jacket. It bore the symbol of the noble Hyuuga Clan, as most headbands of the clan did, and was made from a meager silver material that shone brilliantly but was not all too durable. The material it was embedded in was a brown cloth-like material that wrapped around her arm, a bit darker tinted than her coat. On the front of her coat, on the left side, was the Hyuuga clan's clan emblem which was embedded and laced in a flimsy silver-type material, making it durable, professional looking, and prominent. Underneath her jacket were two straps that extended around either one of her shoulders, in place in order to hold her entire appearance together when undergoing transformations. After all, her clothing was over-all designed to expand and change in size when she transformed into something awkwardly shaped or larger than her initial size. With that said, the straps did the same and also acted to hold her lower garments to her upper garments while transforming, i.e. her pants to her shirt.

Above her coat she often wore a small, short green cloak-like garment that buttoned up to the right of her neck. It was a sign of her lineage, as it was often what members of her lineage wore to designate who was of pure blood and who was not. Those with green capes were often those who were of the purest blood while those with blue capes had a grandparent or two who were not of the pure blooded lineage that Yuki was, while those with a red cape had a parent who was not of the proper lineage. With that said, Yuki's was pure green due to her purity and bloodline. Both of her parents as well as all of her grandparents were pure-blooded Hyuuga clan members meaning that she was considered of the utmost purity with regards to her clan blood. It was no wonder that she possessed the clan's kekkei genkai. However, due to her specific lineage she was far from appearing like your typical Hyuuga clan member. Even more so, most of the clan did not abide by such traditions that this specific lineage did.

Around her waist she brandished a brown belt with several pouches which held her basic ninja weaponry, even though she was currently not in possession of any weaponry to list. Although she did not possess any weaponry, she had in fact loaded the pouches with small polished pebbles that were actually quite durable and sharp at the ends with jagged parts jutting out. She used them as moderate weapons of sorts due to the fact that she still had to stop by the ninja shop and acquire some new weaponry. She wondered what the prices were looking like around this time of year. After all, the prices were constantly fluctuating with the economy. Regardless, the pebbles would do just fine so long as she threw them at a decent speed. Her father had always taught her to make use of her surroundings and objects around her if she was lacking anything necessary. This was her form of compensating for her lack of weapons. It was not as though she really needed weapons at the moment but one never knew when they would enter combat or need them in a spar, after all. On the front of the belt was a simple silver belt-buckle as well as several holes in place for her to clip the belt or adjust it.

The belt was of moderate thickness and height, but was not too large or bulky. It was quite sturdy and durable while being somewhat difficult to remove if one did not do so on a daily basis. She could easily unclip and remove the belt with relative ease due to the fact that she clipped it on and off every day and had done so for several years now. It was not as if she was new to the whole 'belt' concept but this belt in particular was a handful for anyone not used to it. Anyone who would wish to remove it without her knowing would find such a job quite tedious and time-consuming. This was to prevent anyone from stealing her weaponry or leaving her without her pouches. The belt buckle had two clips on it which slid into the holes found on her actual belt, making it firm and steadfast. The belt also had several clips on it so that she could easily and readily add pouches or bags to it for later use.

Right below her belt she wore a green skirt like garment that was similar in color and hue to her cloak. It was extremely short as it was not intended to be worn alone. Instead, it was simply there to cover her rear and front due to the fact that she was quite modest and innocent in many ways. It was a bit shorter in the front than in the back due to the fact that the front was where it overlapped and clipped at the belt at the top of either one of her thighs. It was not necessarily fundamental clan attire, as not many clan members wore it, but it still bore the same color as her cloak due to her pure clan lineage. Her butt was pert and well-rounded, extending out almost as much as her breasts did. This was one of the main reasons she wore this skirt as her tights did little, if anything, to properly hide it. She did not like for anyone to look at her butt and would even get quite embarrassed when someone acknowledged it in any way, often reacting somewhat harshly towards them in response.

Underneath the skirt was a pair of tights that extended all the way from her waist down to her ankles. They were a whitish grey color and were somewhat thin when it came down to the material. It was stretchy and clung to the skin. Among the tights were several straps which helds a kunai holster or two, each holster holding several kunai and other weaponry that it could fit inside, though they were presently empty due to her lack of weapons to fill them. The straps each had single-clip buckles that were similar in appearance to the belt that she wore around her waist. They criss-crossed around each of her thighs, perfectly symmetrical in appearance. Her tights, due to how tight they were, were over-lapped by the aforementioned skirt and knee-high boots. Her knee-high boots covered up to just below her knees and opened up a bit more toward the top more so than lower down. The boots were brown in color and were of similar hue to her coat.

These boots had a slightly elevated heel which she had mastered running on and were a bit pointed toward the front. They had few, if any, designs on them other than a few swirled light brown designs here and there. The boots fit snugly against her feet and allowed for optimal running speed and performance. They were light-weight, despite their size, and hindered her very little compared to most boots. Her feet were relatively small, though the boots made them look slightly bigger than they actually were, though this is hardly an issue seeing as her feet were rather small to begin with. Her feet actually looked of ordinary size even for a girl in the boots that she wore.

Yuki soon realized that perhaps she should begin training, her body waving from side to side as she got loosened up, starting to lean down on each of her legs, applying pressure and stretching them out as she prepared her body for the training she was about to undergo. After all, preparations for training were necessary if one hoped to not hurt themselves by the time they were finished. If one simply began training without a care for their body, they would simply hurt themselves and that would be quite counter-productive as not only would it end their training early but it would also hinder them in the near future until they were completely healed up. Yuki closed her eyes, blinking before she noticed that there was a wild boar nearby. It had quite large tusks and glared at Yuki as if angrily. Yuki figured that she had accidentally destroyed its home, though she had done so unknowingly. "I'm so sorry, mister piggy!" she shouted as she approached the boar with good intentions though was met with the boar stomping its foot and charging at her. She quickly jumped to the side, rolling across the ground and landing perfectly on her feet as she watched the boar continue on until it rammed into a tree, pulling its head back and swinging its neck to face Yuki, anger clearly brewing in its eyes. Yuki closed her eyes and waved her hand off-handedly, giggling and smiling innocently. "Please don't be mad, mister piggy!" she said, watching as the boar came charging at her once more, this time even faster than before.

Yuki, once more, dodged but this time had jumped over the wild boar in order to evade his assault. She slapped her hands down on his back for leverage, using his body to leap over him like a frog before landing just behind him in a crouched position while the boar continued onward to hit another tree, immediately shaking his head in frustration. He faced Yuki once more, this time grunting and panting as she charged once more, doing so over and over again regardless of how many times Yuki dodged and evaded. It was not until the boar had finally realized that it was no use that he collapsed on the ground in exasperation, his tongue hanging out as he glared at Yuki. Yuki smiled and approached the exhausted wild pig-like creature, crouching next to him and patting his belly earnestly. He stopped glaring for a brief moment and realized that Yuki had meant no harm. The wild boar began to nuzzle Yuki's hand gently as she started to pet and pat his head gently, spoiling him as if he were a domesticated pet. She continued to pet the boar and rub his belly until he had regained his breath and stood up, waltzing away quickly, his hind legs waddling behind his fore legs like a penguin's. "Bye, mister piggy!" Yuki shouted from behind him, smiling happily. She had at least made a new friend in the area. And whether or not it was a human friend was irrelevant.

Growing up, Yuki experienced many atrocities and hardships which most shinobi either had to face or did not. It was perplexing to her how the shinobi world could be so cruel and dark. Rather than allow it all to get to her and interfere with her mind, she broke free from the constraints of anger and depression and came out a girl who was happy and content with life, regardless of how bad things could get. She was not the type to let things hurt her, far from it, she accepted everything and sugar-coated the bad, while accepting the good open-armed. Although this was difficult on anyone to do, she did it so flawlessly that most consider her the 'optimist' of the noble Hyuuga Clan. Indeed, her optimism was something characteristic of her. She always looked on the bright side of things and never allowed such dull and grey things to keep her down. She always understood that the grass always looked greener on the other side, but the grass on her side was still pretty damn green. She was happy with what she had and would not give it up for anything in the world. Optimism, after all, kept her content with what she had and always eager to see what she would attain in the future. After all, an optimist had nowhere to go but up. That is, as far as they were concerned in their mind. Naturally they were subject to hardships and atrocities just like any other shinobi. Though, perhaps it had a slightly less effective impact on them than most shinobi due to the fact that they took everything with a grain of sugar.

