Kazahana Koyuki's Wish; Miroku's Prophecy

Konoha, Training Ground Six.

Dawn had just broken, and a thin mist shrouded the entire training ground like gauze. The air was filled with the fresh scent of grass, trees, and damp earth.

A nimble figure was already moving at high speed through the center of the field, the gusts she kicked up stirring the surrounding mist into a ceaseless churn.

It was Kazahana Koyuki, who had just passed her graduation examination and become a genin.

She did not relax in the slightest because she had graduated successfully.

Instead, it was as though some restraint had been removed, and she trained even harder, even more desperately.

Because she knew that graduation was only the beginning, merely the first step onto the path of becoming a ninja.

She was still far from that ultimate goal!

Reclaiming the Land of Snow that had been usurped, and personally killing her enemy, Kazahana Dōtō...

She still had a long road ahead of her.

Every breath and every heartbeat reminded her of the blood-deep hatred she bore and the responsibility of restoring her homeland.

"Hah!"

Koyuki gave a sharp cry, and her body abruptly accelerated again in the midst of her rapid movement.

This was a unique Taijutsu style she had developed by combining the Hard Fist Power Technique taught by Might Duy with her own Flexibility Trait.

Every time her foot landed, the ground sank slightly.

Every time she twisted and threw a punch, the air exploded.

These were all Chakra control techniques she had learned.

Her movements were fluid yet explosive, filled with a distinctive beauty of power. The hard ground beneath her feet was stamped with shallow, distinct footprints.

Too slow! Still too slow! And my power is too scattered!

A stern voice kept shouting in her heart, while that nightmare-like scene