"Possibly," Teuchi nodded.
Ah, another misunderstanding.
"By the way, girls are thin-skinned, so don't spread this around," Teuchi said after some thought.
"I know that better than you," Ayame rolled her eyes.
They had no idea that their decision secretly brought a sigh of relief to a Hyuga Clan member.
Five minutes later.
At the Hyuga Clan compound, Hiashi Hyuga received the news.
He was always as steady as a mountain, but at this moment, he was stunned.
"How many bowls of noodles did you say Hinata ate?"
This was too exaggerated.
Could it be that Hinata couldn't beat Hanabi not just because of her personality, but also because she was never full?
"Reporting to the Clan Head, twenty bowls, and all of them were deluxe versions."
The Hyuga branch family Jonin responsible for secretly protecting Hinata reported respectfully.
His face was calm because when he saw the mountain of bowls piled up in front of Hinata, his initial surprise had long turned into numbness.
He found it incredibly hard to believe that the usually gentle Lady Hinata, a mere twelve-year-old girl, could possess such an astonishing appetite.
"..."
After receiving confirmation, Hiashi Hyuga was even more speechless.
"Dinner, how much did she actually eat tonight?"
Hiashi Hyuga thought of his criticism of Hinata that afternoon.
Given her personality, it wasn't impossible for her to eat less at night due to a bad mood.
Even so, eating twenty bowls of ramen in one sitting was indeed a bit exaggerated, but there must be some reason for it, right?
"Lady Hinata tonight..."
The guard was about to describe what Hinata had eaten and how much, finally adding, "It was a bit less than usual, but still more than Young Master Neji from the branch family."
Hiashi Hyuga was completely at a loss for words.
So it turned out Hinata really did eat less because she was sad, but it was still quite a lot.
Their Hyuga Clan was famous in the Ninja World for their Byakugan, and they had developed the Gentle Fist taijutsu to complement it.
Whether it was the Chakra consumed by using their Dōjutsu (Eye Techniques) or the stamina expended practicing taijutsu, both required a large amount of food for replenishment.
As a powerful clan, their family's daily three meals were substantial, only slightly less than the Akimichi Clan.
So Hinata usually ate a lot, but she still felt it wasn't enough.
But the fact of twenty bowls of Ichiraku Ramen was right before his eyes.
"Just pretend I don't know."
Hiashi Hyuga pondered and said, "In a few days, after Hinata graduates, give her more pocket money and let her explore the Village more."
If Hinata were still young, although he would find it a bit strange, he would still raise her food standards.
But now, he had already arranged a suitable teacher for Hinata through the Third Hokage.
In the future, when Hinata goes out on missions, she will naturally have a new circle.
As for eating, let her figure it out herself.
However, there was no need to tell these things to a guard.
"Understood!" The guard withdrew.
At the same time, Hinata was taking a bath.
Her small face was flushed, either from shyness about something she was thinking about or from the steam of the hot water.
"Strange, I ate so much, why isn't my stomach bloated like Hanabi's?"
"Where did all this energy go?"
If Lin Mo had heard this, he would have told her.
Of course, it was eaten by the two Pet Bears (Summoned Beasts) you raised.
Unfortunately, Lin Mo had no idea; he was sprawled on the table, summarizing his day.
[First day of transmigration.]
[I was an orphan in my previous life, and I didn't make many true friends in the entertainment industry. I should be able to adapt to living in a new environment.]
[Seeing Naruto, Kakashi, Sakura Haruno, Temari, Ayame, Old Man Hiruzen, and Yūgao Uzuki, Wife Yugao, in person, feels pretty good.]
Ah, you know, seeing those anime characters standing alive in front of me makes this world feel real. I have to live well in the future.
The most amazing thing is that I actually have superpowers. If my old friends knew, they'd be so envious their eyes would pop out, hehe!
From now on, every day must be lived wonderfully. I also want to marry several wives, like Hinata, Paper Girl, Thigh Shadow, and the girls from the neighboring Village, Kurenai Yuhi. They can all become my other half in the future.
Finally, I hope for world peace. But if the world isn't peaceful, how can I leisurely enjoy life?
Marrying several wives, living freely every day, and getting stronger just by writing in a diary—it's a beautiful thought!
"If peace isn't possible, then don't blame me for using special methods to solve problems."
Lin Mo's eyes flashed, his smile vanished, he took off his glasses, and walked towards the bed.
But many people couldn't sleep at night because of his diary.
