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Chapter 216 Naruto meets Hanabi?!
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Clang.
The sound of Hinata's footsteps echoed in the strangely familiar hallway.
The steel walls, flickering lights, and the same oppressive air from the hideout where she and Naruto had once faced Guren's squad. But something was wrong. The metal under her sandals was slick. She looked down.
Blood.
Dark, thick, and wet, pooling in unnatural patterns. It oozed from the walls like the building itself was bleeding, running in rivulets down cracked bulkheads, soaking into the seams between every tile. The lights buzzed overhead, flickering erratically. Each flicker seemed to swallow sound, plunging her momentarily into deafening silence before the buzz returned like a scream. Her heart pounded with an unnatural rhythm. Something was not right with the air.
Then she heard it.
Thud.
A single, echoing sound. Like iron boots striking steel.
She spun toward it.
Naruto stood at the far end of the corridor. He was clad head to toe in the Steel Set.
"...Naruto kun?"
He did not respond.
Instead, his armor began to vibrate, slowly at first, then faster. The sound it made was not just metallic. It was alive, a low, throbbing hum like a scream held in the back of the throat.
And then he charged.
The hallway seemed to bend around him. She blinked, and he was already halfway down the corridor. Too fast.
She stepped back, too slow.
A breath.
A blink.
Impact.
Iron met flesh. Bone shattered. Hinata did not even have time to cry out. Her ribs cracked. Her spine folded. She felt every inch of her body implode, compressed into pulp beneath a force so absolute it felt divine. And just like that, she was gone.
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She woke with a choked gasp.
Her body jerked upright before she could stop it, breath coming fast and shallow. The world spun violently, the ceiling above her blurring and snapping back into focus like a poorly tuned lens. Her mouth was dry, her limbs heavy, every sensation lagging behind her thoughts.
Where…?
She tried to speak. Nothing came out.
A gentle pressure touched her lips.
She drank instinctively, water spilling into her mouth and down her throat, easing the burning dryness. It tasted so, so sweet.
Slowly, her senses returned. She was in her room. Her father sat beside the bed.
"Hinata," Hiashi said quietly, "you're safe. That was only a dream."
She blinked, throat working as she tried again. "I… that was a dream?"
"What did you see?"
"It didn't feel real. My body still aches, but it's… distant. Like everything's delayed."
"That's the aftershock of overtaxing your chakra system," Hiashi said. "You pushed yourself far beyond what most shinobi could tolerate."
Hinata did not reply. She stared at the ceiling, caught somewhere between memory and the present, fragments of the spar still echoing through her muscles.
Hiashi shifted slightly in his seat. "While you were unconscious," he said after a moment, his tone softer, "you were restless. Tossing. You kept saying a name."
"I don't remember."
"Is that the truth?"
"Sort of… I think it was a nightmare. Or maybe a memory twisted into one. It's all fog."
"Naruto kun. That's what you kept calling out."
She sank deeper into her bed. Then, in a small, embarrassed whisper, "…Oh."
Seeing his daughter blushing, the man decided to change the topic. "What exactly is that item?"
Hinata followed his eyes and raised her hand slightly, letting the hornet ring catch the light.
"I don't really know. Naruto kun gave it to me. He said it would make my Gentle Fist stronger."
"It did more than that," Hiashi replied.
She looked at him, confused.
"During the Sixty Four Palms," he continued calmly, "you used elemental manipulation. Fire chakra and Lightning Chakra in each hand."
Hinata stared at him, stunned.
The Gentle Fist was considered a peerless martial art. It inflicted internal damage by striking the body's Chakra Pathway System, injuring organs that were closely intertwined with the network itself. To accomplish this, the user surgically injected their own chakra into an opponent's pathways, disrupting the flow and damaging nearby organs through proximity alone. Even the lightest touch could cause devastating harm, which was why the style earned the name gentle fist.
Among the Hyūga main branch, there existed an unspoken evolution of this art.
