Time passed quickly, and the seasons turned.
In the height of summer in the 54th year of Konoha, the scorching sun made the village streets almost simmer with heat, while the cicadas chirped relentlessly from the treetops.
With less than a month left before the opening of the Konoha Ninja Academy, inside the main estate of the Hyuga Clan’s primary branch, a solo training session was underway in Dojo No.
1.
Bang!
Accompanied by a dull, heavy air burst, Hyuga Hiashi’s tall and muscular body slid backward across the wooden floor for half a meter before he barely managed to stabilize his posture.
“Hah…
hah…”
Hiashi panted heavily, but a hint of near-fanatical joy and shock flashed within his pure white eyes!
Less than two meters in front of him, the six-year-old Hinata stood dressed in a neat, pure-white training uniform.
She politely withdrew her small, fair hand.
“Father, thank you for the spar.”
Hinata bowed slightly, her voice as soft and sweet as ever, without a single drop of sweat on her face.
“Good!
Excellent!”
Hiashi trembled with excitement, slapped his thigh, and laughed out loud toward the ceiling.
“As expected of my daughter!
In just two short years, your Gentle Fist mastery has reached such a level!
That palm strike just now—both the concentration of chakra and the stealth of the explosive force were absolute perfection!
Given time, you will surely lead the Hyuga clan to the apex of the ninja world!”
Looking at her father’s fanatical state of ultimate self-conviction, Hinata—while maintaining a polite demeanor on the outside—was rolling her eyes frantically on the inside.
‘Father, oh Father, which eye of yours saw me use the Gentle Fist just now?’
‘I was literally just yawning because I didn’t sleep well yesterday.
My body accidentally leaned forward, and I casually pushed you with the repulsive force of Infinity!’
Hinata sighed helplessly in her heart.
Over the past two years, as her Gojo Satoru template progress surged all the way through, it finally breached the 50% milestone last night!
What did 50% imply?
Not only could the Limitless Technique maintain an automated, full-time perfect defense like natural breathing, but she could also unleash the heavy-hitting Cang (Blue) and He (Red) as easily as forming a basic Rasengan.
Hinata knew she was incredibly strong now, but to what ridiculous extent?
She didn’t have an exact metric herself.
After all, she couldn’t just casually blast a Red at the Hokage Monument inside the village, could she?
The Third Hokage would probably classify her as an S-rank rogue ninja overnight.
Therefore, during her daily sparring sessions with Hiashi, acting was more exhausting than the physical training itself.
She had to strictly repress her power within the bounds of a normal prodigy while occasionally “accidentally” demonstrating just enough brilliant technique to give her ambitious father a sense of deep satisfaction.
“That’s enough for today, Hinata.
Take a rest,” Hiashi said, walking out of the dojo with his hands behind his back, his steps so light he seemed a decade younger.
Shortly after Hiashi left, the dojo door pulled open again.
Wearing a gray training suit, Hyuga Neji—sporting heavy dark circles under his eyes, yet possessing a fierce, unyielding gaze like a hungry wolf—strode inside.
“Lady Hinata!
Please grant me another spar!”
Six-year-old Neji assumed the Gentle Fist stance, his voice raspy yet filled with unshakeable resolve.
Over the past two years, ever since Hinata gave him that overwhelming motivational speech in the snowstorm, the boy had transformed into a relentless training machine.
However, while ideals were grand, reality remained harsh.
“Brother Neji, I knocked you down in one move yesterday, and the bruise on your wrist hasn’t even faded yet.
Are you coming to get beaten up again today?” Hinata scratched her dark blue short hair helplessly.
“As long as I haven’t fallen completely, I will never surrender!”
Neji let out a low shout, kicked off the ground, and charged toward Hinata like a flash of gray lightning.
“Eight Trigrams: Two Palms!”
Facing the aggressive Neji, Hinata didn’t even shift her stance.
Just as Neji’s palm was about to make contact with her shoulder, she subtly concentrated the repulsive force of Infinity at a single point.
Bang!
Neji only felt as though his palm hit an invisible mountain.
An irresistible counter-force instantly traveled along his arm throughout his whole body.
“Ugh!”
With a muffled groan, Neji flew backward at twice his incoming speed, landing flat on his back with a loud thud, instantly stripped of his ability to resist.
