"Big sister... you're amazing!" Hanabi Hyuga's little mouth formed an O, her eyes shining with admiration. She had never imagined that her sister, who had always been so meek, could unleash such astonishing power.
Hyuga Hiashi's pupils contracted sharply, and his icy expression finally cracked. He stared fixedly at Hinata in the arena, a tidal wave of emotion surging through him.
This power... this supreme control over chakra surpassed even his own! Was this really his "worthless" daughter? This Rotation was no longer the Gentle Fist ultimate technique passed down through generations of the Hyuga Main Family. It was something... beyond that, a "Rotation" that belonged to Hinata alone!
In the VIP seats, a flicker of approval crossed Hiruzen Sarutobi's eyes. He watched Hinata in the arena, stroking his beard thoughtfully.
Beside him, however, a barely concealed gleam of greed and excitement flashed through the serpentine eyes of Orochimaru, who was disguised as the Kazekage.
"So the Hyuga Clan... possesses power like this, too? This Byakugan, this Rotation... how fascinating!" he murmured, his voice carrying a sick obsession with power.
Rotation's chakra vortex lasted several seconds, only slowly subsiding after Temari's Great Sickle Weasel technique had been completely dismantled. As the chakra's glow faded, Hinata Hyuga came into view again.
Her clothes were neat, not even a strand of her hair out of place, as though that devastating storm had never happened.
She was only breathing a little harder, fine beads of sweat on her forehead revealing the enormous strain of that last move. Yet her eyes were firmer and brighter than ever.
Temari had gone deathly pale. She stared at Hinata, her eyes filled not only with shock but also an incredulous sense of defeat. The wide-range Wind Release she took such pride in had been neutralized so easily,