Naruto was walking through the streets of Konoha one cold night, on his way home from a day of training, and a fulfilling meal at Ichiraku's. His mind was on what he had to improve upon, his mind set on getting better all the time, and getting one step closer to his dream of becoming Hokage.
Even though he didn't look tired, he was exhausted, his stamina proving that someone can go beyond there limit and still look fine, even if it wasn't the case.
As he walked, he heard a sudden scream from nearby, and reacted on instinct by charging towards the distressed shout.
As he headed in, unknowing of the situation, he noticed someone fighting off a dozen men, long raven hair whipping around as the female moved as fast as she could.
"Hinata?!" Naruto mumbled as he realised it was the Hyuuga heiress.
Hinata was doing well against her assailants, even with their overwhelming numbers, and Naruto smiled, impressed, but she was getting tired, and hits were breaking through her defences.