“See, I told you,” Hinata walked over to Neji, looking down at him with a sigh.
“Brother Neji, working hard is a good thing, but you need to balance labor and rest.
If you keep pushing yourself like this, your hairline is going to recede prematurely.”
Neji:
Leaving behind a exasperating remark, Hinata turned around and walked out of the dojo, leaving Neji lying on the floor questioning his life choices.
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In front of the Yakiniku Q restaurant in Konoha’s bustling commercial district.
“Hinata!
Over here!”
Naruto, wearing a brand-new orange jacket, was waving his hands excitedly at the entrance.
Beside him, Sakura and Ino were already waiting as well.
“Sorry, sorry, I was just sparring with Neji for a bit, so I’m a little late,” Hinata walked over with the swagger of a boss.
“Wow!
Hinata, you’re actually taking us to eat at Yakiniku Q today?!” Sakura’s emerald eyes sparkled with excitement.
“Didn’t we usually bring our own ingredients to grill in the park or at the training ground before?”
“Yeah, Yakiniku Q is the most expensive barbecue shop in the village!” Ino added, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the generosity.
“Well, we’re reporting to the Ninja Academy soon, aren’t we?
Consider today an early celebration feast for our ‘Four-person Group’!” Hinata waved her hand magnanimously and pushed open the door of the barbecue restaurant.
“My treat today!
Eat to your heart’s content, don’t hold back!”
“Hooray for Hinata!”
Naruto jumped with joy and was the first to dash inside.
The four of them sat down in a spacious booth by the window.
The waiter walked over with a menu, smiling brightly: “Little guests, what would you like to order?”
Just as Naruto, Sakura, and Ino gathered around to look at the menu, Hinata snapped her fingers with practiced ease, a wicked smile appearing on her refined face.
“Boss, bring us fifty plates of your top-tier premium marbled beef short ribs first!
Then thirty plates of thick-cut beef tongue!
Forty plates of pork belly!
Oh, and bring out ten extra-large bowls of rice to start!”
Dead silence.
The pen in the waiter’s hand dropped onto the table with a clatter, his jaw nearly dropping to the floor.
“F-Fifty plates of premium beef?!”
The waiter wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, looking hesitantly at the four kids whose combined ages barely reached twenty.
“Little guest, do you…
have a misunderstanding about numbers?
This much meat would be impossible to finish even for ten grown adults!
It’s too wasteful…”
“Who says we can’t finish it?
Hurry it up!
Money is not an issue!”
Hinata reached into her outfit and pulled out a bulging wallet, slapping it onto the table with a loud thwack.
Looking at the thick stack of bills, the waiter swallowed hard and quickly trotted off to the kitchen to place the order.
Soon, plate after plate of meat stacked up like a small mountain, completely filling the table until there wasn’t even room for water cups.
“Dig in!”
At Hinata’s command, she instantly turned into an unstoppable eating machine.
Sizzle—
The marbled beef released an enticing aroma of fats on the charcoal grill.
Although Naruto, Sakura, and Ino had eaten plenty of good food with Hinata over the past few years, watching her current predatory eating speed still left them dumbfounded.
The chopsticks in Hinata’s hand moved so fast they almost left afterimages.
She ate the freshly grilled meat without even dipping it in sauce, devouring large mouthfuls continuously.
“Oh my goodness…
Hinata, slow down, no one is competing with you…” Sakura swallowed hard, her chopsticks hovering in mid-air, completely unable to find an opening to grab anything.
“Mmm…
so good!
This beef tongue is amazing!” Hinata mumbled with her mouth full.
With the advancement of the Gojo Satoru template, the Six Eyes’ processing load consumed calories at an exponential rate.
If she didn’t eat several times her normal intake a day, her head would thud with fatigue.
Just as Hinata wiped out thirty plates of barbecue with swept-away momentum…
Bang!
The partition of the neighboring booth was suddenly pushed open.
A round-bodied boy with two swirls drawn on his cheeks stood holding a skewer of grilled meat, looking in utter disbelief at the tall stack of empty plates in front of Hinata.
Akimichi Choji!
Choji had come to Yakiniku Q today with his father to enjoy a meal.
