Hinata Feiyu felt a fire of frustration boiling inside him. Hearing Uchiha Hui's cold words was the final straw. Unable to control himself any longer, he shot up from his seat and shouted, "What did you just say, Uchiha?!"
A sweet-looking girl nearby pulled her eyelids with her fingers and stuck her tongue out at Feiyu, mocking him. "Did Hui-kun say anything wrong? When someone tries to pull a prank and it backfires, that's pretty stupid, isn't it?"
She then turned to Uchiha Hui, her eyes sparkling with admiration. "Isn't that right, Hui-kun?"
Hui, uninterested in dealing with this fool, ignored the interaction. He had more important things to focus on. In a month, he planned to apply to skip ahead to the graduation class. His physical strength had already improved significantly, and his skill in ninja tools was far superior to anyone in his class. He was already outgrowing them.
"Uchiha Hui!" Feiyu screamed, his face contorted in anger. His white eyes seemed on the verge of popping out of his head. It was already humiliating to be bested by a member of the Uchiha clan, but being ridiculed by a civilian made it unbearable.
Clenching his teeth, Feiyu growled, "Do you dare to fight me?!"
Hui didn't even bother responding. Instead, he walked toward the classroom door, uninterested in the childish challenge. His mind was already on finding a quiet corner to practice his hand seals or refine his chakra. "Boring," he muttered, leaving behind a single dismissive word.
As Hui exited, the girls in the class began to chatter excitedly.
"Hui-kun is so cool!"
"Did you see that? Feiyu looks like a total clown."
"Yeah, Hui didn't even acknowledge him! He completely humiliated himself!"
These comments made Feiyu's blood boil. In a fit of rage, he couldn't hold back any longer. He launched himself at Hui, who was facing away, fist raised in a reckless charge. Although Feiyu had yet to master the Hyuga clan's signature techniques, his basic hand-to-hand skills were still formidable.
Hui sensed the rush of wind at his back, followed by the sound of quick footsteps. His eyes flashed with cold resolve. Instinctively, he shifted his weight to his left heel, spinning to the side just as Feiyu's punch sailed past his neck.
Without missing a beat, Hui leaned forward to let the attack pass him entirely, and with the momentum of his pivot, he swung his right leg in a powerful, sweeping kick. It was the upper kick of the Konoha Whirlwind, infused with chakra.
"Boom!"
The impact was explosive. Feiyu flew backward like a ragdoll, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief. He hit the classroom wall with a dull thud and collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath.
Hui calmly walked over to where Feiyu lay, placing one hand against the wall. Looking down at him with an expression of pure impatience, Hui spoke in an icy tone, "Don't bother me again."
Feiyu trembled beneath Hui's gaze, feeling an overwhelming sense of dread. In that moment, Uchiha Hui seemed like a fearsome beast from some ancient wilderness. Feiyu's body shook uncontrollably as he nodded in terror, desperate to escape Hui's wrath.
Having dealt with Feiyu, Hui turned his focus back to training. He had expected Feiyu to cause more trouble, but the swift conclusion to their conflict made things simpler. Now, he could concentrate on what really mattered—his growth.
The practice of increasing hand-seal speed required significant focus, and Hui was determined to improve. He also aimed to refine chakra at the same time, hoping to maximize his training efficiency. Though his break time was short, and moving to and from secluded spots took up time, he still managed to squeeze in five minutes of training. Fortunately, during class, he could refine his chakra without anyone noticing. Even if he missed something in a lecture, he could always borrow notes from one of the studious girls who wrote down everything the teacher said.
When Feiyu returned to the classroom, he gave Hui a timid glance before sitting down quietly, far more subdued than before. Hui found this strange. He had only told Feiyu not to bother him again—he hadn't even threatened him—so Feiyu's total change in demeanor was puzzling.
Still, it wasn't something worth dwelling on. Hui pondered it for a moment but ultimately dismissed it from his mind.
Since his Sharingan allowed him to copy ninjutsu, Hui always paid attention during his training runs, hoping to catch someone performing a technique he could learn. He even carried a pair of sunglasses, intending to wear them to hide his eyes while observing others. However, so far, he hadn't encountered anyone practicing ninjutsu in the village. It seemed he'd have to wait until the battlefield for more opportunities.
Lost in thought about his future, Hui continued to practice his hand seals while running forward, not paying attention to his surroundings. Normally, passersby would step aside.
Boom!
Suddenly, Hui collided with something—or rather, someone. He staggered back a few steps and looked up, his face expressionless, as he studied the figure blocking his path.
His eyes narrowed. The white eyes, the upturned nose, and the familiar aura of arrogance—it was unmistakable. Another member of the Hyuga clan stood before him.