Toru Kujyo pulled a small, elegantly designed camera out of nowhere and smiled at Hinata, who was about to enter the arena. "Good luck, Hinata. I'll capture you at your finest." His tone was relaxed, as though this were nothing more than an ordinary sparring match.
Sasuke had yet to catch his breath, and the Cursed Seal on his chest still ached faintly. He glanced at Hinata as she headed toward the stairs, recalling Zaku Abumi's strange attacks, and warned her gravely, "Watch out for the Sound Ninja's weapons and those weird devices on their bodies. Their attacks are bizarre."
Hinata paused and turned back to give everyone a slightly shy but grateful smile. Then she took a deep breath, her gaze gradually growing resolute:
"Right! Thank you, everyone. I'll do my best!" She walked steadily toward the arena in the center of the hall. Her white training clothes complemented her petite figure, and her silky, short dark-blue hair swayed gently with her movements.
Her opponent, the female ninja Kin Tsuchi from Otogakure, also slowly entered the arena. She had a mess of short black hair, heavy makeup on her face, and eyes filled with brutality and contempt. When she saw Hinata Hyuga's fair, delicate skin, refined features, and the serene air that clearly came from a privileged upbringing, intense jealousy and malice flashed through her eyes.
Why? Why did this little brat from Konoha get to be prettier than me, more graceful than me-a pampered young lady at first glance! Meanwhile, I had to struggle to survive in Otogakure, where bloodshed and betrayal were everywhere!
A vicious grin spread across Kin Tsuchi's face, and her fingers unconsciously reached for the fine steel wires wrapped around her waist and the senbon hidden in her sleeves. She had already made up