[Naruto fanfic, male protagonist, Hinata's beginning, Warring States Period]
"You all seem to think that things like white eyes are tasteless to eat and a pity to throw away."
Hinata Hikaru stood on a high place, looking down at the giant wooden figure that was broken into pieces at his feet.
"Whether it's the main family or the branch family, Hinata is the only one who is weak."
He stared at the pair of rapidly rotating kaleidoscopes, his eyes a little more pitiful.
"But you're using the Sharingan."
Senju Hashirama, who had just been knocked away, stood up, swept the dust off his body, and his eyes twitched a few times.
"But haven't you seen my hard work and sweat?"
Hyuga Hikari stands on the earth, the reincarnation of Ashura, the scolder.
"I'm afraid even you will be far surpassed by me."
He turned around and looked at the moon.
"So, hide behind me."
"Cricket Otsutsuki, who do you think I am! Rush over to me!"