She was the happy-go-lucky type of person who was always ambitious and excited for new things and experiences. She was always willing to train regardless of how difficult or tedious it may have been. Furthermore, she was more than willing to go on missions and do small jobs with little pay. After all, someone had to do it. Why not her? She undertakes low-rank missions and jobs without a second thought to it, realizing that she may not be suited for the more bloody and difficult missions, given the fact that she was unable to kill most people and the aspect of such a thing scares her. She instead undertakes E to D rank missions more than any other, sometimes C rank missions, in order to pay for her apartment and living arrangements. That's not to say that she was completely incapable of killing, though you could draw such a conclusion by looking at her past, moreover she did not wish to take a life if it can be helped. That was actually why she had simply dodged and evaded the wild boar earlier. It was not as though she valued shinobi lives any less or any more than the life of a wild boar. However, she did not wish to needlessly take the life of a wild boar who was simply defending his home. Such an act seemed so uncharacteristic of herself that she could never allow herself to do it. To do such a thing... No, Yuki would never do such a thing. She was a kind-hearted and gentle individual who would hardly hurt a fly unless that fly were to threaten her comrades. She was hardly even willing to defend herself, to be perfectly honest.

Yuki was actually extremely loyal to the Hyuuga Clan. Her loyalty extended to the boundaries of her morality. She was willing to do just about anything for the clan if it logically made sense to her. For example, she would take a life if it was the only option to protect her clan. However, if there was any potential alternative she would most certainly take it. After all, she could not simply take a life without a good reason. With that said, she would never do anything somewhat dark or sinister for her clan, as it violated her morality and code of ethics. Her code of ethics was of the utmost importance to her as a shinobi. She felt as though if she violated that code of ethics she would be left with nothing and to be left with nothing... Yuki did not want to even think about it. After all, she puts her moral values well above her loyalty. However, should her clan be at risk she was more than willing to set aside her values. It was only when the breaking of her values was needless that it becomes a problem for the young kunoichi. Yuki actually loves her clan more than herself, placing the lives of her comrades above her own life. This is rather unique in the shinobi world as most shinobi only think about completing their mission or achieving their personal ambitions. While most shinobi are like this, Yuki is just about the exact opposite. She puts the lives and well being of her comrades above all else. Above the missions, above her own well being, and above her own ambitions. All of her personal necessities were irrelevant as far as her comrades were concerned to her.

She sighed as she was all tired out from dodging and evading the wild boar from earlier. It was not as if the training was very intensive, but it was enough for her to train her speed a bit higher. There was no longer any need for her to continue with training at this point. Instead, she decided that she would return to her clan and hang out with some friends. It seemed like the most enjoyable choice at the moment, considering she had spent half the day playing around with a wild boar. She turned her body to face the direction of her clan and took off at great speeds.

When Yuki arrived back at the Hyuuga clan's location she wandered around the area aimlessly, looking around as if in search of something. She sighed, realized that what she was truly craving was an ice cream cone, if nothing else. Oh how a vanilla and strawberry ice cream cone with a cherry on top and chocolate in between sounded sweet. She wondered just how long she would have to wander through clan's area until she could find a street vendor who sold the sugary, icy sweets. Due to the clan's tendencies and culture, ice cream was a rare commodity in the area. So she did not expect to simply find a merchant who sold them so easily. This was why she wandered around the place so aimlessly, hoping that she would happen upon someone selling them for a negotiable price. When she was just about to give up and all hope seemed lost, she caught a glimpse of what she was looking for.

Yuki approached the stand which held a miniature cooler full of ice cream, powered by chakra to keep it frozen. Yuki admired the device for a brief moment before she was asked by the merchant what she would like. Yuki simply tilted her head, thinking as she had forgotten already exactly what she wanted. "Oh, right! I'd like a vanilla scoop of ice cream with chocolate syrup on top, with a strawberry scoop on top of that, with whipped cream, and a cherry at the peak." she said almost mechanically, having ordered the same thing now for several years from numerous different merchants who managed to go out and sell ice cream. The man furrowed his eyebrows at the rather complex order before getting started on preparing it, summoning a variety of ingredients from a summoning scroll to finish it off before handing it to Yuki. "Here ya go, young lady." he would say, handing her the cone with ice cream on top of it.

"Thank you, kind sir!" she said, giggling as she dropped the necessary amount of money on the table and took the cone in her hand, twirling around and skipping off towards the forest once more, licking her ice cream cone as she did so. She skipped forward at a brisk pace with a graceful step each time, her feet and legs propelling her body forward at a relatively quick speed. She did not go too fast, however, as she did not wish to lose her ice cream cone to gravity. Pesky gravity. It seemed as if it were always ruining her ice cream. Not this time, however. Yuki kept her pace slower than usual and made sure that her ice cream did not fall off of its cone this time. She sighed as she finally made her way back to the clearing where she had been training earlier, the ice cream cone in hand. She leaned back against a nearby tree and brought the ice cream cone to her mouth, taking a large bite out of it and swallowing it.

Yuki Hyuuga was a master of ninjutsu and taijutsu, constantly training and honing her abilities for hand-to-hand or melee combat. She was far from a novice in this area and was more than willing to train. After all, she spent the majority of her time training, especially when she was not on missions. She would often train alone but would also do so with a buddy or even a complete stranger. She lived by the saying, "everything was more fun with more people" which might be an odd saying but it was certainly one that proved true when she was with her friends. Yuki was always smiling and appeared to always be happy, even when she wasn't. She felt that if she was always happy, others may draw upon that happiness and be happy as well. She truly believed that all the world needed to be a better place was at least one person to smile through hardships and show everyone that things weren't so bad. Perhaps such a belief was a tad bit too optimistic, but it had worked thus far in Yuki's life. It was not as if she was alone in this belief. Hardly. Many shinobi throughout history smiled through their hardships and came out quite successful. Yuki Hyuuga wanted to be just like them in every aspect.

As a clan soldier, Yuki had always been the sort of unenthusiastic kid who liked to watch clouds. She preferred not to get involved in "troublesome" activities, pretending to be busy to avoid responsibility. She also did not like fighting, deeming it, as she did to most things, "bothersome". She was fully aware of this side of her personality. She even named herself "the number one at running away" or "the number one coward". In fact, her most commonly used phrase was "how bothersome" or "what a drag" when it came down to fulfilling duties or doing her job. She could be quite lazy at times, which was a sad truth she tried to hide in front of others but particularly came out when she was alone or facing something truly bothersome. Although she is not necessarily too lazy when something absolutely had to be done, she was, for the most part, a pacifist and might even be regarded as a coward. She was not the type of person to engage in combat unless she absolutely had to.

However, when duty called, Yuki had a strong moral compass and sense of commitment towards her comrades. Even though, by her own testimony, she lacked bravery, she would sacrifice herself and face almost certain death, for the sake of her friends and/or fellow clan members without a second thought. Because of her raw leadership skill, she was one of the first kunoichi in her level to become a clan soldier. The weight of the decisions she had to make as a clan soldier and, thus, a part of the clan's inner-working parts had caused Yuki to mature rapidly. This was most evident following the death of her sensei, Amatachi. She vowed to protect and later mentor Amatachi's child, so that the child could grow up to be just like Amatachi. Yuki was actually quite fond of her sensei when he was still alive. He was just like her in a lot of ways. Intelligent, kind, gentle, and always appearing to be quite lazy. But when it came down to it, he was a strong and powerful shinobi who would do anything for his comrades.

