Early winter, the 51st year of Konoha.
The cold morning wind swept the last withered leaves from the courtyard, slapping them against the polished corridors of the Hyūga compound.
“Chichi-sama…
Hinata really, really wants to go outside and see…”
Inside Dojo No.
1, Hinata—wrapped up like a pink snowball—was clinging tightly to Hyūga Hiashi’s leg.
She tilted up her flushed little face, her pale blue eyes brimmed with tears that trembled on the verge of falling.
Her small mouth pouted in an aggrieved grimace, and her voice shook as if she had suffered the ultimate injustice.
Hiashi stood rooted to the spot, looking down at the “pink ornament” attached to his leg.
On his usually frost-cold face, the muscles were twitching uncontrollably.
‘This girl…
pulling this trick again!’
Hiashi roared internally, yet the coldness deep within his pure white eyes melted at a visible rate.
For half a month of hellish, intense training, he had personally watched his three-year-old daughter roll around in the mud and water.
She was covered in bruises, yet she gritted her teeth and powered through it all.
Though she would throw herself into the maid’s arms every evening to cry and act spoiled, she would still stand punctually in the dojo early the next morning.
‘Extremely gifted, remarkably resilient—except for being a bit too fond of acting spoiled, she’s simply perfect!’ Hiashi praised Hinata to the skies in his mind.
“Shuchō-sama, the Ojou-sama’s training volume over these three months would be grueling even for an adult Genin.
Why not let her go out to catch some fresh air?”
Standing to the side, Hyūga Natsu chimed in with a heart full of sympathy.
Hiashi took a deep breath, forced a rigid expression, and let out a cold snort:
“Very well.
Since you have completed this phase of training, you are specially granted permission to go out today.
Natsu, follow her closely—do not let Ojou-sama out of your sight for even half a step!”
“Ha!
I obey your command!”
Hyūga Natsu bowed joyfully.
“Arigatō, Chichi-sama!
Chichi-sama is the absolute best!”
With a cheer, Hinata released Hiashi’s leg and scampered out of the dojo with tiny, pitter-patter steps.
The moment she turned her back to Hiashi, the pitiable look on her face vanished instantly as she swallowed back her tears, her lips twisting into a wild, fierce grin.
‘Yosh!
Operation absolute success!’
Hinata pumped her little fist excitedly in her mind.
‘I’ve been stuck in this place for three whole years!
Three years!
Locked inside this gigantic compound every day, living like a high-class prisoner!
Today, I’m going to stamp my footprint over every inch of Konoha!’
Before heading out, Hinata smoothly slipped into her mother Hyūga Karin’s room.
“Haha-sama~” Hinata dove into Karin’s arms, skillfully nuzzling her little head against her.
“What’s wrong, little Hinata?
No training today?”
Karin gently stroked her daughter’s dark blue short hair, her eyes brimming with doting fondness.
“Chichi-sama gave Hinata permission to go shopping outside!
But…
Hinata wants to buy some delicious food for Natsu-nee, and I don’t have any money…”
Hinata poked her forefingers together timidly in front of her chest, blinking her big eyes up at her mother.
Karin couldn’t help but chuckle, reaching out to pinch Hinata’s chubby cheek:
“You little rascal, always thinking about others.”
With that, she retrieved a heavy wallet from the dressing table drawer, placed it into Hinata’s hands, and said softly:
“Buy plenty of things you like to eat.
You’ve worked hard these past two weeks, go have a good rest.”
Hinata took the wallet and discreetly gauged its weight.
Her eyes instantly lit up into two glittering gold coins.
‘Sugoi!
So heavy!
Haha-sama is super rich!’
Half an hour later.
On the bustling commercial street of Konoha Village.
“Woah—!”
Hinata tilted her little head back, looking at the lined-up shops, a feast of colorful signboards, and the bustling crowd of villagers and shinobi.
She released a marmot-like squeal inside her head.
‘Now THIS is the world a transmigrator is supposed to see!’
Hinata took a deep breath of the air—a mixture of rich roasted meat, sweet dango, and crisp early-winter chill—feeling as though her soul had been purified.
Hyūga Natsu followed closely behind Hinata with her hands spread out, acting like a protective mother hen, terrified that a passing pedestrian might bump into the precious main-family mistress.
“Ojou-sama, please slow down!
Watch your step!”
“Natsu-nee, let’s check out that place over there!”
Hinata pointed excitedly ahead and strode forward with big steps.
In truth, her trip out today had a crystal-clear, almost life-or-death ultimate objective.
She was going to gorge herself!
