Hamura's eyes swept over Hinata's newly acquired room. Hmmm. So similar to his mother. He thought, nostalgic.
On the other hand, Hinata's brain was on overdrive. How was she able to sense this man's chakra? He was clearly stronger than the hokage, Indra and literally everyone, and yet somehow she could sense him. How was that even remotely possible? Let's not even mention the fact that she had made a commotion. Was this why the man was here? No that wasn't right, he had calmed her down so naturally and easily, so she didn't think it was about that, or mayb-
Hamura flicked her forehead.
"Ow"
Hinata looked up then moaned in pain as she placed her hands on her forehead. She rubbed the spot on her forehead and observed the man critically? Why did he do that? it didn't seem like something he wou-
He flickered her forehead again.
"Ow"
Hinata repeated looking at him full of confusion and pain. Was this truly necessary? She thought with a pout and stepped back, full of grievance at being randomly poked and at being interrupted-especially since she was trying to figure somethings out.
Furthermore, his pokes really hurt. There was too much strength and too much precision on one point. It wasn't nice at all..She thought while she stared at him with grievance, but no impatience or irritation, rather confusion and bewilderment, not knowing that her reaction was an answer to Hamura's test. However, regardless of Hinata's pain. Hamura didn't stop. Quite the contrary, he kept on flicking her forehead, whilst Hinata continuously moaned in pain, as her forehead turned redder and redder. Her eyes were wide open full of distress, but tearless with endurance and perseverance.
It was not something most children would do, as they would rather scream and shout, than bear such, but Hinata quietly let it sink in as she continued the endless cycle of rubbing her forehead and muttering sounds of pain.
They kept at it for a little while and Hinata couldn't help but grimace at how her forehead felt so swollen. His strength was truly amazing. However, he was using it to bully her, so Hinata didn't think it was fair to compliment him. However, regardless, she couldn't just ingore the appreciation for his strength. Though poking her was unjust, his strength was still something to be admired, and she really couldn't help but pay it extra attention whilst enduring patiently. Those feelings reflected in her lilac eyes, which tempted Hamura to almost stop. Almost. Because if he had to say, she really did look pitiful.
However, the small test was almost over, he just wanted to see what he needed to see. Moreover, he already made a brilliant plan and all he had to do was see if this important variable, Hinata, would be as predicted. However, even if she wasn't, it didn't spoil the plan, not one bit. His plans were almost made to work in all situations, though that didn't mean having her character perfect for it would be useless, it would rather speed up the process.
With those thoughts the Otsutsuki kept on poking her, to gauge her reaction. And needless to say, she was just as expected, no she was even better, as he had predicted. Because, no matter how many hits Hinata took, she didn't act rashly nor did she have any signs of impatience. She was just perfect in her mental foundation. Yes, she needed help but it was too minuscule to even count, because her mindset suited everything that was about to happen in the future.
Contrastly, Hamura couldn't say the same for her physical attributes. At most, she could only survive with her instincts and her firm stubbornness. Otherwise, nothing. There was no outwardly or excellent strength in her bodies. She wouldn't last in a short battle with Toneri, much more the weakest clansmen in here. Maybe a minute or two, but even that was stretching it, Hinata was still ultimately weaker than he would liked.