Yuki's sense of duty and commitment to the future of her clan was also reflected in her willingness to take a life if it interfered with the safety of her clan, even in the face of potentially obstructing her values or facing death herself. Yuki had also developed an immense sense of pride as she believed that only someone of high intellect could become clan leader, such as herself. As such, she refused to die no matter what happened before she became clan leader as she felt that once she achieved such a status in her clan, she would be able to then and only then change the shinobi world for the better. She had also resolved to be a 'mentor' of sorts to the younger clan members of the clan, often helping them train or giving them advice on how to become a clan soldier as well, just like her. Yuki has always enjoyed the presence of kids, loving teaching them a multitude of things as well as helping them train. She also enjoys tasks such as baby-sitting or protecting them. It is when her power truly shines brightly.

Yuki enjoys playing thinking games which ordinarily only elder shinobi enjoy playing. These games include things such as chess or checkers and she was actually quite good at them, as her intellect was much higher than one would imagine. She simply chose to reserve it and act a bit foolish as that was merely her personality. Yuki's most distinctive character trait was that she considered most men bossy and "bothersome", particularly her sensei, whom she came later on to respect greatly. She usually defined them as aggressive, demanding, and sometimes even scary. Given her late father's tyrannical personality, this wasn't too surprising. However, her mother shares the exact same attitude, even though she married Tatsuma, Yuki's father, in the first place.

When Yuki questioned her mother about why she would marry such a domineering man, her mother responded that even the toughest man will show his gentle side to the woman he loves. Nevertheless, Yuki was generally courteous to women, doing them favors and avoiding fights with them. She feels that women, like her, should be the ones protecting them and not the other way around. Despite the latter point, she almost exclusively fights men seeing as how the majority of the shinobi world are male. With that said, she was a bit hesitant to fight men for multiple reasons. Mainly because she feels that they are too 'primitive' in a cute way. She finds them both cute and sometimes brutish, often noting both when encountering a new male.

She had expressed a notably mature and modest interest in marriage and raising a family. She hopes to "marry a regular guy who isn't too ugly and not too pretty. Have two children, first a girl, then a boy. Retire after her daughter is married and her son becomes a successful ninja, and spend the rest of her life playing checkers or chess. Then die of old age after her husband."

Yuki was a very kind, polite, and caring person. These characteristics were said to be her greatest strength by both her father Tatsuma and her former teacher, while her greatest weakness had always been her lack of confidence at times. Although she lacks confidence when fighting for her own sake, she will bolster quite a confident attitude when fighting for the sake of another. After all, she believes whole-heartedly that fighting for the sake of another makes one much stronger than fighting for oneself. This belief had proven true for her throughout her past, though things may change. She was always looking to protect and assist those around her and will never leave someone to do something hard all by themselves. This was just not her nature. She was always ready to assist and provide support to her comrades in particular.

She was easily motivated by the prospect of food, and becomes highly agitated when somebody calls her "fat", especially considering she was rather far from fat. However, she does not hide her love for food and her near constant hunger was also an annoyance to her fellow clan shinobi and comrades, as eating often comes before other necessities such as stealth and teamwork. Food can also make her over-react about silly things, such as who gets the last chip, or when she was not allowed to eat something crunchy and loud even in a mission situation that requires the utmost stealth. Yuki also tends to eat a lot when she's angry, indulging herself greatly. She also eats when she was upset, often eating great amounts of food while sobbing in tears. This was ordinary for her and she often gets over things quickly after she had eaten a good bit of food. Her high metabolism truly works in her favor, allowing her to eat extensive amounts without gaining too much weight.

Yuki had a long-standing friendship with multiple ninja throughout the clan, choosing to form bonds with many of the shinobi throughout the Hyuuga Clan. She typically only befriends those who see past her quirky nature and oddities and understand her true nature and capabilities. Because of this, Yuki had unwavering faith and loyalty to her comrades and, if necessary, would give her life for them, without much of a second thought, if any. She was definitely the friendly type and will do her best to not anger her comrades, simply blushing and apologizing when someone gets angry with her. She was not the type to argue or lash out at others, instead keeping to herself when she becomes enraged or depressed. She doesn't let her emotions, especially negative ones, affect those around her and will often seclude herself to avoid such things.

As stated by her father and teacher, Yuki greatly lacks confidence in herself and her abilities which often times hinders her actions or even progression in some aspects. However, she easily overcomes such tendencies when the situation calls for it, especially if she had to protect or defend her comrades. With that said, she doesn't ever let her lack of confidence hold her back but instead keeps it in place as a humbling factor.

Yuki sighed as she stood up, munching the last bit of her cone from her ice cream cone and shaking her hands off to discard the crumbs. She looked around before activating her byakugan, ensuring that no one was nearby before she proceeded to approach the training dummies which she would be practicing on. One training dummy in particular sat in the ground at the forefront of the numerous other training dummies. It was composed primarily of stone, wood, and hay which was evident in the little straws that stuck out here and there. She sighed as she closed her eyes, getting into her typical stance for assault purposes. She pulled her right hand back and pushed her left hand slightly forward, with two fingers extended while the rest were pulled back into her fist. She closed her eyes, still seeing all with her byakugan before striking the training dummy over and over again in multiple places. The first two strikes struck it along the neck while the second flurry of strikes were aimed at its shoulders. She slowly began to strike it alone the areas of the inside of its elbows, down to its wrists and multiple points along its chest. All the places that she struck were the typical locations of tenketsu points, making especially sure to send a wave of chakra into each point. Finally she struck it in the dead center, causing the entire dummy to be reduced to rubble, due to the fact that its structural integrity had been compromised by the many strikes.

Yuki continued to strike the dummy's left over stick over and over again until that too snapped, leaving only a small spike of wood sticking out from the ground. She proceeded to swerve and swivel around the piece of wood to the next dummy and struck it multiple times as well, striking it harder and faster, sending more chakra into it than before, watching it crumble behind the might of her gentle fist style. She giggled happily at how quickly she was advancing, more than happy with the fact that she was capable to easily destroy two training dummies composed of stone from the sheer force of her gentle fist style. She pulled back and decided that perhaps she should find someone to spar with, as that would be the most efficient method of training for her gentle fist style.

Yuki proceeded to exit the clearing and began to wander around the northern forests of the Fire Country, venturing rather deep into the densely forested enclosures. She looked around her, her byakugan activated, as she attempted to locate a nearby shinobi to spar with. Her veins were present on both of her temples, signifying that she had activated her doujutsu, and she proceeded to look until she realized that there was no one around. At least, that was her finding until she noticed a flicker of movement. Someone was rushing at her at phenomenal speeds, their velocity increasing exponentially the further they ran towards Yuki. "Oh ho. We have a sparring partner, it seems." she giggled, proceeding forward in the direction of the man. She stopped a mere few feet in front of the spot where she estimated that he would reach within numerous seconds. When he finally hit that exact location, she jumped back, skidding across the ground as she planted her feet firmly against the ground, using her right hand to place her palm against the ground as to maintain the integrity of her form.

"You Yuki Hyuuga?" the guy muttered, his eyes almost dull and lifeless as he glared at Yuki with what appeared to be an undying hatred. A hatred bred from something he had learned. Something he knew. Yuki was a bit confused at first but quickly realized what was going on. After all, it had only been a couple of years since that fateful day in her organization in which all of her friends and, what seemed like, family were slaughtered by a group of rival organization members. Yuki single-handedly discarded all of their lives and escaped with her own, though she never suspected that there would be someone who not only knew that she was the one who killed them but also could find her. She gritted her teeth a bit, unsure of how to respond to his question, so she simply nodded. "So? What of it?" she asked. "Get ready to meet God, little lady." he spat, disappearing with a flicker of movement.

The shady figure of a man appeared to the right of Yuki's side, launching a well aimed kick at the side of Yuki's stomach. His leg almost whistled through the air with the speed of his maneuvers, connecting with his powerful kick. The kick sent Yuki flying to her left, though it only took her a moment to regain her compose, landing feet-first against a tree before leaping off immediately in the direction of another tree, doing this several times until she was bouncing from tree to tree all around the man. "You're foolish if you sought me out for that. You're foolish if you sought me out at all." she muttered almost underneath her breath, before launching her body forward at the man, her right hand pulled back in a gentle fist form. She landed right in front of the man, wasting no time before launching her right hand forward, propelling it with her forearm. The man stepped to the side with great agility, grasping Yuki by her forearm with one hand and lifting her up off the ground to throw her onto the ground opposite of him. He then picked her up once more and slung her around to throw her against the ground, sending her skidding several meters away.

