Ever since that practical training session—which was basically a one-sided beatdown—Hiashi had placed a top-secret gag order on everything that happened in Training Hall No.
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Sporting a little face swollen like a pig’s head, Neji was carried back to the Branch House by Hizashi.
Word was that he was too ashamed to show his face in public for three days straight, having to drink all his meals through a straw.
As for the “culprit,” Hinata, far from receiving any punishment, she was actually welcoming the highlight of her time since transmigrating.
Hiashi, breaking all precedent, hadn’t called her to the training hall for several days in a row!
Not only that, under the pretext that “the eldest daughter requires more detailed care,” Hiashi specifically assigned a personal maid just for her.
When the young girl named Hyuuga Natsu pushed open Hinata’s bedroom door for the first time, Hinata swore that her twenty-four-year-old, veteran otaku heart—which had been dormant for three years—missed a solid half-beat.
Hyuuga Natsu was only fourteen or fifteen years old, dressed in a simple, elegant traditional kimono, with rare, dark-green long hair draped softly over her shoulders.
She possessed a textbook gentle, oval-shaped face.
Far from looking creepy on her, those Byakugan eyes conveyed a soothing warmth that felt like a gentle spring breeze.
What was even more fatal—despite her young age, the generous curve defined by the wide neckline of her kimono was already shockingly impressive!
Holy shit!
Holy shit!
Holy shit!
Sitting on the tatami mat, Hinata’s eyes instantly lit up.
Internally, she let out a groundhog-like shriek.
Long green hair!
A gentle maid!
A massive chest!
This literally hits every single one of my aesthetic preferences!
THIS is the treatment a transmigrator deserves!
Those harem anime from my past life didn’t lie to me!
“Hinata-sama, hello,” Hyuuga Natsu bowed slightly, her voice as light and soft as a feather brushing against the heart.
“I am Hyuuga Natsu.
Starting today, I will be in charge of your daily life.
Please treat me well.”
Looking at the soft, tender girl in front of her, Hinata didn’t hesitate for a second.
She took off on her two short little legs and charged straight over with a pitter-patter.
Then, taking full advantage of her height as a three-year-old toddler, Hinata plunged her head right into Natsu’s chest without a shred of restraint!
“Natsu-nee!” Hinata called out in a babyish voice.
Her chubby little hands tightly wrapped around Natsu’s waist while her entire face buried itself deep into that longing-for softness.
Mmm…
So sweet!
So soft!
This is true heaven!
Like a total degenerate, Hinata rubbed her face happily against Natsu’s chest, the corners of her mouth curving up wildly, nearly drooling.
Startled by the young mistress’s sudden “enthusiasm,” a flush of red instantly washed over Natsu’s fair cheeks.
“H-Hinata-sama…” Caught completely off guard, Natsu stood flustered with her hands hovering in mid-air.
She couldn’t decide whether to hug her or push her away, her voice laced with shy panic.
“P-Please let go…
This is untoward…”
To hell with propriety!
Right now, I’m a three-year-old little girl.
A little girl snuggling up to a big sister is the most logical and wholesome thing in the entire Shinobi World!
Not only did Hinata refuse to let go, but she also held on even tighter.
Lifting her fair, delicate face, she blinked her large, pale blue eyes innocently: “Does Natsu-nee not like Hinata hugging her?
But Hinata really likes the way Natsu-nee smells…”
Looking down at that carved-from-porcelain, angelically cute face, the maternal instinct deep inside Natsu’s heart instantly ignited.
“N-No, I don’t dislike it…” Natsu’s voice softened, her eyes filled with fond affection as she gently wrapped her arms around Hinata’s tiny body.
“As long as Hinata-sama doesn’t mind, Natsu is willing to hold you forever.”
Hinata threw up a wild victory sign in her mind.
Over the next few days, Hinata lived an utterly corrupt, imperial lifestyle.
No getting up early or staying up late to practice that damned Juuken.
No needing to face Hiashi’s stern face every day—a face that looked as if the entire Shinobi World owed him money.
She slept until she woke up naturally every day, opening her eyes to Natsu’s gentle, smiling face.
