Meanwhile, after a day of training, Hyuga Suzune followed her usual routine of greeting her father.
"Father, I've completed today's training," she said, kneeling respectfully on the floor, not a hint of sloppiness in her posture.
The Hyuga elder glanced at his daughter, clearly satisfied with her discipline and dedication.
"Very good," He said with a nod. "Starting tomorrow, you'll pause your training. I've arranged for you to join the ninja academy as a transfer student."
"A transfer student?"
Suzune looked at her father in surprise.
She'd spent her entire life training within the Hyuga compound, never once setting foot in the academy.
Now, she was suddenly being sent there as a transfer student?
And it had all been arranged without her knowing?
Sensing her confusion, the elder spoke calmly, "This is the clan head's decision. Your jonin instructor will be one of the village's most talented shinobi."
"Yes, Father."
As a member of the Hyuga clan, Suzune had little choice in the matter. She had no real say in her own future.
Whether it was her training, her development, or even her future marriage-it would all be dictated by the clan, even though she was part of the main branch.
Not every Hyuga was lucky enough to be born as Hinata, with a father determined to change the clan's future after being inspired by his brother.
And not every Hyuga would meet someone like Naruto Uzumaki, a future Hokage who could reshape their world.
If not for certain factors, Hinata Hyuga would've long been arranged for by the Hyuga clan, just like clockwork.
A glance at the Hyuga family history shows that ever since Konoha was founded, there hasn't been a single instance of a Hyuga main family member marrying outside the clan.
"Whatever, I'll just deal with it," Xin sighed.
After soaking in the hot springs and returning home to change into clean clothes, he decided to grab a quick bowl of ramen to tide himself over.
With Kushina not around, Minato and Nawaki off at the Land of Rivers frontlines, and Mikoto Uchiha busy with her duties at the police force, Xin found himself feeling a bit... bored.
"Hey old man, two bowls of veggie ramen, please," Xin called out.
"I'm not an old man!"
Teuchi's son, who had taken over the family ramen business, wasn't much older than Xin, but his ramen-making skills far surpassed his father's.
Every time Xin called him "old man," Teuchi's son, who had inherited the same name, felt an overwhelming urge to chuck a rolling pin at his head.
This kid always had a way of riling people up.
He may look a little older than my age, but is that really a reason to call me "old man"? I'm only three years older than you!
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