Finally!! Forbidden Style 1200—Yamata-no-Orochi!!)
Forbidden Technique: Yamata-no-Orochi
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"Eh? Hinata… what's going on?"
Naruto instinctively widened his eyes. Most people saw him as just a loud, clueless idiot, but as someone who had grown up constantly exposed to malice and rejection, he was extremely sensitive to dangerous emotions. And right now, what he sensed from Hinata was a nearly uncontainable hostility.
"The ronin killed in the capital last night… don't tell me…"
Sasuke sensed it too. As someone from the resented and envied Uchiha clan, he was no less perceptive than Naruto—and with his sharper thinking, he immediately linked Hinata's earlier mention of that incident to the white-eyed girl standing before them now.
"Hehehe…"
Hinata gave a dangerous smile and slowly raised her hands. Her Sacred Fist gauntlets gleamed with an eerie black-red sheen—the kind of color that only appeared when blood had been scorched and soaked into metal.
Swordsmiths often said that blades soaked in too much blood would become cursed weapons. While it might sound superstitious, it did explain the strange aura that some weapons exuded—almost as if the spirits of the dead had latched onto them, turning the weapons into malevolent tools of wrath.
And now, Hinata's gauntlets radiated a murderous energy completely different from before. It was hard to describe, but anyone with experience could instantly tell—they had truly tasted blood.
"Hey! What the hell are you punks doing sneaking around over there?! Don't you know this is Lord Gato's warehouse?!"
Right then, their presence drew the attention of the ronin guarding the depot. The leader, foul-mouthed and swaggering over, was so used to running wild in the Land of Waves that he didn't even bother to size up the trio of "kids" before him.
"H-Hinata… are you really going to…"
Naruto instinctively stepped back, his blue eyes narrowing in fear. But the white-eyed girl only gave a sharp, vicious smile before turning on her heel. In a burst of explosive speed, her graceful figure shot forward like an arrow. Before the lead ronin even sensed the danger, searing pain exploded from his chest and spread through his whole body.
"Guhhhh—!"
Mouth agape, the man dropped like a felled log from Hinata's strike to his chest. The other ronin were stunned, then erupted in fury. In the Land of Waves, they were used to doing the bullying—no one had ever dared attack them. Enraged, they all grabbed their weapons and charged.
"Pay close attention. Real training materials like this don't come along often."
Taking a breath and slipping into a fighting stance, Hinata spoke calmly to Sasuke and Naruto behind her. Then her figure vanished, darting straight into the oncoming swarm of ronin.
A chorus of screams and cries followed as Hinata tore through the disorganized mob. She didn't even bother with fancy moves—just a single precise hit for each one: crippling an arm by striking the Yunmen point, knocking someone out by hitting the Chongmen, or rendering them unconscious by attacking the Shanzhong or Qihai points.
"Each one… with just a single strike…"
Sasuke instinctively activated his Sharingan. What he saw was crystal clear—Hinata wasn't wasting a single movement. Most of her effort went into dodging and weaving through the mob, but every casual strike was enough to take a ronin down.
Though ronin weren't on the same level as shinobi, they were still warriors trained in chakra. With enhanced strength and durability, a single blade strike from one of them could still be deadly.
Fighting one person was vastly different from fighting a crowd. Even if Hinata had jōnin-level destructive power, that didn't mean she could effortlessly handle a group. This wasn't some splash-damage fantasy move—without area attacks, each enemy still had to be handled individually.
That's why, unless one was a truly elite ninja, even chūnin had to be cautious around a large group of ronin. To knock down each one with a single blow… that level of taijutsu could only belong to an elite jōnin.
Otherwise, Naruto's "spam Shadow Clones and charge" tactic wouldn't have been so effective in the early arcs.
But Hinata's current technique was clearly designed for overwhelming multiple foes. The ronin couldn't even touch the hem of her clothes before being dropped, one after another, never getting back up.