No one would believe it if she said it aloud, but as the high-and-mighty eldest mistress of the Hyūga Sōke, she hadn’t felt full even once since transmigrating three years ago!
The Hyūga clan’s diet was absurdly meticulous.
Just how meticulous?
Every meal was a refined Kaiseki course—pretty to look at, but painfully small in quantity.
But Hinata was different!
She had the Gojō Satoru character template bound to her body!
Even though only 10% was unlocked right now, the passive activation of the [Rikugan] was constantly processing massive streams of information every single second.
Anyone who watched anime in their past life knew that Gojō Satoru consumed insane amounts of sugar and calories to keep up with his hyper-active brain, turning him into a sweet-tooth fiend.
The same applied to Hinata now!
Not only did she have to survive Hiashi’s devilish training every day, but she also had to endure the colossal energy drain caused by Rikugan.
Every night, she was so famished that she had to secretly chew on her fingers under the blanket.
‘My body right now is basically a bottomless pit!’
Hinata rubbed her flat little belly, her heart full of bitterness.
‘I don’t dare eat too much at home for fear that paranoid old man will suspect something.
Since I’m out today, I am going to stuff myself until I pop!’
She tried her best to dig up her sparse memory of Naruto from her past life.
‘I recall…
original Hinata was a huge eater too, right?
How much could she eat again?
Forgotten.’
‘Anyway, since I’m forced into being that Uzumaki Naruto’s “canon wife” in this world, I might as well try the delicacy my cheap husband loves most!’
“Natsu-nee, where is Konoha’s most famous ramen shop?”
Hinata stopped in her tracks and looked up to ask.
“Ramen shop?
Does Ojou-sama mean…
Ichiraku Ramen?”
Hyūga Natsu thought for a moment and pointed toward a slightly quieter street nearby.
“It’s just up ahead.”
“Iku zo!
Target: Ichiraku Ramen!”
Hinata waved her tiny hand, brimming with imposing momentum.
A few minutes later, the two stood before a small storefront draped with a noren bearing the word “Ichiraku.”
Just stepping close, a rich, aromatic scent of tonkotsu broth rushed toward them, instantly rousing the long-slumbering food cravings in Hinata’s stomach.
Grumble…
A loud protest echoed from Hinata’s belly.
“Irasshai!”
Hearing the sound, an energetic male voice called out from inside the shop.
Hinata lifted the curtain and “struggled” up onto a tall counter stool.
Behind the counter was a young man wearing a white chef uniform and a white hachimaki, smiling warmly at her.
At this time, Teuchi wasn’t middle-aged yet, nor did he have many wrinkles, but those perennially squinted eyes already radiated the vibe of a “Ramen Sennin.”
“Yo, what an adorable little customer.
Is it your first time here?”
Teuchi handed over a cup of warm water.
Hyūga Natsu hurried inside, standing respectfully behind Hinata:
“Tenchō, please bring us one tonkotsu ramen, a small portion will do.
Ojou-sama has a light appetite and can’t eat much.”
“Small portion?”
Hinata snapped her head around, her pale blue eyes glaring dead at Hyūga Natsu with a resentment that yelled, ‘Are you trying to starve me to death?!’
She turned back, slammed her heavy frog coin purse onto the counter with a loud CLANG, and oozed pure boldness.
“Tenchō!
Bring me a Tokusei Tonkotsu Chāshū Ramen!
The BIGGEST bowl you have!
Extra noodles!
Extra meat!
Extra ajitama!”
Hinata shouted in a squeaky, childish voice that somehow carried an overwhelming presence.
Teuchi froze for a second, looking at Hinata’s little body that was barely larger than a ramen bowl, before bursting into a hearty laugh:
“You’ve got great spirit, little customer!
But the extra-large portion is quite huge—it’ll be a waste if you can’t finish it.”
“I CAN finish it!
Hurry up!
I…
this Ojō-sama is starving!”
Hinata patted the table impatiently.
Soon enough, a piping-hot, giant bowl of ramen—topped with a thick layer of seared chāshū pork, sprinkled with vibrant green scallions, and finished with a golden ajitama—was placed right in front of Hinata.
“Itadakimasu!”
Hinata clapped her hands together, grabbed her chopsticks, and moved so fast her hands left afterimages in the air.
Zuzuzu!
Zu-zu-zu-zu—!
Accompanied by a series of wild slurping noises, Hinata dove headfirst into the ocean-sized bowl that was two sizes larger than her face, looking like a refugee who hadn’t eaten in three days.