"As expected of a transmigrator, he even knows me."
"But... Yūgao also became your wife?"
Your luck with women, transmigrator, is too strong!
Yūgao Uzuki had just finished her shift with her colleagues and was about to take a bath. She stopped halfway through undressing, her eyes a bit complex.
She was a skilled Anbu under the Hokage, adept at intelligence analysis.
She hadn't detected the existence of the diary copy at all, and the thought of telling others about it made her feel a force that could take her life. This thing was not simple.
Currently, it seemed that some important figures did not have the diary, such as Hiruzen Sarutobi, Danzo, and some clan heads.
If they had seen the diary's contents, they would have acted long ago.
Therefore, it could be inferred that those who had the diary must be somewhat special.
What made them special, she didn't know yet, but she was certain it had nothing to do with their status and that they held a special position in the story of naruto.
"There's too little information now; I still don't know the reason."
"This diary copy specifically wrote my name, which means I'm not the only one; there should be others who also received it."
"If I knew the identities of those people, perhaps I could understand the conditions for possessing the diary."
"Starting tomorrow, I'll send a Shadow Clone to keep an eye on Lin Mo."
Yūgao Uzuki quickly made up her mind.
Just then, someone knocked on the door.
"Who is it?"
"Cough, Yūgao, cough, it's me."
"Hayate?"
Yūgao Uzuki walked to the door, opened a crack, and asked, "What is it?"
"Cough cough ~" Gekkō Hayate coughed as he spoke, "Didn't we agree to continue practicing swordsmanship tomorrow? I came to confirm."
Only then did Yūgao Uzuki remember, feeling a bit embarrassed.
She and Gekkō Hayate were classmates. Because they both liked swordsmanship, their relationship was particularly good.
But after she joined the Anbu, their contact became less frequent.
It wasn't until recently that the Hokage assigned her to evaluate an experienced Chunin. Gekkō Hayate shone brightly during a mission, showcasing his self-created sword technique, "Dance of the Crescent Moon," and was ultimately promoted to Special Jonin.
She developed a strong interest in this sword technique, so she proactively contacted Gekkō Hayate to discuss matters related to swordsmanship.
Gekkō Hayate was also quite generous, not only sharing his insights on swordsmanship without reservation but also planning to teach her his exclusive sword technique, which left a very good impression on her.
But now... she looked down at the copy of Lin Mo's diary in her hand, which only she could see.
"This transmigrator is becoming more and more unfathomable to me."
"After all, he actually dared to call me his wife in front of me."
Yūgao Uzuki was a woman of strong character.
If she were to seek a partner, she would either be completely moved by a man she genuinely admired, or she would find an honest man who wholeheartedly treated her well.
Originally, she and Gekkō Hayate shared similar interests, and his heartfelt devotion to her had touched her somewhat.
But after reading the contents of Lin Mo's diary, she began to develop a curiosity about this transmigrator.
To dare to write such things in a diary, it certainly wasn't an impulse, but rather a genuine ulterior motive.
She really wanted to see how Lin Mo would act.
"I'm sorry, Hayate."
Yūgao Uzuki was a decisive person; once she made a decision, she would be direct.
"Next, I need to complete a secret mission assigned by the Hokage. Let's put swordsmanship aside for now."
"It's fine," Gekkō Hayate paused, then said, "I can wait. I'll teach you when you have time."
"No need to trouble yourself," Yūgao Uzuki replied seriously, "This is your unique technique. We are just ordinary classmates; I shouldn't learn it."
Gekkō Hayate was momentarily speechless.
He almost blurted out that they didn't have to be just ordinary classmates.
But he bit back the words, because he understood Yūgao Uzuki's temper.
He could be good to her and win her favor, but he absolutely could not use it as a condition, otherwise she would certainly view it as a transaction and reject him.
Only through continuous emotional impact could he possibly win her heart.
There was no other way; his body was frail, and Special Jonin was his limit. He could never defeat Yūgao Uzuki head-on in this lifetime.
"You're right," he said, coughing lightly, "If I taught you the Dance of the Crescent Moon, you would definitely feel a lot of pressure."
Gekkō Hayate showed a gentle smile, "When you're free, let's study the insights into Konoha's White Fang's sword style that I accidentally acquired. We can help each other, verify together, and progress together."
"I hope you won't refuse."
After speaking, he turned to leave.
"Wait!"
Yūgao Uzuki's voice came.
Gekkō Hayate's lips curved upwards, smiling slightly.