Yuki coughed up dust and dirt as she staggered to her feet, immediately getting into formation. "I see how this is going to be..." she muttered. She realized that she could not simply take him out nearly as easily as she had done with the other members of his organization. He was much stronger than her at this point and she had gotten a bit soft compared to how strong she was back in that day and age. She would not lose to him, however. She could not afford to lose to him. "You know... Ever since that day, I wondered what kind of monster would have been able to do that much damage to my pals. What kind of... beast had such power." The man began to speak to Yuki, her chest heaving as she made efforts to regain her composure. "But now that you're in front of me... All I see is a little girl. What a joke." he muttered, tilting his head from side to side, loud pops resounding throughout the area. "This almost won't be worth it." he muttered.

Yuki was now ten years of age and lived on the streets, roaming from place to place in search of something more meaningful in life. She found nothing. Soon she encountered two men beating up a helpless man, reaching down and raiding his pockets for anything worth stealing. Yuki approached them, her eyes glazed over as she examined them both. "What're ya lookin' at, bitch?" one of them spat at her. Yuki did not respond, but silently activated her byakugan. Veins emerged from either side of her temples as the strenuous activation of her byakugan became apparent, her irises honing in on the men. "Woah, woah, woah, we didn't mean it! Honest! Chill, chill!" the other man tried to calm her down, at which she obeyed, deactivating her byakugan and holding out her hand. "Half." she muttered, gesturing towards the ryo in the man's hand. The man looked down at the ryo he held in his hand then back at Yuki. "Half? You must be out of ya fuckin' mind, kid." she reactivated her byakugan in an instant before muttering once more. "Half." The man obliged her, watching as she deactivated her byakugan and stuffed the ryo in her front left pocket. "Ey kid, I don't reckon you'd be interested in joining our crew? You're young but we could teach ya a few things." he told her, smirking. "I mean, me and Kaito couldn't. But master Amatachi could definitely teach you a lot about the streets." he told her, grinning from ear to ear.

Yuki smiled for the first time in a long time, realizing that she may have found a place to belong. Finally, she felt as if she might have a future somewhere. Even if it was on the streets as a petty criminal, it was something. She followed the men back to their hideout in a dark alley way, proceeding into it unwavering and without fear. The men suddenly bowed down before an older man with white hair and a long white beard. He was somewhat slim and his body was cloaked in a long robe that reached all the way to the ground. He raised his hand, gesturing for them to rise. "This young lady did not bow. Why should you, in her presence?" he whispered before pointing towards Yuki. "What business have you here?" he whispered in a monotone voice, his words gentle and calming. "I..." she started but the man to her right interrupted her, stating in her stead. "She's here to be trained, master Amatachi. She wants to join us." he told his master, who nodded, smiling at Yuki. "You're welcome to join us, young one. However, I must warn you that our initiation is rough and excruciatingly tedious. You'll be an official member once you can last five minutes in a spar with myself. Then and only then may you go out on the streets." he told her, his words firm yet warm and gentle. Yuki nodded. "I understand." she said rather bluntly, in an equally monotonous tone as the elderly man spoke in.

Yuki was now thirteen years of age, her body was beginning to fill out and her skill was improving drastically. "Don't leave yourself open, child!" Amatachi shouted as he struck at her with Gentle Fist Style Body One Blow, which she dodged skillfully and reciprocated with the exact same technique. The elderly man known as Amatachi was certainly more agile than he appeared as he ducked backwards, grabbing Yuki by her wrist and throwing her across the room against the wall. Yuki coughed as she landed on the ground, slowly rising to her feet. Amatachi did not let up, however, rushing at her quickly without regard for her safety. He struck her repeatedly in the face with his closed fist, dodging any meager attempt she made to fight back. "You... still... have... a lot... to learn... child..." he muttered between punches, beating her mercilessly. She spit up blood as she lay sprawled on the ground, her master walking away from limp body. "Clean yourself up and return to me when you've gotten at least a little stronger, young one." he told her, his words once more gentle, unlike they had been earlier. He had two sides to him. And Yuki was one of the few who got to see them both so back-to-back. Yuki staggered to her feet as she limped to her room to clean herself up and practice for next time. She had to defeat her master even if it meant she had to train non-stop.

Yuki was now 15 years old and she challenged her master, Amatachi once more. "You still alive, old man? Good." she called out to Amatachi, grinning. "It's time I fixed that." she giggled, getting into position and fixing her posture for defensive maneuvering and evasion if necessary. "Come at me, gramps." she spat. "You children never learn." the old master muttered as she dashed forward at Yuki, a blade of chakra forming from his palm as he swung it at Yuki repeatedly, which Yuki responded to by maneuvering around it quickly with great agility, using the backside of her hand to nudge it off course every now and then to make dodging easier. "Oh, you're getting better..." he muttered as he attempted to strike her again and again, missing each time. Finally he leaped backwards, landing square on his feet, performing a series of handsigns. "I see how it's going to be." he muttered, as lightning affinity chakra began to envelope his body, electricity sparking here and there, the sound of it crackling throughout the room. "It's a shame I have to put you down now, child." he cackled, rushing at Yuki with incredible speed, appearing next to her and letting loose a well-aimed kick at her side. She was sent flying against the wall but stood up, blinking. "Fine, gramps. Be that way." she muttered, as she activated her byakugan. The veins around her eyes appeared as she blinked, taking a deep breath.

She rushed at her master at a speed equal to his, even with his lightning enhanced speed, before jumping into the air and aiming a kick right at his gut. He was sent flying against the wall, rubble flying all across the room as she landed squarely on her feet. "I'm not done with you yet!" she would shout out as she rushed to his left side, as soon as he had crawled out of the wall, and struck him with Gentle Fist Style One Body Blow, sending him flying across the room once more, coughing up blood as his body was scraped up and badly injured. Yuki approached him slowly before picking him up by the neck of his robe, pushing him up against the wall. "Kill me, child. Inherit my empire." he whispered, his eyes dull and lifeless at this point, almost as if he had accepted his death years ago. "No. You're going to leave. There's still more for you to teach me, master." she said, smiling as she let him down onto his feet, stepping back. "Very well... I'll stay alive to mentor you then." he said with a smile, bowing to her gingerly due to his wounds. "Good." she said, giggling as he limped over to a nearby chair to sit down, a medical shinobi on standby rushed to his aid to assist and heal him.

"I hired this medical shinobi for you... Never thought he'd be healing me. You've come a long way, child." he told her, smiling at her. She smiled as well, happy as she could be. She finally fit in for once. She had a place that she could call home and a family of her own again. Things were as they should be. She was truly happy. Yuki spent the next few years raiding government buildings for ryo, mugging people on the streets, and performing other criminal acts. She was growing to be quite the little criminal. However, some part of her shouted out to her. A part of her that told her what she was doing was wrong and that she should change her ways. Maybe that part of her was right? But how could it be right when what she was doing made her so happy and was so profitable? She continued living this life style until she seventeen years old. That was when it happened. An occurrence that would change her life and the way she viewed the world forever.

"Get up! Yuki! Yuki!" the shout was from Kaito, the man she had first met when she joined the organization. He shook her awake, her groggy body rising as she looked around. "Wah?" she murmured, rubbing her eyes. "Master Amatachi is dead! They-" he was cut off as a dagger attached to a chain cut clean through his chest, jutting out through his back. It was suddenly snatched back, allowing his body to fall dead to the ground, a shadow standing in the doorway of the room. "Prisoner or member?" the figure asked, clearly asking if Yuki was a prisoner of the organization or a member of it. Yuki froze, her eyes intensifying as she gazed at the man. She had no idea what to do. What should she do? Pose as a prisoner and get away with her life or try to avenge her master? What was she thinking... She had to avenge her master and protect whoever was left in the organization. She leaped from her bed, activating her byakugan simultaneously as she stood in front of the figure within an instant, striking his tenketsu points one after another as he was frozen in place, his body thudding back and forth from the strikes before falling limp to the ground. Yuki retrieved a kunai from her pouch, leaning down and slicing his throat before holding it in her hand, slowly examining the entire hideout with her byakugan.

