At dawn, Hinata rose early and went to the family dojo. The wooden floors were cool beneath her bare feet as she began a set of Gentle Fist movements.
The Gentle Fist art required exceptional talent and comprehension. Those with only average aptitude could master the basics—using the Byakugan to locate tenketsu(*Chakra points) and striking them with chakra to block or disrupt their opponent's flow.
But geniuses of the Hyūga clan could go far beyond that. They could unleash the true essence of the Gentle Fist: Eight Trigrams Thirty-Two Palms, Sixty-Four Palms, One Hundred and Twenty-Eight Palms—each technique an unavoidable dance of precision and destruction.
A single combination, and the enemy was crippled.
For a shinobi, losing access to chakra was no different from becoming prey. Against the Hyūga's taijutsu, they were helpless—like fish on a chopping block.
Hinata's Gentle Fist Mastery, the reward from her Homeland system, now allowed her to fully perform the Eight Trigrams Thirty-Two Palms with perfect execution.
However, her current physical condition couldn't sustain anything beyond that.
She could feel it—the potential for greater forms.
Two hundred and fifty-six palms.
Five hundred and twelve palms.
One thousand and twenty-four palms.
Even two thousand and forty-eight.
The techniques were there, waiting, but her body simply couldn't keep up with her new level of mastery.
It was like owning an advanced engine but installing it in a car that couldn't handle the power. Forcing it would only make everything fall apart.
So she didn't push it.
Her current body was still too frail—but that could be changed. Compared to her previous life, she now had the time, the strength, and the environment to grow stronger.
…
At breakfast, the Hyūga household was quiet as always. The only sounds were the soft clinking of chopsticks and bowls.
Hinata kept her eyes lowered, silently observing those around her. After her soul's fusion, everything felt both familiar and foreign—like a memory blurred by time.
"Hm?"
She lifted her head slightly. Her father, Hiashi Hyūga, was watching her.
Seeing his eldest daughter quietly focused on her food, his mind flashed with a single word: glutton.
She ate diligently, almost mechanically—more than anyone else at the table. Her strength wasn't particularly impressive, but neither was it weak.
Still, her timid, indecisive nature disappointed him deeply. Strength could be built through effort, but character? Once it hardened, it rarely changed.
"If you're not feeling well," Hiashi said at last, his tone neutral, "take a few more days to rest at home. I'll have the academy informed."
Hinata shook her head. "It's alright, Father. I'm much better now. There's no need for that."
Hearing this, Hiashi merely nodded and fell silent again.
"I've finished eating, Father, Mother." She rose and bowed politely. "Please continue your meal. I'll head to school."
Her stomach wasn't even half full, but she glanced at the two nearly empty rice containers beside her and decided against eating more. With quiet grace, she stood and left.
"Onee-sama!"
"Hanabi," Hinata's mother called gently, "you haven't finished your food yet. Don't waste it."
Hinata didn't look back. She returned to her room, changed into her uniform, and stepped outside into the bright Konoha morning.
…
Konohagakure, the Village Hidden in the Leaves—one of the Five Great Shinobi Nations.
After surviving multiple ninja wars, it now stood as the strongest among them, a village born from the unity of powerful clans and steeped in history and strength.
For Hinata, the world appeared unchanged.
When she arrived at the academy, she took her usual seat and quietly scanned the room. Her eyes unconsciously searched for someone—and when she found him, her cheeks flushed a soft pink.
She quickly averted her gaze.
A person could change, yes—but not without reason. A sudden shift would only draw suspicion, and even the dullest person could sense something was off.
Hinata hadn't watched the Naruto anime in her previous life—or at least, she'd heard enough about it to know the story. This world was dangerous beyond measure.
Clans, villages, even entire nations could be wiped out. And the moon itself, she recalled, was said to have been created by humans.
It was terrifying—and awe-inspiring.
For her own safety, she knew she had to maintain her façade. On the surface, she must remain the same shy, timid girl everyone knew. Her thoughts could be different, her will could be steel—but her actions had to be the same.
…
By the end of the school day, Hinata had a clearer picture of her surroundings.
There was Uchiha Sasuke, the prodigy at the top of the class.
Uzumaki Naruto, the bottom-ranked troublemaker.
A crowd of swooning girls, all fawning over Sasuke.
The lazy Nara Shikamaru, always half-asleep.
Akimichi Choji, perpetually snacking.
Inuzuka Kiba, whispering to his loyal puppy.
And Aburame Shino, quiet and almost invisible.
…
Back home, Hinata ate dinner, played with her younger sister Hanabi, then practiced Gentle Fist before returning to her room. When she lay down, her consciousness slipped seamlessly into her Homeland world to continue her construction work.
She couldn't multitask between the two realms—her mind was either inside or outside, never both at once.
…
"If I pass the graduation exam, I can become a ninja," she mused to herself. "If I fail, I'll just stay at the academy a bit longer."
Later that evening, she approached her father. "Father… should I graduate this year?"
"Do as you wish." Hiashi waved a hand dismissively, his attention already elsewhere.