By altering one's chakra into an elemental form before injection, the Gentle Fist could attack the internal organs directly with elemental chakra. And elemental chakra was far more destructive than ordinary chakra. Wind chakra could shred organs from the inside. Lightning could paralyze and burn the internal system of the human body. Earth could crush. Water could rupture. Fire could liquefy tissue outright.
This forbidden variant was known within the clan as the Death Fist.
A forbidden martial art.
The reason was simple. The level of control and shape manipulation required to send elemental chakra into another person's body was staggering. But worse, it was a double edged sword. Elemental chakra at such a level damaged the user's own chakra network as it passed through. Over time, repeated use would cripple the practitioner from the inside out.
Hinata stared at her numb hands. "How bad is it?"
"The chakra network around your hands is severely weakened," Hiashi said. "I strongly advise you not to use chakra or perform any jutsu for at least a month."
He placed his hand over hers.
A faint green glow bloomed from his palm, warm and steady, seeping into her damaged pathways. The ache dulled almost immediately.
He was healing her.
"You… know medical ninjutsu?"
Hiashi nodded slightly, still looking at her pale face. "After what happened to your mother… I decided to learn. I swore I'd never be helpless again."
That stunned her more than anything. The Hiashi she had known all her life had learned something as gentle as healing?
"Why… why did you push yourself so far?"
"I already told you… I've changed."
Hiashi did not blink. "I know. That was obvious the moment I saw you take a stance without hesitation. But this…"
He gestured to her body.
"This wasn't change. This was self destruction. You burned your chakra to the brink of collapse. You fought beyond your body's limits. Was that really necessary? Was that what you thought I needed to see?"
"I needed you to understand."
"Understand what?"
"That I'm not weak anymore. That if I ever stood in front of the clan and said I wanted to change things… I wanted you beside me. Not across from me."
Hiashi's brow furrowed.
"I knew it wouldn't be easy. The elders will never accept a Hyūga who questions the system. I'll be called a disgrace. I might even lose my position as heir. But…"
Hinata looked up at him, eyes rimmed with exhaustion and sincerity.
"If I can't make you believe in me, then no one will. So I fought, not just to prove my skill, but to prove my heart."
Hiashi looked down at their hands, his own trembling now, barely noticeable, but it was there.
"I didn't know," he said finally, voice low. "That you thought you needed to nearly die for me to be proud."
Silence.
He closed his eyes. "I failed you."
"You didn't," Hinata said.
"I did," he insisted. "I raised you thinking fear and strictness would carve strength into you. But what I carved was doubt. You believed you had to shatter yourself just to earn your father's support."
His hand tightened around hers, just slightly. "And yet, even after all I did… you still wanted me beside you."
"I still do."
Hiashi swallowed the lump in his throat.
"Then you'll have me."
Hinata blinked.
"I don't know what you saw on that mission. I don't know what happened that changed you so completely. But I see you now, Hinata. Not the timid child. Not the uncertain heir. I see a woman who's trying to carry the weight of her clan on her back, and doing it with grace even if it breaks her."
His voice almost cracked.
"I will walk beside you. As the clan head. As your… father. And as someone who believes in your dream."
Hinata gave a small smile.
"Thank you… Father."
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A few minutes passed before Hinata finally began to feel her hands again. The numbness receded slowly, replaced by a dull ache that reminded her just how close she'd come to breaking herself.
"Hinata… do you know there is a legend that the Uchiha and Senju clans descended from a single ancestor?"
"No," Hinata said honestly. The idea stunned her. Two of the strongest clans in history, rivals to the core, sharing blood felt almost impossible.
"It is said," Hiashi continued, "that both lineages inherited power from the Sage of Six Paths. The Uchiha inherited his eyes. The Senju inherited his body."
Hinata felt her thoughts stutter. The Sage of Six Paths was supposed to be a myth. A bedtime story. A figure spoken of in half-remembered legends. And yet her father spoke of him as fact.
Hiashi did not pause.
"There is another legend. One less known. Two other lineages inherited the power of a different sage."
"A… different sage?"
"The Sage of the Moon," Hiashi replied.
Hinata drew in a sharp breath.
That name was from a story her grandma once told her.