She looked around at each and every shady figure that she did not recognize, and soon it was all clear to her. The entire organization except for her had been killed already. She counted the number of figures in the hideout and it appeared to be no more than five. She bit her bottom lip as she realized perhaps she had made a huge mistake. "Five.. A rival gang? Maybe..." she murmured as she slowly inched her way out of the room, since there was no one in the room outside of hers. She proceeded to sneak up on the first man slowly, rounding the corner in an instant and stabbing the kunai clean into his jugular, gripping his body and letting it down slowly and gently as to not alert the other dark figures within the hideout. She immediately took note of the others' positions, noticing that they had all moved by that time. One of them was approaching her at that moment. "Reimo, you there?" the voice called out to silence, Yuki remaining quiet as she waited to ambush him. "Hello? Reimo?" he called once more, slowly rounding the corner only to face the same exact fate as his comrade, Reimo. A kunai to the jugular.

Yuki proceeded to sneak up on and take care of the remaining shady figures before exiting the hideout, immediately running out into the night. She knew not where she would go, all she knew was that she could never return to that kind of life. Not ever. She panted and cried as she ran, gasping as she ran into a fellow Hyuuga, dropping to the ground, cowering as he leaned down. "Are you okay, miss? You need help?" he asked, an earnest expression on his face. Yuki, stricken with terror, did not respond in any manner. He picked her up and cradled her in his arms, carrying her to his home. "It's okay, I'll clean you up." he said, noticing the blood all over her as well as the few wounds she possessed. "Do you have anywhere to go?" he asked her, to which she shook her head no. "Do you need a place to stay?" he followed up with another question. She nodded slowly, but hesitantly and he smiled warmly. "It's okay. You can stay with me until you can afford your own place." he said generously. He made his way back to his home and carried her inside, spending that night helping her get settled in and cleaned up and what not. By the end of the night, she was warm and comfortable in a nice and cozy bed, drifting off into the abyss of sleep... Dreaming terrible nightmares.

When she turned eighteen years of age, she was finally able to afford her own place to live and moved out of the man's home. She thanked him for his kindness, offering him money for all of his assistance but he declined, telling her it was only the right thing to do. The entire ordeal had instilled a new set of morals in Yuki that had not been present prior to then. With those morals, she made it far in the clan's rankings. By the age of nineteen she had already become an on-field operative clan soldier. Not only that, but she became designated by the clan leader as the Master of the Lightning Pillar. She became the master of lightning-based Hyuuga techniques and was even highly regarded throughout the clan as one of the fastest and most agile shinobi, due to her affinity for lightning. She was finally happy as she fit in more than ever. She had found her place among the clan on the upper world rather than the underworld. She was no longer ashamed of herself and had something to actually be proud of. Despite her young age, she was quite the prodigy, capable of engaging even some of the most powerful elder clan members.

Yuki was beyond your average shinobi in terms of appearance, due to the combination of lineages that had resulted in her birth. Not only was she born with pure blonde hair, a trait that was rare to shinobi in general and even more so to the Hyuuga clan, but she was also born with the pure white pupil-less eyes of the Hyuuga clan. With that said, there were few, if any, shinobi with the exact hair and eye combination as her due to her lineage and clan. Having a rare appearance was not all good and swell, however, as she was often rejected by other members of the Hyuuga clan whom were too prideful to accept her for who she was. It was not as if she allowed such a thing to phase her, however. Her eyes, being so deep white, were easy to get lost in. After all, it was almost as if one were looking into the sun itself on a bright summer's day when one looked into her eyes directly. It was easy to hone in so much on the whiteness of her eyes that one neglected to pay attention to the surrounding features of her face, leading to them seeing nothing but white for that brief moment that they are lost in her gaze. Her face was cutely shaped and relatively small as far as her forehead, nose, and chin were concerned. Her lips were full yet not too large, with a pinkish hue to them. She often kept them pursed together when deep in thought and would pull out a gentle smile when looking to comfort her allies. Today, she simply kept them pursed together for the most part, having no need to really smile at the moment.

Her hair, being blonde, was pure and clean in many ways. Her bangs extended down to just below her eyebrows, waving to the side so that they did not obstruct her vision. While she also had a bit of hair on either side of her head that extended down to the bottom of her neck. In the back, her hair flowed all the way down to around her waist-area. She often kept it loose and waving in the wind but today was different. Instead, she had decided to tie it up into two pony tails that each extended down evenly to her waist. She often tied them with blue ribbons when she did this but today had chosen to use pink ribbons. She had tied the pony tails so neatly and perfectly, making them look nice and neat. She was actually quite proud of herself as she was not often very good with things such as hair. The fact that she was able to do her ponytails so well was a testament to how good she was at things which she did not even do often. It was not necessarily a magnificent feat and thus served to prove very little. However, the fact alone that she was able to do it meant a lot to she herself. There was nothing else that instilled more pride in her than doing something she despised and actually being good at it. More shinobi should perhaps be like her in that regard. Trying things that they ordinarily would not like and seeing just how good they can become at it. It is an excellent way to train and hone one's abilities.

Although she was not the type to be considered too 'girly', she actually cared a lot about her appearance and wished to give off a good impression to those she interacted with, especially in the training grounds as she wished to attract attention to her so she could meet a nice training partner who could help her grow better and stronger. She felt that if her appearance gave off the impression of a slacker, she would not get very far in life. She was, after all, the type of person who believed how one carried themself was vital to how far they made it in life. One could easily look at a person and draw first impressions based on their appearance and how they dressed themselves. This was a sad truth in the world and one that she did not particularly approve of. However, she had little issues with it as she had a large wardrobe of nice clothing as well as outfits that would put most other shinobi to shame. She was not afraid to pick out even the most ostentatious outfits to wear when leaving her home, even if it meant receiving belittling glares from her fellow clans members. How could she help the fact that she enjoyed giving off a positive vibe? How could she help that she wanted to give off positive impressions to all those that gazed upon her? She could not help it, not in the slightest. It was simply the way she was raised. Her parents instilled a specific set of values in her when they raised her and she would not allow those values to go to waste. Instead, she would utilize those values to instill respect in those around her.

Her eyes were full and white, as previously mentioned, with no noticeable pupils. Instead, she simply had pure white irises without any sign of a dot or circular black formation in her eyes. When her byakugan was activated, as it presently was, veins extended from either temple on her head, showing that the blood flow in her head had increased dramatically, and the strenuous activity of her eyes was taking its proper toll. Her eyes were somewhat large compared to most but not too large. After all, they gave off a 'cute' appearance that many would fall in love with. They sat at the top of her face perfectly, though not necessarily perfectly symmetrical as no one's eyes are perfectly symmetrical. However, it would be quite a tedious task for one to find flaws in her beauty. That's not to say that her beauty was flawless, on the contrary, her appearance was slightly flawed but that was what was cute about her. Each component of her face worked together to produce an image that would be quite difficult for one to say no to. Over-all, she appeared to be gorgeous but if one were to focus on each part of her face individually they may have realized the flaws in her looks.

She often wore a clean, pure-white button-up shirt that she would change without thought should it get dirty. She wore such a shirt on this day, as she did not feel like changing up that detail of her appearance even if she had decided to switch things up with her. After all, it was not necessarily her nicest shirt but it was not a bad shirt either. It was perfect training attire as far as her wardrobe went. She wanted to look nice while not risking ruining her better clothing, after all. She wore the shirt quite well, feeling it fit snugly to her skin while also not being so tight as to restrict her. It was perfectly fit to her body and thus good for training. Much better than her tighter or looser clothing which would have hindered her in some shape or form. She could not have hindrances when training. She had to be of best model and form if she was to train properly and efficiently. She wore it completely buttoned up except for the topmost button which she had left, as she typically did, unbuttoned to give her some breathing room, especially considering she would be doing intensive training today. She could not have her shirt choking her or restricting her, after all. She would be breathing heavily throughout the training session and to have the top button buttoned up would have forced it to cling to her neck. Something she was not particularly fond of.