In the afternoon, under the sunlit corridor of the Hyuuga Residence:
Hinata lay lazily in Natsu’s lap, her head pillowed on that unbelievably comfortable “absolute territory,” her eyes squinted in pure delight.
Natsu sat in the seiza posture on the tatami, holding a dish of crystal-clear, peeled iced grapes in her hand.
“Hinata-sama, say ahhh—” Natsu picked up a grape with her slender fingers and gently brought it to Hinata’s lips.
“Ahhh—” Hinata opened her small mouth, taking in the plump, juicy grape along with a faint trace of fragrance from Natsu’s fingertips.
The cool, sweet juice burst inside her mouth.
Ah!
THIS is what you call living!
Hinata felt so good her toes curled.
She turned over smoothly, burrowing her face into Natsu’s bosom once again.
If I can keep living like this forever, Hokage, Rikudou Madara—you can all go straight to hell!
However, fate—or rather, Hyuuga Hiashi—clearly wasn’t going to let her harem dream last too long.
Happy times are always fleeting.
Just as Hinata swallowed her seventh grape and prepared to shift positions to keep enjoying the lap pillow—
Screeech—
The shoji door of the courtyard was pulled open abruptly.
A tall, cold, and intensely intimidating figure stepped in, blocking the sunlight streaming across the hallway.
Hinata shuddered violently, nearly choking on the grape in her mouth.
“S-Soutou-sama!” Pale with fright, Natsu quickly helped Hinata up before hastily retreating to the side, prostrating herself flat on the floor.
“This servant greets Soutou-sama!”
Hiashi stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at Hinata, who still had a spot of grape juice lingering at the corner of her mouth.
His expression was blank, but inside those pure white eyes flashed a fanatical light that sent a chill straight down Hinata’s spine.
“You’ve rested long enough, Hinata.” Hiashi’s voice rumbled low like distant thunder, echoing through the courtyard.
Hinata swallowed the grape with difficulty, her two small index fingers instinctively poking each other in front of her chest as she forced out a timid expression: “C-Chichi-sama…”
“Drop the act.” Hiashi snorted, pulling a thick scroll from his wide sleeve and tossing it down in front of Hinata with a thud.
“I saw your performance in the training hall that day crystal clear.” Hiashi stared dead into Hinata’s eyes, his tone carrying an indisputable resolve.
“Your control over chakra is at the absolute pinnacle of the Hyuuga clan’s history!
To let you continue slacking off like this would be a desecration of your terrifying talent!”
Holy shit?
What are you trying to do?
I just beat up a kid!
Hinata’s internal alarm bells rang frantically.
“Over the past few days, I reviewed all the journals left behind by past generations of our clan.
Combining them with your unique physical constitution and chakra flow, I’ve tailored a brand-new training regimen specifically for you.”
The corner of Hiashi’s mouth pulled up into a ruthless arc.
“Starting this afternoon, five hours every day.
I will personally supervise you.
The Hyuuga clan has no need for useless trash, and even less for mediocre fools who waste their talent!”
In that moment, Hinata practically heard the sound of her freshly built “harem paradise” collapsing into ruins.
Hell had arrived.
The following half-month was an unbearable nightmare for Hinata.
The “exclusive training” Hiashi designed wasn’t normal martial arts or chakra practice at all!
Having acutely noticed Hinata’s slow movements and terrible physical endurance, he completely scrapped Juuken form drills, opting instead to subject Hinata to insane, “physical limit-squeezing” endurance tests!
Weighted cross-country runs, blindfolded evasion of high-speed kunai (blunt-tipped ones), balancing stances on a field of spike-filled plum-blossom stakes…
Every single time, Hiashi precisely calibrated the training intensity right to the breaking point of Hinata’s three-year-old body.
Even though Hinata possessed a max-level “Gojou Satoru” character template, she didn’t dare use it!
Faced with her father’s Byakugan—turned on full blast with a 360-degree, no-blind-spot x-ray vision—the moment she dared to draw on the “Rikugan” computing power to cheat, or use “Mugen” to block those blunt kunai, the unnatural property of her abilities would be instantly exposed!