They were told that long ago, a pale-eyed man climbed to the moon after saving the world from a great calamity. He chose exile so the earth could remain at peace, watching silently from above to ensure no one repeated the same mistakes. The elders said he could see everything. Every act of defiance. Every broken promise. And that when children disobeyed their parents or brought shame to the clan, the Moon Sage would turn his gaze away, disappointed, and his protection would weaken.
So Hyūga children were taught to obey, endure and carry their duties quietly.
Because the man on the moon was always watching.
Hiashi continued, his voice steady.
"Two clans inherited the power of the Sage of the Moon. The body was inherited by the Kaguya clan. The eyes were inherited by the Hyūga."
"The… Kaguya clan?"
"They no longer exist," Hiashi said. "They were a savage people. Battle-hungry. They sought combat not for survival or duty, but for the thrill of it. When they attacked Kirigakure to prove their strength, they were surrounded and outmatched."
His voice hardened slightly. "Even then, they refused to retreat. They fought until the last of them fell, laughing in blood and ruin."
Hinata shuddered.
"A small number of them," Hiashi added, "possessed a kekkei genkai that allowed them to manipulate their own bone structure. Blades. Spears. Armor. Their bodies became weapons."
Hinata raised a trembling hand to her eyes. "Then… are these two sages related?"
"Yes. They were brothers."
The room fell silent.
Hinata's mind felt frozen, overwhelmed by the weight of it all.
Hiashi waited.
When no question came, he turned and began to leave.
"Father," Hinata called out suddenly. "Why didn't I ever hear about this?" She swallowed. "If this were common knowledge… the main branch would use it. They would boast about being descendants of gods."
Hiashi stopped at the doorway.
Without turning around, he said calmly, "Everyone who knew this information was killed by me."
He stepped out, leaving Hinata alone.
She sat there in silence, hands resting in her lap, her world irrevocably changed.
She finally had answers on her new eyes. And somehow, that only left her with far more questions.
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The next few days of Hinata's life were strange, to say the least.
The atmosphere within the Hyūga compound shifted almost overnight. After the Third Hokage publicly confirmed Naruto's lineage, the clan's attitude subtly but unmistakably changed. Members of the main family who had barely acknowledged Hinata before suddenly smiled at her in passing. Children around her age began inviting her to small gatherings and training sessions. Even the elders, who had once spoken of her only in disappointed murmurs, now regarded her with something close to approval, offering personal instruction and guidance.
Hinata declined them all politely, citing her recovery.
But in the midst of all that attention, one person was quietly overlooked.
Hanabi Hyūga.
Once the favored heir, the child the clan had pinned its expectations on, Hanabi was suddenly invisible. Adults who once hovered now passed her by. Training sessions were canceled or postponed. Praise vanished, replaced with silence.
Hinata saw it immediately.
She saw the way Hanabi stood a little straighter than she needed to, pretending not to notice. The way she trained alone longer than usual. The way she swallowed her confusion and kept her expression composed, even as the world she understood began to break.
Hinata couldn't stand it.
"Hanabi," she said one afternoon. "Are you free?"
Hanabi blinked, clearly startled by the question.
Hinata smiled and reached out, taking her hand without waiting for an answer. "Well, let's go."
Before Hanabi could protest, she was being gently but firmly tugged along, out of the compound gates and into the village beyond.
It was Hanabi's first time simply… wandering.
They walked through streets she'd only ever seen from carriage windows. Hinata bought her dango from a street stall and laughed when Hanabi nearly burned her tongue. They stopped to watch craftsmen at work, listened to street performers, and sat on a bench overlooking the river while Hinata told her stories about missions and friends and things that had nothing to do with clan duty.
With Hanabi relaxed, Hinata took her to a small clothing shop near the market district. Hinata picked out an outfit herself, ignoring Hanabi's initial protests. When they left, Hanabi looked nothing like the rigid little heiress she'd been molded into.
She wore a loose white short sleeve top that slipped casually off one shoulder, revealing a dark sleeveless underlayer beneath it. The shirt hung long and relaxed, comfortable instead of formal. Dark fitted leggings covered her legs, paired with simple ankle high shoes that blended into the fabric. Her sneakers were warm tan, with black laces and clean white soles, practical and unmistakably ordinary.
