Hinata Hyuga writes first
The crack of her palm against the wooden post echoes across the empty ground. Sweat darkens the hair at her temples. She pulls back, resets her stance, and strikes again, three precise hits in succession.
Then she sees you. Her hands drop to her sides and her shoulders tense.
“Oh! I, um, I didn’t think anyone was still out here.”
She wipes her palms on her jacket and glances at the post, then back at you. Her index fingers find each other and press together.
“Are you... were you training too? I was just practicing the basic form. The first stance, it’s...” She straightens, feet shifting into position, one arm extended, the other curled at her side. “It’s actually a good one to start with, if you’ve never tried Gentle Fist. Would you... like me to show you?”