Cursing frantically in her heart, Hinata could only grit her teeth and rely on the instincts of her fragile body to endure it raw. Get faster updates on g.com.
BANG!
Yet another heavy impact resounded.
A heavy wooden log swinging at high speed smashed hard against Hinata’s back.
Even though the faintest passive of Mugen absorbed a fraction of the impact, the sheer force still sent her flying forward, slamming heavily into the mud.
“Too slow!
Again!” Hiashi’s cold voice echoed behind her.
“Hah…
Hah…”
Lying face down in the muddy water, Hinata panted heavily, sweat mixed with dirt obscuring her vision.
Exhausted.
Utterly drained.
Every muscle in her body was twitching, and her lungs burned like bellows.
This was definitely no act.
Her father’s inhumane workout regimen was genuinely pushing her three-year-old body straight to its absolute limits!
You old bastard…
Just you wait…
Once I grow up, I’m gonna beat that ice-block face of yours into an abstract painting!
While cursing every generation of Hiashi’s ancestors in her mind, Hinata gritted her teeth, pulled herself trembling out of the mud, and assumed a defensive stance once again.
Not until the sun sank below the horizon did the bell signaling the end of hell finally chime.
“That’s all for today.”
Looking at the mud-covered, staggering Hinata, a subtle trace of satisfaction and heartache flickered deep within Hiashi’s eyes, though his exterior remained stoic.
“Tomorrow morning at 8 AM, sharp.”
With that, Hiashi turned and walked away.
Watching that white back vanish at the end of her sightline, the single breath holding Hinata together finally snapped.
Her legs went weak, and she fell straight backward.
Instead of the cold, hard ground she expected, she fell into a soft, comforting embrace carrying a faint, sweet fragrance.
“Hinata-sama!”
Hyuuga Natsu, who had been waiting anxiously at the side of the field, rushed forward at once and caught Hinata.
Seeing the mud smeared across Hinata’s small, fair face and the blue-and-purple bruises covering her delicate arms, Natsu’s eyes instantly turned red.
“Soutou-sama…
How could he be so strict with you?
You are only three years old…” Natsu’s voice trembled with heartache as she hurriedly pulled out a clean wet towel, meticulously wiping away the sweat and dirt on Hinata’s face.
Leaning into Natsu’s familiar, plump softness, feeling the incredible bounce and tender touch behind her head, Hinata’s near-collapsed spirit was instantly cured.
Even though this hellish training isn’t fit for human survival…
Hinata barely squeezed her eyes open a sliver.
Looking at Natsu’s tear-stained, deeply worried face, she weakly nuzzled further into Natsu’s chest.
She truly didn’t have the strength to lift a single finger, but this tiny bit of effort to “take advantage” was like an instinct engraved into the very depths of her soul.
“Natsu-nee…
Hinata hurts so much…” Hinata whimpered in an extremely weak voice, her little head rubbing back and forth against those impressive curves, taking a deep breath of the young girl’s fragrance.
“Don’t cry, Hinata-sama.
Natsu is here.
Natsu will take you to a medicinal bath right away.”
Far from pulling away, Natsu held Hinata even tighter, as if trying to transfer all her warmth to this heartbreaking little girl.
Buried in this paradise of tenderness, the corners of Hinata’s mouth curled up uncontrollably.
Damn it!
Working my butt off training every single day—if I don’t take the chance to cop a feel, I’d be doing a disservice to all these bruises on my body!
A cool breeze swept across the courtyard.
Far in the distance, standing at the corner of the hallway, Hyuuga Hiashi kept his Byakugan active the entire time, silently observing the master and servant embracing each other.
Seeing Hinata fall weakly into Natsu’s arms, Hiashi nodded with deep satisfaction.
Even after suffering such severe injuries, she still knows how to display vulnerability in front of her subordinates, using the opportunity to win their hearts and cultivate a fiercely loyal retainer?
As expected of my, Hyuuga Hiashi’s, daughter.
To possess such leadership tactics at such a young age—given time, she will surely achieve greatness!
Hands behind his back, filled with immense pride and high expectations, Hiashi strode away.