As the future heir of the Akimichi Clan, he had always prided himself on being the ultimate “big eater” among his peers in Konoha.
Hearing someone in the next booth order fifty plates of premium beef in one go earlier, he felt unconvinced and wanted to see who was boasting so boldly.
However, taking one look, Choji’s worldview crumbled instantly!
“Th-This…
Choji’s small eyes widened as he stared at Hinata’s delicate, slender frame, then looked at her stomach which remained completely flat.
“You’re so small!
How could you possibly fit thirty plates of barbecue inside you?!
This completely defies the Akimichi Clan’s theory of meat capacity!”
Hearing the commotion, Hinata turned her head, still chewing on a large piece of beef.
“Who are you?” Hinata raised an eyebrow, asking indistinctly.
Thud!
Before Hinata could react, Choji executed a slide right over to her booth, dropped to his knees, and held up his skewer of meat with both hands, his eyes filled with fanatical admiration.
“Big Boss!
Please accept my obeisance!” Choji yelled out, tears of excitement welling in his eyes.
“I, Akimichi Choji, have never bowed to anyone in my life, but your appetite is divine!
From this day forth, you are my one and only leader in the culinary world!”
Hinata was taken aback by this sudden declaration of allegiance, almost choking on her beef.
‘What on earth!
I just came out for a meal, how did I end up adopting a follower?!’ Hinata complained internally.
However, right at that moment, a languid, almost resigned sigh came from Choji’s previous seat.
“Good grief…
Choji, why did you run over to someone else’s table?
What a hassle…”
A boy wearing a spiky ponytail, whose eyes looked eternally half-asleep, walked over with heavy, sluggish steps.
Nara Shikamaru!
Shikamaru had originally been dragged along by Choji to keep him company.
He detested noisy, troublesome situations the most.
“Shikamaru!
Come look quickly!
Big Boss is amazing!” Choji pointed excitedly at the fifty empty plates on the table.
Shikamaru lazily raised his eyelids and followed Choji’s finger.
Initially, there was only impatience in his gaze.
However, when his eyes fell upon the empty plates stacked high like a pagoda, and then shifted to Hinata—who sat there casually continuing to put meat into her mouth…
Buzz—!
Shikamaru’s exceptionally high-IQ brain began to operate frantically out of pure instinct!
‘Something’s wrong!’
Shikamaru’s pupils contracted slightly, his lazy gaze instantly turning sharp as he stared intently at Hinata’s flat abdomen.
‘Fifty plates of barbecue, plus ten bowls of rice—even by physical volume, it should stack into a half-meter-tall pile.’
‘Yet…
her stomach hasn’t expanded at all?!’
Fine drops of cold sweat formed on Shikamaru’s forehead, a wave of shock surging through his mind.
‘The expansion of a human stomach has limits.
Where did all that food go?
Digested already?
Impossible!
Even with the Akimichi Clan’s Multi-Size Technique, it’s impossible to completely convert that much physical volume instantly upon eating!’
‘This defies basic physical logic!’
‘Unless…
the rate of her internal chakra consumption, or her cellular metabolism, has reached a terrifying level capable of instantly converting massive physical mass into pure energy!’
Thinking of this, the way Shikamaru looked at Hinata changed completely.
He swallowed hard, his unmotivated body trembling slightly from an unexplainable pressure.
‘This main-branch heiress of the Hyuga family…
what kind of monster is she?!’
“Hey, ponytail kid.”
Just as a stormy realization raged within Shikamaru’s mind, Hinata’s crisp voice interrupted his thoughts.
Hinata held a cup of barley tea, slightly narrowing her brilliant, bright blue eyes as she looked at Shikamaru with a half-smile.
“The way you’re looking at me is pretty rude, you know.”
Hinata set down her teacup, the corners of her lips curving into a commanding, pressure-filled smile.
“Since your friend has already acknowledged me as the Big Boss…
do you want to sit down too and try some of my premium beef short ribs?”
Facing Hinata’s gaze—one that seemed capable of seeing right through a person’s thoughts—Nara Shikamaru, possessing an IQ over 200, felt a deep sense of dread for the very first time.
Trouble.
A massive, overwhelming hassle!
Shikamaru groaned internally, but on the surface, he forced a strained smile:
“Well…
thank you then, Big Boss.”