"Where are we going?"
"To Ichiraku Ramen," Hinata replied as they turned the corner and immediately walked into chaos.
A pair of genin guards stood stiffly in front of Ichiraku's entrance while three academy students argued loudly in front of them.
"What do you mean I can't eat here?" Konohamaru yelled. "My boss eats here all the time!"
"I don't care who your boss is," one of the guards replied flatly. "No reservation, no entry."
The reason was simple. Because Naruto's lineage had become the worst kept secret in Konoha, Ichiraku had turned into a magnet. Nobles, shinobi, and opportunists all flocked to the tiny ramen stand hoping to catch a glimpse of Naruto Uzumaki. It had gotten so bad that Teuchi was forced to limit access, turning the place into a reservation only shop with prices that made even jōnin wince.
Unfortunately, none of this meant anything to Konohamaru and his friends, who just wanted ramen.
"You've done it now," Konohamaru declared, striking a dramatic pose. "I was saving this jutsu to show Boss Naruto, but you've left me no choice!"
The genin guards stiffened, one of them raising a kunai. "Kid, don't—"
"Ninja Art! Sexy Jutsu!"
Smoke exploded outward.
Konohamaru transformed into a beautiful woman, with special attention given to the woman's figure, breasts, and waist, that immediately collapsed as the smoke cleared unevenly. The effect was less impressive than Konohamaru had clearly imagined.
Everyone nearby sweatdropped.
"Oh god," Ayame muttered as she stepped out of the shop. "When did Naruto teach someone else that cursed jutsu?"
Konohamaru puffed up proudly. "Boss Naruto didn't teach me! I heard about it from Iruka sensei and figured it out myself. When I show it to him, he'll totally take me as his disciple and help me become Hokage!"
Udon and Moegi cheered enthusiastically.
Ayame immediately reached out and twisted Konohamaru's ear. "I'm sure Naruto would love to hear how you're causing trouble for everyone."
"Mercy! Mercy!" Konohamaru begged.
Ayame sighed and finally noticed the two Hyūga sisters watching from nearby. She squinted at Hinata, then smirked. "Hey. You're that girl who used to stalk…"
Hinata nearly combusted. She gently clapped a hand over Ayame's mouth and whispered urgently, "Please, Ayame san."
Ayame laughed and peeled Hinata's hand away. "Relax, I'm teasing." She glanced between the sisters. "Why don't you come inside? I heard from Ino you were part of the mission Naruto went on."
Hinata nodded.
Konohamaru immediately perked up. "What about us?" he asked, deploying his most practiced puppy dog eyes. Udon and Moegi copied him instantly.
"Fine. You brats too."
Konohamaru cheered like he'd just won a war as they were herded inside at last.
The inside of Ichiraku Ramen looked exactly the same as it always had.
Same narrow counters. Same worn stools. Same comforting smell of broth simmering in the back. A few customers sat quietly, eating without paying much attention to the newcomers.
Hinata exhaled without realizing she'd been holding her breath.
"So," she said softly, taking a seat, "how's business been?"
Ayame snorted as she leaned against the counter. "Busy. Way too busy. Ever since Naruto's lineage got out, we've had people crawling out of the woodwork because Naruto eats here."
She clicked her tongue. "Most of them just want to meet him."
"You know, you could've used that attention to expand. A full restaurant. Lots of places are already slapping the Fourth Hokage's name on everything they sell."
Ayame shook her head immediately. "Not our style. Dad and I are just a ramen stand. Naruto's not a brand. He's a regular and a friend." Her expression softened for a moment. "Using him, or his father, to make money just felt wrong."
Hinata smiled faintly and gestured for Hanabi to sit with Konohamaru, Moegi, and Udon. Hanabi hesitated, fingers tightening around her sleeves, but Konohamaru immediately waved her over.
"Hey! You can sit here! We're talking about which ramen's the best."
Moegi beamed. "It's miso."
"No, it's pork bone!" Konohamaru shot back.
