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1-10: The Practice Stage and Hinata

It was yet another seemingly normal day during the practice stage. This time though, a classmate, Alina, was the one who gave the final marks. I managed to get a 10 from her and I felt really proud. On that day, there was only the two of us in the hotel, participating in the practice stage, which made things so much easier.

We had come to have a routine for days like that one. After practice, we would always go change back to our street clothing in the high school locker room (although that meant to go all the way to high school from the hotel, and that meant like four stops, which is ??? weird). We would then magically return to the hotel and take a bus to the train station (but the hotel... is near the train station... in reality...). Then we'd take no. 105 from the train station back home.

On our way from the hotel to the first bus, we'd always cross the boulevard and stop by a park where we'd permanently find two Hinatas running: the regular Hinata from Naruto and the one from Road to Ninja. As they ran, they stopped from time to time to greet each other, as well as to ask other people to go on a walk with them. They seemed to like spending time with us of all people, and as we could never turn down their offer, we would always arrive home rather late. The worst part is having to endure the 2 pm summer heat.

~About the Contents~
Rarity: N
Real Characters: Alina (a classmate from high school)
Anime/Manga: Naruto Shippuden 
Anime Characters: Hyuuga Hinata (normal and RTN)

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