The collar of this shirt extended half-way up her neck and was folded neatly outward and buttoned up at the innermost portion. It was certainly professional in appearance, clearly designed for those who had the money to afford it. The material was nothing to scoff at and neither was the design. Though it appeared plain, the over all appearance of the shirt was something one did not find often in the shinobi world. Her breasts protruded subtly from the upper-portion of the shirt, being relatively large in size but not too large. They were well-rounded and she wore a light-duty bra that did its jobs while not restricting her too much movement-wise. It wrapped around underneath her arms but had no actual straps. However, the way it was designed prevented it from sliding down or coming off too easily. It was almost like a miniature tube-top that she wore underneath her clothing.

On the outside of this white, buttoned up shirt was her brown over-coat which extended halfway down her upper body, but not all the way to her waist. This was so that it did not inhibit her movement. After all, the shorter a jacket was the less it would impede a kunoichi's movement. It was, in fact, so short that it did not even reach her belly button. Though this was simply off by a few inches, it was still helpful to her agility and swiftness. It was not as if she would wear it training but still. It had been somewhat cold on the way to the training grounds and it helped her stay warm, regardless of how short it was. Even though the forested areas of the Fire Country, particularly in the northern area, was normally extremely hot, she was always one to get cold quite easily. It could have been one hundred degrees out and she would still feel a little breezy and cold. The coat had long sleeves with furrowed cuffs at the end of each arm.

Yuki brandished her head-band on her right shoulder, tied prominently around her arm on the outside of jacket. It bore the symbol of the noble Hyuuga Clan, as most headbands of the clan did, and was made from a meager silver material that shone brilliantly but was not all too durable. The material it was embedded in was a brown cloth-like material that wrapped around her arm, a bit darker tinted than her coat. On the front of her coat, on the left side, was the Hyuuga clan's clan emblem which was embedded and laced in a flimsy silver-type material, making it durable, professional looking, and prominent. Underneath her jacket were two straps that extended around either one of her shoulders, in place in order to hold her entire appearance together when undergoing transformations. After all, her clothing was over-all designed to expand and change in size when she transformed into something awkwardly shaped or larger than her initial size. With that said, the straps did the same and also acted to hold her lower garments to her upper garments while transforming, i.e. her pants to her shirt.

Above her coat she often wore a small, short green cloak-like garment that buttoned up to the right of her neck. It was a sign of her lineage, as it was often what members of her lineage wore to designate who was of pure blood and who was not. Those with green capes were often those who were of the purest blood while those with blue capes had a grandparent or two who were not of the pure blooded lineage that Yuki was, while those with a red cape had a parent who was not of the proper lineage. With that said, Yuki's was pure green due to her purity and bloodline. Both of her parents as well as all of her grandparents were pure-blooded Hyuuga clan members meaning that she was considered of the utmost purity with regards to her clan blood. It was no wonder that she possessed the clan's kekkei genkai. However, due to her specific lineage she was far from appearing like your typical Hyuuga clan member. Even more so, most of the clan did not abide by such traditions that this specific lineage did.

Around her waist she brandished a brown belt with several pouches which held her basic ninja weaponry, even though she was currently not in possession of any weaponry to list. Although she did not possess any weaponry, she had in fact loaded the pouches with small polished pebbles that were actually quite durable and sharp at the ends with jagged parts jutting out. She used them as moderate weapons of sorts due to the fact that she still had to stop by the ninja shop and acquire some new weaponry. She wondered what the prices were looking like around this time of year. After all, the prices were constantly fluctuating with the economy. Regardless, the pebbles would do just fine so long as she threw them at a decent speed. Her father had always taught her to make use of her surroundings and objects around her if she was lacking anything necessary. This was her form of compensating for her lack of weapons. It was not as though she really needed weapons at the moment but one never knew when they would enter combat or need them in a spar, after all. On the front of the belt was a simple silver belt-buckle as well as several holes in place for her to clip the belt or adjust it.

The belt was of moderate thickness and height, but was not too large or bulky. It was quite sturdy and durable while being somewhat difficult to remove if one did not do so on a daily basis. She could easily unclip and remove the belt with relative ease due to the fact that she clipped it on and off every day and had done so for several years now. It was not as if she was new to the whole 'belt' concept but this belt in particular was a handful for anyone not used to it. Anyone who would wish to remove it without her knowing would find such a job quite tedious and time-consuming. This was to prevent anyone from stealing her weaponry or leaving her without her pouches. The belt buckle had two clips on it which slid into the holes found on her actual belt, making it firm and steadfast. The belt also had several clips on it so that she could easily and readily add pouches or bags to it for later use.

Right below her belt she wore a green skirt like garment that was similar in color and hue to her cloak. It was extremely short as it was not intended to be worn alone. Instead, it was simply there to cover her rear and front due to the fact that she was quite modest and innocent in many ways. It was a bit shorter in the front than in the back due to the fact that the front was where it overlapped and clipped at the belt at the top of either one of her thighs. It was not necessarily fundamental clan attire, as not many clan members wore it, but it still bore the same color as her cloak due to her pure clan lineage. Her butt was pert and well-rounded, extending out almost as much as her breasts did. This was one of the main reasons she wore this skirt as her tights did little, if anything, to properly hide it. She did not like for anyone to look at her butt and would even get quite embarrassed when someone acknowledged it in any way, often reacting somewhat harshly towards them in response.

Underneath the skirt was a pair of tights that extended all the way from her waist down to her ankles. They were a whitish grey color and were somewhat thin when it came down to the material. It was stretchy and clung to the skin. Among the tights were several straps which helds a kunai holster or two, each holster holding several kunai and other weaponry that it could fit inside, though they were presently empty due to her lack of weapons to fill them. The straps each had single-clip buckles that were similar in appearance to the belt that she wore around her waist. They criss-crossed around each of her thighs, perfectly symmetrical in appearance. Her tights, due to how tight they were, were over-lapped by the aforementioned skirt and knee-high boots. Her knee-high boots covered up to just below her knees and opened up a bit more toward the top more so than lower down. The boots were brown in color and were of similar hue to her coat.

These boots had a slightly elevated heel which she had mastered running on and were a bit pointed toward the front. They had few, if any, designs on them other than a few swirled light brown designs here and there. The boots fit snugly against her feet and allowed for optimal running speed and performance. They were light-weight, despite their size, and hindered her very little compared to most boots. Her feet were relatively small, though the boots made them look slightly bigger than they actually were, though this is hardly an issue seeing as her feet were rather small to begin with. Her feet actually looked of ordinary size even for a girl in the boots that she wore.

Growing up, Yuki experienced many atrocities and hardships which most shinobi either had to face or did not. It was perplexing to her how the shinobi world could be so cruel and dark. Rather than allow it all to get to her and interfere with her mind, she broke free from the constraints of anger and depression and came out a girl who was happy and content with life, regardless of how bad things could get. She was not the type to let things hurt her, far from it, she accepted everything and sugar-coated the bad, while accepting the good open-armed. Although this was difficult on anyone to do, she did it so flawlessly that most consider her the 'optimist' of the noble Hyuuga Clan. Indeed, her optimism was something characteristic of her.

She is the happy-go-lucky type of person who is always ambitious and excited for new things and experiences. She is always willing to train regardless of how difficult or tedious it may. Furthermore, she is more than willing to go on missions and do small jobs with little pay. After all, someone has to do it. Why not her? She undertakes low-rank missions and jobs without a second thought to it, realizing that she may not be suited for the more bloody and difficult missions, given the fact that she is unable to kill most people and the aspect of such a thing scares her. She instead undertakes E to D rank missions more than any other, sometimes C rank missions, in order to pay for her apartment and living arrangements. That's not to say that she is completely incapable of killing, though you could draw such a conclusion by looking at her past, moreover she does not wish to take a life if it can be helped.