"What is it, Yūgao?" he asked gently.
"Do you really have the insights into White Fang-senpai's sword style?" A hint of excitement flashed in Yūgao Uzuki's eyes.
Konoha's White Fang, Sakumo Hatake, was once a name that made the entire Ninja World tremble. Before Minato Namikaze, the Fourth Hokage, he was the first formidable character who made various Ninja Villages issue orders to "abandon missions if you encounter him."
Think about it, for a Ninja, a mission is more precious than life itself. But Sakumo Hatake actually made the leaders of various Villages order their subordinates to hide if they saw him, to avoid unnecessary sacrifices. How incredible was that!
Yūgao Uzuki was three years younger than Kakashi. When she enrolled, Konoha's White Fang was incredibly popular. She admired him greatly and consequently became fascinated with swordsmanship. Her current swordsmanship prowess is all because Sakumo Hatake later broke the rules, abandoned a mission to save his comrades, causing heavy losses for the Village, and was criticized by the entire Ninja World. This incident also affected her.
Even Sakumo Hatake's own son, Kakashi, once felt that his father had done wrong. However, as time went on, the well-traveled Yūgao Uzuki also began to form her own opinions.
Sakumo Hatake's actions at the time, were they entirely correct? Not necessarily, after all, the most important thing for a Ninja is to complete the mission, not to mention the trouble he caused the Village by not completing it. But to say he was wrong? That's not right either! Otherwise, wouldn't the Will of Fire become a joke!
Putting that aside, Yūgao Uzuki still greatly admired Sakumo Hatake's strength. If she could study White Fang's sword style, she believed her swordsmanship could definitely reach a higher level.
"Yes, I do," Yūgao Uzuki's answer was exactly as Gekkō Hayate had expected.
He felt incredibly pleased, no longer feeling the pinch. To obtain Konoha's White Fang's sword style insights, he not only treated Kakashi to drinks but also splurged on a copy, and even gave away his treasured special edition illustrated icha icha paradise.
If he could win over Yūgao Uzuki and shed his single status, it would all be worth it.
"But it's a handwritten copy by Kakashi-senpai," Gekkō Hayate added.
He knew Yūgao Uzuki was meticulous and analytical, so the more honest he was, the better.
"Who wrote it doesn't matter, as long as the content is right," Yūgao Uzuki indeed didn't overthink it, and after a moment's thought, she said, "When I have some free time, I'll make an appointment with you to study White Fang-senpai's insights together."
"Cough, whatever you say!" Gekkō Hayate nodded repeatedly.
The two chatted idly for a few more sentences, then went their separate ways.
Yūgao Uzuki returned to the bathroom, took off her clothes, and sank into the bathtub, with only her head exposed.
She looked down at her reflection in the water, indulging in a rare moment of narcissism.
"I wonder which lucky brat will get to enjoy this in the future."
Meanwhile, in the Land of Rain.
In a tall tower in this perpetually rainy place, known as the Crying Country.
A woman wrapped in a black robe, with flowing blue hair, suddenly became a little distracted.
"Paper Girl Wife, is she talking about me?"
She was filled with self-doubt, feeling that the "Paper Girl" mentioned in Lin Mo's diary was herself. After all, throughout the entire Ninja World, only she could use the Paper Release Secret Technique.
"Konan, are you worried about our plan?"
A sound came from behind. Konan didn't turn around, only tilted her face slightly and said, "I'm wondering if this world we live in is actually real."
"You never used to think about such things."
"Because before, I thought this world was real."
"Then why are you doubting it now?"
"Because..."
Konan was about to mention the contents of the diary, but her chest suddenly trembled again, though this time it wasn't as severe as the first time she asked Nagato if he could see the diary.
She quickly changed her words: "Because of Uchiha Madara, I just don't believe he could still be alive."
"It's fine!"
A confident voice said, "In front of God, no schemes or tricks will work."
If it were before, Konan would have believed these words without hesitation.
But now, looking at the copy of the diary, her mind was a bit muddled.
This must be the power of God, right?
(Omission of the group number extraction section)
Meanwhile, at the Hyuga Clan.
"Teacher Lin Mo, how could Teacher Lin Mo be like this?"
"How can I face him in the future?"
Hinata buried herself under the covers, a wave of heat rising from her.
Being confessed to repeatedly and told that she would make a good wife in the future made her terribly shy.
Actually, she could choose not to read the diary and wouldn't think so much.
But this diary seemed to have some magic; she just couldn't resist reading it.