Udon adjusted his goggles. "I think they're all good."
Hanabi blinked, then slowly sat down.
She needs friends her own age, Hinata thought, watching the awkward but earnest introductions.
She turned back to the menu and promptly froze.
The prices were… not what she remembered.
Ayame noticed instantly and slid a different menu in front of her. "Don't worry about that. Since you're Naruto's friend, you're paying the old prices."
Hinata let out a quiet sigh of relief and nodded. "Thank you."
Across the counter, Konohamaru, Moegi, and Udon were staring at their menus like they'd just seen a forbidden scroll.
Hanabi, meanwhile, barely glanced at it. "I'll have soba noodles," she said calmly.
Hinata glanced at her, surprised. Growing up in high society had clearly warped Hanabi's sense of what was normal. The prices meant nothing to her, while the others looked like they were mentally calculating their life savings.
"You three can order whatever you want," Hinata said gently. "I'll pay."
The three academy students stared at her like she'd descended from the heavens.
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Half an hour later, Hinata leaned back slightly, rubbing her stomach. An impressive number of empty bowls sat stacked as she left the ramen shop.
She looked over at Hanabi, who had been quiet for most of the meal and did not eat a lot.
"So," Hinata asked softly, "did you have fun today?"
Hanabi nodded.
"Did you make friends with Konohamaru and the others?"
"I guess," Hanabi said after a moment. "At least… acquaintances. That'll be useful when I'm sent to the Academy."
"What?"
Hanabi looked at her, confused. "You know I'll have to go eventually, right? With you being the favored heiress now, it's only a matter of time before I'm placed with the branch family and start training at the Academy."
Hinata froze.
She knelt down in front of her sister, hands resting on Hanabi's knees. "Hanabi. Listen to me."
"I know. I should be proud of the curse mark."
The words hit Hinata like a slap.
Her hands tightened instantly, gripping the sides of Hanabi's sleeves as her voice sharpened in a way Hanabi had never heard before. "Hanabi. Who told you the curse mark is something to be proud of?"
Hanabi flinched.
"…Grandfather," she whispered. Fear flickered across her face. She had never seen Hinata look like this before.
Hinata had never held a good impression of her grandfather.
He was a man who placed the clan above all else. Once the clan head, now the most influential voice on the elder council, he carried himself like the traditions themselves answered to him.
And he had always favored Hanabi.
What that favoritism looked like had taken Hinata years to understand.
"What did he say?" Hinata asked quietly.
Hanabi hesitated, fingers twisting together. "He said… the branch house has it easier than most people in the Elemental Nations." Her voice wavered. "That they should be grateful. That serving the main family is an honor, and I should be proud if I'm ever chosen for it."
Hinata took a deep breath and spoke, carefully, deliberately. "The honest answer is yes and no. And it depends on what part of life you're looking at."
Hanabi looked up, confused but listening.
"Yes, in the sense that being born into the Hyūga branch family already puts someone above most people in the world. They belong to one of Konoha's most powerful clans. They're fed. Protected. Trained from childhood. The Byakugan alone gives them opportunities most shinobi will never even dream of."
Hinata softened her voice. "Compared to civilians who struggle to eat, or orphans raised by war, or low level ninja from minor villages… the branch family lives a safer, more stable life. That part is true."
Hanabi nodded slowly.
"But that's where it stops being simple."
The older sister knelt so they were eye to eye.
"The Caged Bird Seal changes everything. No matter how talented a branch member is, no matter how loyal or accomplished, they're never truly free. Their pain can be triggered at a thought. Their death can be ordered if it's convenient. Their body doesn't belong to them."
Hanabi's breathing hitched.
"That kind of control is something most people in the Elemental Nations don't live under. Even people with harder lives still own themselves. The branch family doesn't."
She swallowed. "So yes, they have privilege. But it comes at the cost of autonomy. Of choice. Of freedom. Some people might still choose that over starvation or war. Others wouldn't survive it."
Her voice trembled just slightly. "That… that's what makes our clan so broken."
Hanabi's face crumpled.
