[center][color=Gainsboro][h2]Dio Hyuga[/h2][/color]

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Four men of eerily similar continence stood before one another in the silence of a glade, the soundless void harkening to the tension in the air. Each watched one another with unbiased contempt, their snow-white eyes unforgiving, always watching and constantly waiting. A light breeze touched the leaves and they danced in the spring air, twisting and twirling until a single, bright green leaf touched down ever so gently in the center.

In that frozen second between stand off and settling leaf, temples bulged from a single ninja’s eyes, setting everything in motion. Gripping a Kunai tightly, Dio narrowed his activated eyes as three clones sprinted towards him, their stance low to the ground. With his Byakugan, he could observe the little chakra that shaped the clones’ bodies; doppelgangers were inadequate sparing partners, but he would have to make due. With the flick of his wrist, his Kunai leapt from his grasp, sinking deep into a clone’s chest, causing it transform back into water.

A second clone attempted to bite him with a left hook, but with elite speed he leaned back on the balls of his feet, allowing the fist to sail past him before throwing a quick, precise thrust of his right palm into the clones’ gut, forcibly inserting his chakra and dispatching it. Before he could breath, he ducked low, a roundhouse kick brushed over the top of his head, nothing escaped his vision. Twisting his torso, he swept the leg of clone and shoved two fingers into its ribs, inserting a burst of chakra before releasing another from the palm of his right hand, liquefying the last clone.

Letting out a long since held breath, Dio deactivating his Byakugan and rose from his crouching position. Sparing never fled far from his mind, as each and every moment of his free time was spent training to better himself, to better the Hyuga; as was such, the Training Ground became his “home away from home” when he wasn’t out on a mission.

While many may have found that unusual, Dio’s pragmatic ideologies and values, while finding truth in their opinions, simply did not care. While he lacked the motivation to become Hokage or unify the Leaf, he found himself addicted to mastering and evolving the techniques pounded into his psyche as a child. As is such, he found himself where he was today, a chūnin on a team with the Villages greatest and strongest Ninja, Mōri Mawari, also known as Lady Hokage. 

Producing a white rag from his jacket pocket, he wiped what little sweat dribbled on his forehead. Many had their own opinions about Team Konoha; it was the coming together of Konohagakure’s head clans, a peace offering, a display of dominance. To Dio, it meant little. While the opportunity to train with the Hokage sounded splendid, he found himself doubting Lady Mawari’s ability to lead a Team and a village at the same time. Only time would tell if she was up to the task, reining in the Sarutobi would be no easy feat, especially since their willpower was a confounded nuisance. A small smirk danced its way onto his face; the Hyuga’s prodigious hubris was no different. 

As was such, he next plan of action was return to the Branch Home, which meant dealing with the ramblings of his father against the Hokage’s forward advances. Fortunatly, the idea of meeting with the Hokage herself posed itself as a viable option and Dio stuck with it, making headway for the Hokage Residence.