She often keeps a little purse with her that is modeled after squirrel, with a little furry tail and all. She often keeps most, if not all, of her money in said wallet and carries it with her everywhere she goes in one of her front pouches. She is constantly weary of thieves and thus keeps all her most important valuables in her front pouches so that she will notice if someone tries to steal from her or pick-pocket her. With that said, she believes the only truly safe place for her valuables is on her person. At the very least, she can defend such things with her life if need be. Otherwise, she would have no such opportunity should she choose to keep her valuables elsewhere. In her home? No way! Someone could easily just walk in and take what they please when she isn't around. She was not so gullible as to trust her valuables in her home.

Yuki is extremely loyal to the clan known as the Hyuuga clan. Her loyalty extends to the boundaries of her morality. She is willing to do just about anything for the clan if it logically makes sense to her. For example, if her values come into question she will go with her values over her loyalty. She will not kill needlessly for her clan or do anything else 'dark' or 'sinster' for it. She abstains from such actions or from being put in situations where she must take such actions. After all, she puts her moral values well above her loyalty. However, should her clan be at risk she is more than willing to set aside her values. It is only when the breaking of her values is needless that it becomes a problem for the young kunoichi.

Yuki Hiyu is a master of nintaijutsu, constantly training and honing her abilities for hand-to-hand or melee combat. She is far from a novice in this area and is more than willing to train. After all, she spends the majority of her time training, especially when she is not on missions. She will often train alone but will also do so with a buddy or even a complete stranger. She lives by the saying, "everything is more fun with more people" which might be an odd saying but it is certainly one that proves true when she is with her friends. Yuki is always smiling and appears to always be happy, even when she isn't. She feels that if she is always happy, others may draw upon that happiness and be happy as well. She truly believes that all the world needs to be a better place is at least one person to smile through hardships and show everyone that things aren't so bad.

As a genin, Yuki has always been the sort of unenthusiastic kid who liked to watch clouds. She preferred not to get involved in "troublesome" activities, pretending to be busy to avoid responsibility. She also does not like fighting, deeming it, as she does to most things, "bothersome". She is fully aware of this side of her personality. She even named herself "the number one at running away" or "the number one coward". In fact, her most commonly used phrase is "how bothersome" or "what a drag" when it comes down to fulfilling duties or doing her job. She can be quite lazy at times, which is a sad she tries to hide in front of others but particularly comes out when she is alone or facing something truly bothersome.

However, when duty calls, Yuki has a strong moral compass and sense of commitment towards her comrades. Even though, by her own testimony, she lacks bravery, she will sacrifice herself and face almost certain death, for the sake of her friends and/or clan members without a second thought. Because of her raw leadership skill, she was one of the first academy students in her level to become a Genin. The weight of the decisions she must make as a genin and, thus, a part of the clan's inner-working parts have caused Yuki to mature rapidly. This was most evident following the death of her sensei, Amatachi. She vowed to protect and later mentor Amatachi's child, so that the child could grow up to be just like Amatachi.

Yuki's sense of duty and commitment to the future of her clan is also reflected in her willingness to take a life if it interferes with the safety of her clan, even in the face of potentially obstructing her values or facing death herself. Yuki has also developed an immense sense of pride as she believes that only someone of high intellect can become Raikage, such as herself. As such, she refuses to die no matter what happens before she becomes Raikage as she feels that once she achieves such a status in her clan, she will be able to then and only then change the shinobi world for the better. She has also resolved to be a 'mentor' of sorts to the younger clan members in the Hyuuga clan, often helping them train or giving them advice on how to become Genin as well.

Yuki enjoys playing thinking games which ordinarily only elder shinobi enjoy playing. These games include things such as chess or checkers and she is actually quite good at them, as her intellect is much higher than one would imagine. She simply choose to reserve it and act a bit foolish as that is merely her personality. Yuki's most distinctive character trait is that she considers most men bossy and "bothersome", particularly her sensei, whom she came later on to respect greatly. She usually defines them as aggressive, demanding, and sometimes even scary. Given her late father's tyrannical personality, this isn't too surprising. However, her mother shares the exact same attitude, even though she married Tatsuma, Yuki's father, in the first place.

When Yuki questioned her mother about why she would marry such a domineering man, her mother responded that even the toughest man will show his gentle side to the woman he loves. Nevertheless, Yuki is generally courteous to women, doing them favors and avoiding fights with them. She feels that women, like her, should be the ones protecting them and not the other way around. Despite the latter point, she almost exclusively fights men seeing as how the majority of the shinobi world are male. With that said, she is a bit hesitant to fight men for multiple reasons. Mainly because she feels that they are too 'primitive' in a cute way. She finds them both cute and sometimes brutish, often noting both when encountering a new male.

She has expressed a notably mature and modest interest in marriage and raising a family. She hopes to "marry a regular guy who isn't too ugly and not too pretty. Have two children, first a girl, then a boy. Retire after her daughter is married and her son becomes a successful ninja, and spend the rest of her life playing checkers or chess. Then die of old age after her husband."

Yuki is a very kind, polite, and caring person. These characteristics were said to be her greatest strength by both her father Tatsuma and her former teacher, while her greatest weakness has always been her lack of confidence at times. Although she lacks confidence when fighting for her own sake, she will bolster quite a confident attitude when fighting for the sake of another. After all, she believes whole-heartedly that fighting for the sake of another makes one much stronger than fighting for oneself. This belief has proven true for her throughout her past, though things may change. She is always looking to protect and assist those around her and will never leave someone to do something hard all by themselves. This is just not her nature. She is always ready to assist and provide support to her comrades in particular.

She is easily motivated by the prospect of food, and becomes highly agitated when somebody calls her "fat", especially considering she is rather far from fat. However, she does not hide her love for food and her near constant hunger is also an annoyance to her fellow clan shinobi and comrades, as eating often comes before other necessities such as stealth and teamwork. Food can also make her over-react about silly things, such as who gets the last chip, or when she is not allowed to eat something crunchy and loud even in a mission situation that requires the utmost stealth. Yuki also tends to eat a lot when she's angry, indulging herself greatly. She also eats when she is upset, often eating great amounts of food while sobbing in tears. This is ordinary for her and she often gets over things quickly after she has eaten a good bit of food. Her high metabolism truly works in her favor, allowing her to eat extensive amounts without gaining too much weight.

Yuki has a long-standing friendship with multiple ninja throughout the clan, choosing to form bonds with many of the shinobi throughout the Hyuuga clan. She typically only befriends those who see past her quirky nature and oddities and understand her true nature and capabilities. Because of this, Yuki has unwavering faith and loyalty to her comrades and, if necessary, would give her life for them, without much of a second thought, if any. She is definitely the friendly type and will do her best to not anger her comrades, simply blushing and apologizing when someone gets angry with her. She is not the type to argue or lash out at others, instead keeping to herself when she becomes enraged or depressed. She doesn't let her emotions, especially negative ones, affect those around her and will often seclude herself to avoid such things.

As stated by her father and teacher, Yuki greatly lacks confidence in herself and her abilities which often times hinders her actions or even progression in some aspects. However, she easily overcomes such tendencies when the situation calls for it, especially if she has to protect or defend her comrades. With that said, she doesn't ever let her lack of confidence hold her back but instead keeps it in place as a humbling factor.

Yuki staggered to her feet, quickly realizing that she should not be fighting to kill this man. That type of thing was in her past, after all. She was no longer a killer. No longer a criminal. She had to resolve matters in a different manner. She once more got into formation, looking at the man who stood mere meters away from her. "I'm not who I once was... But if you insist on fighting me, I will paralyze you." Yuki told him calmly with a collected mind. She would protect herself and protect those around her. She would not let scum like this ruin her new life or ruin her clan. She would fight him even if it meant dying. She could not kill him, however. That was one thing that she absolutely refused to do. If she killed him, she would just revert back to who she used to be. Back to who she once was. That was something that was out of the question. Absolutely out of the question.