"I don't want that," she whispered, tears spilling over. "I don't want to be punished. I don't want to disappear if someone decides I don't matter."
Hinata pulled her into her arms immediately. "It's okay," she murmured, holding her tight. "You don't have to be brave right now."
"I'm scared… I don't wanna mess up… I don't wanna be alone…"
Hinata stroked her hair, rocking her gently, letting her cry as long as she needed.
When Hanabi finally calmed, Hinata leaned back just enough to look her in the eyes. "Listen to me. You don't have to be scared."
Hanabi sniffed. "I don't?"
"No. Your big sister's here to protect you." Hinata smiled softly. "All Hanabi chan has to worry about is making friends, doing her school assignments, and figuring out what she wants. Everything else is on me."
Hanabi stared at her for a second, then hugged her again, harder this time.
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Life was looking good for the two sisters as Hinata and Hanabi grew closer over the weekend. And then came the news that Team 7 had returned to Konoha.
"Hurry up. We do not want to keep your boyfriend waiting."
"He is not my boyfriend," Hinata yelled back, blushing as she brushed down her shirt. "How do I look?"
The seven year old gave her a long, judging look.
Hinata was wearing a black short sleeved T shirt that fit slightly loose. Her bottoms were high waisted white shorts. On her legs, she wore dark ankle socks that contrasted with the light shorts and helped ground the outfit.
She also had a few accessories that completed the look. A black choker style necklace, a longer necklace with a circular pendant, and small hoop earrings.
"Naruto will fall head over heels the moment he sees you," Hanabi said, much to her older sister's embarrassment.
They walked toward Ichiraku Ramen, which was the obvious place Naruto would go the moment he came back.
Hinata turned out to be right.
Seated in front of a mountain sized bowl of ramen was Naruto Uzumaki. He was a lot taller than Hanabi expected, his presence somehow bigger than the room itself.
"Hey there, Hinata," Sakura greeted, scooting over to make space.
Sasuke gave a short wave, while Oscar still floated in a bowl with lukewarm water.
Naruto slurped loudly, then looked up mid chew. "Hey!" he grinned, mouth full of noodles.
A few strands of broth soaked noodles went flying.
Hanabi raised an unimpressed brow, then turned to her sister. "I genuinely do not get it. What do you see in him?"
Hinata ignored her little sister. "Naruto kun… your hair."
"Oh, yeah!" Naruto pushed back a few crimson locks. "What do you think?"
Hinata blushed faintly. "It is… beautiful." Her fingers twitched slightly, as if itching to reach out and touch it.
Stop staring.
"Wait. Weren't you blond? Why dye it red?"
Naruto blinked at Hanabi, confused. "What's with this sassy lost child?"
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Author Note:
Firstly, I want to apologize for the late upload. The delay was honestly just life being life. This past week had me running around nonstop, doing things back to back until I was completely drained. By the time I finally had a moment to sit down, I was too exhausted to think straight, let alone write anything that felt worth posting.
Anyways, let us get into the Q and A.
1. How does the Hornet Ring affect Gentle Fist?
The answer is actually pretty simple if you have played the Dark Souls games.
The Hornet Ring is a ring in Dark Souls and Dark Souls Remastered that once belonged to the Lord's Blade Ciaran. It boosts critical attack damage by about thirty percent, enhancing backstabs and ripostes. It also alters the animation of these attacks when used against humanoid enemies, such as NPCs or other players.
So translating that into my story felt fairly natural.
Gentle Fist already revolves around what would count as critical hits. The Hornet Ring amplifies that impact.
That amplified version is what I am referring to as the Death Fist.
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2. What is the Death Fist?
The Death Fist is not canon. It is my attempt at a logical and dangerous evolution of the Gentle Fist.
At its core, the Gentle Fist works by injecting chakra directly into the chakra pathway system, which runs alongside and through the internal organs. The chakra disrupts or overwhelms the opponent's chakra flow, damaging the surrounding organs in the process. Depending on how precise the strike is, the target's chakra circulation can be destabilized or completely shut down.
