I hope I changed the mission's conditions enough so that she won't get hurt... As for Kiba and Kurenai... they probably don't need much worrying.
Under Trump's guidance, Kazehaya Hayate and his group followed him back to his home. The place was enormous — easily proof that Trump's business was doing quite well.
Once they arrived, dinner was already waiting. Having gone days without a proper meal, Hayate didn't hesitate to dig in and eat to his heart's content.
After the meal, came the matter of sleeping arrangements. Trump insisted that Hayate stay in the room next to his own, just in case of any emergencies.
Kurenai considered it for a moment, then nodded in agreement. Hayate and the others, of course, had no objections.
Kurenai would share a room with Hinata, while Hayate would room with Fang. In her eyes, that setup made the most sense — both in terms of safety and practicality.
Kurenai was with Hinata — someone she could easily protect if needed. As for Hayate, he was paired with Fang, who excelled in tracking and vigilance. Between the two, there was nothing to worry about.
It was late into the night, yet Hayate couldn't fall asleep.
In his old world, he'd always scroll through his phone before bed — something about that small ritual helped him drift off. But here, in the world of Naruto, there was no such thing as a smartphone. Whatever device he'd once had was long gone the moment he crossed over.
So, for days now, Hayate had been battling insomnia. It was miserable — like being stuck in perpetual jet lag.
With nothing else to do, Hayate's consciousness drifted into the glowing sphere of light within his mind. Inside it, countless items shimmered in a dazzling display. He stared at them like a starving man at a banquet. His mouth practically watered.
But alas, all he could do was look. For now, all he had left were the scraps of his "omnipotent points."
By the way… are there any ninjutsu techniques available in this system? he muttered to himself.
The system didn't reply. Instead, the sphere of light began to tremble — splitting apart into a radiant list before his eyes.
Hayate blinked, momentarily blinded, then squinted at the glowing text that appeared.
It was a ninjutsu list from the Naruto world.
[Available Permissions: Visible List]
S-Rank Ninjutsu
Wind Release: Rasenshuriken — 150 Omnipotent Points
Chidori Stream — 130 Omnipotent Points
Flying Thunder God Technique — 100 Omnipotent Points
Kirin — 170 Omnipotent Points
Tailed Beast Bomb — 300 Omnipotent Points…and more.
A-Rank Ninjutsu
Rasengan — 30 Omnipotent Points
Chidori — 30 Omnipotent Points
Giant Rasengan — 50 Omnipotent Points
Sand Iron Drizzle — 50 Omnipotent Points
Waterfall Technique — 30 Omnipotent Points…and more.
B-Rank Ninjutsu
Dragon Fire Technique — 15 Omnipotent Points
Ash Burning — 15 Omnipotent Points
Scythe Dance — 15 Omnipotent Points
Striking Shadow Snake — 15 Omnipotent Points…and more.
C-Rank Ninjutsu
Fireball Jutsu — 10 Omnipotent Points
Wind Palm — 10 Omnipotent Points
Great Breakthrough — 10 Omnipotent Points
Phoenix Fire Jutsu — 10 Omnipotent Points…and more.
Note: Unlike in the Naruto world, all listed techniques can be cast directly without hand seals.
"No way!" Hayate's eyes went wide. "They're that cheap!?"
If he completed just one mission, he'd earn 300 points — enough for two S-rank ninjutsu.
And not just any ninjutsu — they could be cast instantly, without seals!
Still, Hayate paused to think. The prices seemed balanced compared to other abilities he'd seen. Some of those non-ninjutsu skills even looked flashier or more powerful.
Before he knew it, he'd slipped into daydreams of future glory, imagining himself unleashing S-rank techniques like some overpowered hero.
Before dawn, Trump called everyone up. Because the tea ceremony that day was crucial to his business, he insisted on personally overseeing the tea leaf selection.
"I'm sorry to wake you all so early," he said apologetically. "But this is too important for me to leave to chance. I need to handle it myself."
"You're too kind," Kurenai replied with a gentle smile. "This is part of our duty."
Hayate, however, looked less than thrilled. Still, when his eyes met Hinata's, his irritation melted away instantly.
"Morning, Hinata. Sleep well?" he asked, smiling playfully.
"Ah, y-yes… I did. How about you, Hayate?"
"Well, not bad," he said, stretching. "The only problem is the room's soundproofing. I could hear someone talking in their sleep last night — calling out, uh… Naruto's name, I think?"
"Eh—!? H-how could that—!" Hinata's face turned crimson in an instant.
Her mind raced. No way… it couldn't be me, right? I didn't say anything out loud… did I?
When she saw Hayate's teasing grin, her cheeks flamed even hotter. She quickly buried her face in her sleeves, too embarrassed to look at him.
Hayate chuckled but felt a twinge of bitterness deep down. If only the system had sent him back to when Hinata was younger — before Naruto had taken up all the space in her heart.
Still… with my 21st-century brain, there's no way I can't outsmart a kid who barely understands girls yet.
His confidence surged. He puffed up his chest, brimming with pride.
"The soundproofing's bad?" Trump asked, turning to him with a sly smile. "I didn't notice before."
"Ah—haha… yeah, maybe it's just me," Hayate said, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly.
"I'm sorry for the trouble," Kurenai said politely, then shot Hayate a sharp look. "Honestly — teasing girls like that at sixteen?"
Later, they arrived at the tea field — rows upon rows of lush green stretching into the horizon. Trump immediately crouched down, inspecting leaves with a connoisseur's care. He smelled the aroma, studied the veins, and plucked only those that met his exacting standards.
"You can search too," he said with a smile. "If you find high-quality leaves, I'll even reward you."
"Got it!" Hayate's mood flipped instantly at the mention of money. With sudden enthusiasm, he dove into the rows of tea bushes.
Kurenai sighed and shook her head, while Kiba scoffed and wandered off to search on his own.
Hayate, for his part, wasn't having much luck. Though he liked drinking tea back home, he'd never actually picked any before. After a long while, he was still completely lost.
Just then, a soft, timid voice called out:
"Um… Hayate… what about this one? Do you think Mr. Trump would pay for these leaves…?"
He turned toward the voice.
There stood Hinata, half-squatting beside the tea bush, holding out a few freshly plucked leaves with both hands. Her knees were pressed together, her cheeks faintly pink.
She looked up at him, eyes wide and hopeful.
And Hayate couldn't help but think—
God help me, she's way too cute.