The man now rushed at her and aimed another kick, this time at her left side. Yuki, this time, put up both of her hands and caught his leg before it could reach her side, using her strength to lift him by his leg and swing him around, releasing him to send him flying against a tree. The man hit the tree, cracking it as he slumped to the ground, biting his cheek as he came to a standing position once more. "What's with the sudden effort? he grunted, staggering as he stood. "You ready to get serious?!" he mocked her as he rushed at her at insane speeds, waiting until he was within a feet of distance in front of her before letting loose a flurry of punches at incredible speeds, each one aimed at the head of Yuki. Each punch flew with great speed and had incredible strength behind them. However, Yuki simply blocked and diverted each punch with calm agility, pacing herself and adjusting her breathing patterns so that she did not lose much stamina in doing so. She proceeded to knock each punch out of the way with the palm of her hand, while blocking others with her forearm or palm.

This continued for several seconds until Yuki got a feel for his movements and was able to easily predict his attack patterns, deciding that she would then begin to fight back. She sent a series of strikes and blocks at his head and torso areas, which he blocked before sending countermeasure attacks back at Yuki. Suddenly the fight had become a series of quick punches, jabs, and blocks all occurring with tens at a time due to the immense speed at which they were both able to move at. Yuki proceeded with this routine until she grew weary of the training on the man, pulling her right hand back, forming a gentle fist style hand-form with two fingers extended, as she let it strike several points of his body at incredible speeds. Two hits to the shoulders, three hits to the inside of the elbows, four hits to the wrists. Five hits to the chest. She proceeded with this, sending pulsating waves of electricity into his body until he fell to the ground, paralyzed, his body unable to move on its own.

"You're paralyzed. Permanently. I hope you realize your mistake in challenging me." she told him, glaring at his paralyzed body, which was unable to speak at that point. She slowly began to walk away until someone called out from behind her, his voice gruff and somewhat familiar. "Wait, you bitch!" he shouted leaping down from a nearby tree. Apparently he had just arrived. "First Reimo then Tatsuchi?" he said, clearly anger filling him as he glared over at Yuki. "I survived that night... For this very moment. I'm going to fucking kill you." he muttered as he charged at Yuki with great speed, drawing his sword from his side as he body flickered right in front of Yuki, swinging his blade in arcs here and there at Yuki. Yuki dodged the arcs of the blade, whether it be by ducking or by side-stepping, jumping occasionally as he would make low blows.

Soon enough another shinobi jumped down with her bare fists, swinging a right hook at Yuki's head. Yuki narrowly avoided the punch before dodging another strike from the man's blade. She grunted as the man started to pull back, performing a long string of handseals while the woman engaged in her in hand-to-hand combat. When the woman before her first began her movement, Yuki watched her muscles intently to predict what her next movement would be, using a combination of her superior reflexes along with her highly inquisitive capabilities, she was able to properly predict the attack patterns which her opponent would take almost a full second before they actually made contact. This allowed for Yuki to dodge completely, should she so choose, however she was more interested in the fighting style of the kunoichi. The way her muscles moved and the way her attack patterns seemed to line up were extremely abnormal and foreign to Yuki. Rather than fully dodge the assault, she would rotate and shift her body just enough so that each and every strike to her body was as little hindering as it could be. The strike to her shoulder was hardly enough to phase her, which actually made sense as it soon became apparent that it was a diversion. A second blow from the kunoichi's elbow towards her jaw caught Yuki slightly off guard. Even though it was a blow she would have preferred to dodge altogether, she was only able to duck a few inches and maneuver her head so that it would brush her cheek rather than full-on hit her jaw. Perhaps brush was a gentle term to use, seeing as how it still induced a bit of a shock.

Finally, an anticipated blow to the chest came at Yuki, at which point Yuki fell back onto her right leg as to avoid the blow. However, she realized that the girl would not let up just yet. Yuki was done surveying the girl's unpredictable attack patterns. Despite Yuki's high speed and reflexes, she was still having trouble predicting the woman's movements very easily. However, she did not want to appear completely helpless in the fight. After all, she had to, at some point, fight back. As soon as she had fallen back, she would swing her body into position for the Eight Trigrams Rotation technique, subtly releasing chakra from every tenketsu point in her body as she swung her body around in full rotations, releasing the chakra to form a defense around her which, should her opponent get caught in, would send her backwards through the air. Yuki had used a weakened version of the technique, however, ensuring that it did not damage her but simply knock her backwards. She did not want to, after all, end the fight so soon if the girl happened to have little endurance. Furthermore, getting too brutal in a fight was far beyond what Yuki was capable of.

Although the Eight Trigrams Rotation had a small moment of lag, the over-all speed of its initialization and utilization would result in a technique that would have been hard to avoid. Not only had the kunoichi just had the upper hand second prior, but Yuki had used the full extent of her speed to initiate the technique, leading to a rapid activation of it that would be near impossible for the girl to have reacted to. Even if the girl had, say, noticed the initialization of the technique, that did not change the fact that changing the course of her movements and avoiding it would be borderline impossible. It was one thing to simply dodge a technique such as this, but to stop mid-attack and completely change your movement patterns would prove difficult even if said person were on par with Yuki in terms of speed.

If the eight trigrams rotation had made contact with the kunoichi, Yuki would simply stand there as she had no intentions of following up with the technique she had in mind. It was not as if the fight was a real fight just yet and she was far from willing to go all out on what appeared to be a complete stranger. After all, Yuki wanted to train using these two as training dummies of sorts. She had to get stronger and more powerful if she was ever to be able to protect her clan. She could not do that if she simply went all out on them from the very beginning. She had to pace herself.. She would giggle, tilting her head and smiling. "If it's alright with you, I think I'll just work on my defensive tactics." she said, a smile crossing her face as her lips pursed together. She would proceed to get into formation, her body positioning itself to defend against any threat. She was the type to specialize in defensive techniques, after all, she could not lose so easily. Although her endurance was somewhat low, she easily made up for that with her phenomenal speed and defensive techniques.

Should she fail, she would still have created a barrier between herself and the kunoichi, one that would allow for a pause in the fight, at which point she would have reacted all in the same manner. "I am quite impressed with your movement patterns. It's not often, if ever, that I encounter someone who I have trouble predicting. If you were just a tiny bit faster, you'd be impossible to read." she said, giggling. She was not trying to insult the kunoichi, on the contrary, she was complimenting her. There were few shinobi in the clan who had speed on par with Yuki's. Most of those who did were higher ups and even though their speed was superior to Yuki's, it would not stay so for long. Yuki was constantly training and honing her abilities to ensure that her speed stayed far beyond par. She could not allow herself to slack off or lose her edge. She had to stay ready, a fine tuned weapon ready at any moment to strike for her clan. She had to protect those around her, even the woman who stood before her.

Yuki was actually quite happy with the fight, whether she won or lost, she was getting to test her defensive capabilities against someone who was unpredictable with a style foreign to her own. She was getting the chance of a lifetime. After all, if she could hone her reflexes and defenses against a shinobi such as this, most others would be easy to handle. At the same time, she did not necessarily want to lose but she did not want to win. If that made sense. She simply wanted to fight until both of them were tired out and decided to stop. After all, that was the optimal way to train and the optimal way to not piss off her opponent too much just yet. Often, fights went too far and the victor and loser ended up despising each other in turn. By waiting for a stalemate, one could preserve the general decency they have with their opponent while also extending the length of time in which the fight lasts exponentially.

Yuki finally grew suspicious of the man who was performing the handsigns and simply jumped over in front of him, striking with Eight Trigrams Electric Palms to paralyze him as well before leaping backwards behind the woman, doing the same to her. They both fell wimp with paralysis before Yuki turned to walk away, scoffing. "You're all so weak... I feel guilty..." she whispered, her voice actually genuine in the words that it spoke. She truly did feel somewhat guilty for the whole thing. After all, had she not been in that organization at the time, perhaps none of this would have happened. However, she had no regrets. It was what made her who she was today. A strong kunoichi with morals.