We see this clearly during Neji's fight with Hinata in the Chūnin Exams, where her chakra flow is disrupted to the point that she can no longer properly perform Gentle Fist techniques herself.
Now, we also know something important from canon. Chakra can be converted into elemental chakra. That is the foundation of ninjutsu.
So the Death Fist is built on a simple but terrifying question. What happens if you apply elemental chakra through Gentle Fist?
Instead of injecting regular chakra into the chakra network, the user injects elemental chakra directly into the internal organs and pathways. Internal organs are already fragile. Introducing elemental chakra into them is catastrophic. Fire would burn from the inside. Lightning would disrupt nerves and muscle signals. Wind would shred tissue at a microscopic level. Any elemental application would result in near instant death if executed cleanly, because internal organs are really squishy.
That raises the obvious question. If this is possible, why has elemental Gentle Fist never appeared in canon?
To answer that, I looked at another jutsu that attacks the chakra network directly.
The Rasenshuriken.
When the Rasenshuriken detonates, it creates a vortex filled with countless microscopic wind blades. These blades pierce every cell in the target's body, severing them from the chakra circulatory system. The damage is so severe that the victim permanently loses their ability to mold chakra, and even advanced medical ninjutsu cannot repair it.
Naruto himself suffered backlash from this technique when he first used it against Kakuzu. His own chakra network was damaged simply by being too close to the attack.
That became the key limitation for the Death Fist.
The Death Fist is a double edged technique. Yes, it will kill the enemy if it lands properly. But it also damages the user's own chakra network due to the violent elemental feedback traveling through their body. Just like the early Rasenshuriken, it is not something that can be used repeatedly without consequences.
In short, the Death Fist is not a clean upgrade. It is a desperate, lethal evolution of Gentle Fist that trades safety and sustainability for absolute killing power.
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3. Didn't Hinata invent the Twin Lion Fists Jutsu?
The answer is both no and yes, depending on which source you look at.
In the anime filler, it is shown that sometime during Part II, after Hinata learns about Naruto's new technique from Ino, she trains with Neji and develops the Gentle Step Twin Lion Fists. That version strongly implies that Hinata either created or at least pioneered the technique herself.
However, if you go back to the manga, there is no indication that Hinata invented the jutsu at all. On top of that, the Fourth Databook on page 256 explicitly states that the Gentle Step Twin Lion Fists is a high level secret Gentle Fist technique taught only to members of the Hyūga main branch.
Because of that, I chose to go with the latter interpretation. It is a Hyūga clan jutsu, specifically a main branch technique, and that distinction matters. I have some very interesting plans for this technique.
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4. Are the Kaguya clan and the Hyūga clan related?
Canonically, there's no direct confirmation that the Kaguya clan and the Hyūga clan are related. However, considering Kaguya Ōtsutsuki possessed both the Byakugan and the Ash Bone Pulse, it's reasonable to draw a parallel to how the Senju and Uchiha clans inherited different aspects of Hagoromo's power.
I chose to tie the Kaguya and Hyūga clans to Hamura instead of Kaguya herself for a few reasons. First, attributing both clans directly to Kaguya would imply she had a third lineage branch, which complicates things unnecessarily. Second, in canon, Hamura is largely left empty-handed in comparison to Hagoromo, despite being just as important.
So for this fic, I've added a headcanon: Hamura became known as the Sage of the Moon, and from his lineage arose two clans. The Hyūga inherited his eyes, while the Kaguya clan inherited a twisted reflection of his physical power. This mirrors the Senju–Uchiha split.
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That's it… for now.
As always, I want to thank you all for taking the time to read, comment, and follow along with this story. Your feedback means more than you know, and it helps push me to make each chapter bigger, sharper, and more true to the worlds of Naruto and Dark Souls.
Until next time, Praise the Sun.
Adam
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[ Personal Note: First off, thanks a ton to all of you for sticking with this story. Seriously, you guys are awesome. Now, if you're interested in supporting me on P@treon, let me just say that over there, I post these massive 15k-word chapters. But heads up, if you're jumping to P@treon, you'll need to start from Chapter 97, since that's where this chapter lines up with the content there.
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