And Hinata was definitely enjoying this one-sided slaughter.
Her taijutsu had always been strong for a genin, and she'd developed specific moves like Wild Fang and Solo Execution for support. But something had always felt missing—some kind of core essence.
Now, with a style specifically built to target eight key acupoints of the human body, she finally felt she'd completed her combat philosophy.
Having techniques and power meant nothing without specific targets on the enemy. But once you could combine technique with the purpose of attacking vital points, the fog of uncertainty cleared—every move had direction.
If there were many enemies, strike one or two of the eight points. If there were few, chain together strikes to hit all eight, executing the full set.
This wasn't just a technique—it was a true taijutsu ultimate art, a battle strategy that shaped an entire approach to combat.
Its name—
Yamata-no-Orochi!!
Dropping her left elbow into the Qihai point of a ronin's abdomen, Hinata grinned as the man's eyes rolled back and he collapsed. Her right fist darted upward, slamming into another's ribcage at the Zhangmen point, sending him reeling, clutching his side in agony. Her strikes weren't even particularly strong—but they hit weak points that made them devastating.
The lighter her blows, the faster and more fluid her movement. Sure, she could kill these ronin without using Yamata-no-Orochi, but that would require far more caution—one wrong move, and she could be injured herself.
"One, two… twelve of them… all down in a blink…"
Naruto counted the collapsed ronin on the ground, swallowing hard. He'd known Hinata was strong, but this—taking down twelve men alone in mere moments without a scratch—was beyond impressive. It was terrifying.
"So this is the new ultimate technique she mentioned."
Sasuke's two-tomoe Sharingan slowly spun. Unlike Naruto, he wasn't focused on the visuals—he was analyzing the deeper essence of what made Hinata's strikes so lethal.
"This is the new ultimate art I've mastered. Its name is—Yamata-no-Orochi."
With one foot on a ronin's head, Hinata looked down, her white eyes full of pride and unflinching cruelty. No, she hadn't killed these men—otherwise they wouldn't be lying around groaning like this.
But considering Naruto and Sasuke's age and mindset, neither was ready to kill without hesitation. So Hinata had opted for a gentler method.
After all, if she wanted to use these two main characters from the original story, she needed to raise them—like pets—nurturing their growth exactly as she planned.
"That was amazing!! Hinata!! Will you teach me?!"
Naruto practically bounced over, eyes sparkling like stars. His entire vibe screamed "excited puppy," and if he'd had a tail, it'd be wagging furiously.
"You think I worked this hard to develop an ultimate technique for some idiot who can't even learn it? If you can't master this, Naruto, you may as well keep wearing a skirt for the rest of your life."
Tossing back a lock of hair, Hinata's playful tone made Naruto shudder instinctively. He knew full well—Hinata never joked when she said things like that.
"Heh~ That may be, but isn't this all just your way of getting stronger? After all, you hold the entire Sacred Fist manual—you get to pick whatever techniques you want to learn."
Arms crossed, Sasuke gave a scoff. As an Uchiha, he wasn't about to admit defeat, not even verbally. "So basically, you're choosing the ones that suit your capabilities. That's fine—whatever you can learn, I can learn too."
"Yeah! Me too!" Naruto chimed in, eager not to be left behind.
Hinata gave a cold little laugh.
"Good. With that kind of fighting spirit, I'm satisfied."
"After all, this technique is classified as forbidden. Once you start training it…"
"Stopping won't be so easy~"
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Hangovers are never pleasant—not even for Kakashi. When he rubbed his forehead, feeling like his brain had detached from his skull, and stumbled out of bed, the white-haired jonin was startled to find it was already the next morning.
"Damn it… what the hell…"
Groaning at the pain in his head, Kakashi got dressed and wobbled down the stairs. What he saw next made him stop in his tracks, thoroughly puzzled.
"Ah, good morning, Kakashi-sensei~"