The piping-hot, rich broth mixed with springy, smooth noodles exploded in her mouth.
The chāshū was rich without being greasy, melting the instant it hit her tongue.
A wave of massive heat glided down her esophagus into her stomach, quickly absorbed by her starved body and Rikugan.
‘Umai!
This is ridiculously delicious!’
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‘THIS is food meant for human consumption!
Those fancy, useless dishes at the Hyūga house can go straight to hell!’
Less than two minutes later.
CLACK!
Hinata slammed the empty bowl onto the counter, her lips coated in a ring of glossy oil, and wiped her mouth with pure bravado:
“Tenchō!
Another bowl!
Miso flavor this time!”
Standing behind her, Hyūga Natsu’s gentle smile froze instantly.
She rubbed her eyes in utter disbelief, looking at the bone-dry bowl, and then at Hinata’s stomach, which hadn’t puffed up in the slightest.
“O-Ojou-sama…
Eating so fast will hurt your stomach…”
Natsu tried to dissuade her, her voice trembling.
“I’m fine!
I can still eat!”
Hinata didn’t even look back.
The second bowl was served.
Zuzuzu!
A minute and a half later.
CLACK!
Another bowl!
Shōyu seafood!
Third bowl.
Fourth bowl.
Fifth bowl…
A dead silence fell over the entire Ichiraku Ramen shop.
Two Chūnin who were originally eating nearby now had their chopsticks frozen mid-air.
The noodles slipped out of their mouths without them even realizing it, as they stared dead at the eating frenzy of the three-year-old girl like she was a monster.
Hyūga Natsu had turned completely to stone.
Her hands covered her mouth, her eyes wide as saucers, and her mind went entirely blank.
‘Five bowls!
Those are extra-large bowls that would stuff an adult man!
Is Ojou-sama’s stomach connected to an alternate dimension?!’
Natsu trembled all over, horrific images already floating up in her mind: ‘Ojou-sama’s stomach bursts, and Hiashi-sama tears me into pieces!’
Behind the counter, Teuchi went from shocked to ecstatic.
As Hinata downed her seventh and eighth bowls, his amazement morphed into the passionate excitement of someone meeting a soulmate!
“Yoshi!
Subarashii!”
Teuchi vigorously strained noodles while wiping sweat from his forehead with a towel, his eyes glowing as he watched Hinata.
“I’ve made ramen my whole life, but this is the first time I’ve seen someone eat ramen with such passion, such unstoppable momentum!
This child isn’t just eating noodles—she’s engaging in a dialogue of souls with the ramen!”
Teuchi was so moved that tears welled up at the corners of his eyes.
“This child is undeniably the person who understands ramen best in the entire shinobi world!”
CLACK!
The tenth empty bowl was stacked onto the counter.
Ten giant porcelain bowls stacked together formed a small mountain, completely blocking Hinata’s tiny figure from view.
BURP—
Hinata rubbed her finally slightly rounded belly and let out a long, satisfying burp scented with tonkotsu broth.
‘Fū…
Finally feeling about seventy percent full.’
Hinata leaned back against the chair, feeling every cell in her body singing with joy.
The continuous mental exhaustion brought on by Rikugan was completely washed away by the massive intake of calories.
Restricted by her three-year-old body, even though her stomach’s digestion capacity was forcibly expanded by chakra and the system, its physical volume had ultimately reached its limit.
Any more, and she would actually throw up.
“Tenchō, o-kaikei, onegai shimasu.”
Hinata pulled out several large bills from her purse and slapped them casually on the counter.
“Arigatō gozaimasu!”
Teuchi took the money with both hands, his eyes filled with awe and anticipation.
“Little customer, Ichiraku Ramen welcomes you back anytime!”
“Natsu-nee, let’s go.”
Hinata hopped off the high stool and patted the thigh of Hyūga Natsu, who was still stuck in a frozen state.
“O-Ojou-sama…”
Hyūga Natsu lowered her head like a rusty robot, her voice shaking:
“Are…
are you alright?
Does your stomach hurt?
Should I carry you to the Konoha Hospital?”
“What hospital?
I feel great!”
Hinata trotted forward on her short legs, stepping out of the shop into the crisp early-winter sunlight.
She took a deep breath of the cold air, feeling the steady stream of warm energy emanating from her stomach.
A genuine, comfortable smile curved up the corners of her lips.
‘No beatings, no need to play humble, a soft and cute maid accompanying me, and getting to eat like a king every day.’
Hinata folded her small hands behind her back, squinting her dazzling pale blue eyes.
‘THIS is the life I truly wanted!’