Following his gaze, Hinata saw Hanabi practicing Gentle Fist in the dojo, her movements sharp and precise.
In that moment, understanding dawned.
With her past life's experience—and her knowledge of the Hyūga clan's structure—Hinata instantly grasped the situation.
She bowed silently, lowered her head, and left without another word.
…
The Hyūga clan was built upon the strict hierarchy of the Main House and Branch House. Children born into the Branch House were bound by blood and duty.
If the Main House produced more than one child, only one could remain as heir; the others would be branded with the Caged Bird Seal—a mark of servitude and control.
As the eldest daughter, Hinata was expected to inherit leadership of the Main House, while her younger sister, Hanabi, would serve as Branch House support.
But Hinata's timid nature and inferior talent had changed everything.
Now, she was being quietly replaced. Hanabi was the clan's future, and Hinata… was expendable.
…
"The Caged Bird Seal…"
Standing before the mirror, Hinata lifted her bangs and touched her smooth forehead.
"No," she whispered. "I don't want something so ugly engraved here."
It wasn't about appearance—it was about control.
To live with that curse mark meant surrendering her life and freedom completely to the Main House.
And after dying once in another world, now reborn with a new soul and a new will, Hinata refused to accept that fate.
She clenched her fists, her eyes sharp and resolute.
"I won't let anyone decide my life again."
…
The next day at the Ninja Academy, Hinata stood before Iruka and Mizuki, performing the Shadow Clone Technique flawlessly. After completing several other tests, she was officially declared a graduate.
By the time evening arrived, she noticed Naruto—the academy's most troublesome and least talented student—sitting alone on a swing in the distance, his gaze fixed on the celebrating students around him.
Hinata hesitated for a long moment, her steps faltering.
In the end, she didn't approach him.
…
That night, she brought the headband she'd earned back home.
Her father said nothing.
Her mother, however, sat with her for a long while, gently reminding her to be careful and to always prioritize safety during missions. Hinata nodded obediently, though whether she truly listened or not was something only she knew.
…
The following morning marked the team assignments.
Scanning the results board, Hinata noticed her classmates, one partnered with a dog and another with insects. She wondered for a moment if she, too, should keep an animal companion—just to fit in—but dismissed the thought just as quickly.
Her surprise came when she spotted Naruto among the newly assigned teams. Didn't he fail yesterday's test? she thought, confused.
As fate would have it, Hinata was placed in Team 8, alongside Kiba Inuzuka, loud and brimming with energy, and Shino Aburame, calm and almost eerily quiet.
The contrast between them made her slightly uneasy.
In her previous life as an assassin, she had always worked alone. Cooperation, teamwork—these were unfamiliar concepts. She didn't even know where to begin.
Kiba's boisterous voice broke through her thoughts.
"Alright! To celebrate graduating as genin, let's grab something to eat before our jōnin teacher shows up! My treat!" he declared proudly.
Hinata's eyes brightened at the mention of food, but she quickly composed herself. It wouldn't be proper to overindulge in front of her new teammates.
So she ate just enough to match Kiba's pace—barely filling the gap between her teeth.
Kiba, meanwhile, laughed loudly, boasting about his appetite, completely unaware that his wallet was on the verge of being emptied.
…
Later, back in the classroom, the mood was calm again.
Hinata kept her gaze lowered, occasionally stealing glances at Naruto sitting nearby. Beside her, Kiba rambled endlessly, while Shino's presence was so faint that Hinata sometimes forgot he was even there—only to startle slightly when he suddenly spoke.
Her fleeting idea of raising an animal companion was soon abandoned. Kiba needed his ninja dog; Shino relied on insects. Hinata's strengths lay in her eyes and her hands—her precision and chakra control. An animal companion would serve no purpose.
[Translator's Note: This is the end of the chapters. The rest is just extra wordings so we can meet the requirements for power stones voting.]
Under the Night's Veil
Under the cover of night, the city shimmered with countless lights, appearing exceptionally prosperous and breathtakingly beautiful.
On the top floor of a towering building, a group of men sat in tense silence, locked in a deadly staring contest.
"I've dedicated half my life to the organization," a middle-aged man sneered, cornered with no way out. "And now they won't even grant me a retirement? How heartless."
His tone carried no surprise—only resignation. It was as if he had long expected this outcome.
The others exchanged silent glances before raising their silenced pistols and gleaming daggers.
"Sitting around waiting to die isn't my style," the man growled, his eyes flashing with defiance. "If you want to kill me, then be ready to die with me!"
Before the others could react, he lunged first.
"!!!"
A fierce yet soundless battle erupted. Within moments, the struggle ended. The middle-aged man collapsed into a pool of blood—alongside more than a dozen of his former comrades.
As his vision darkened and consciousness began to fade, regret clouded his thoughts.
Who betrayed me? Anyone with half a brain should know… We were friends once—good friends…
His final breath left him with a bitter sense of unfinished purpose and resentment.
When the cleanup crew finished, the rooftop returned to silence. Only the faint metallic scent of blood lingered in the cool night air.
…
"Hinata-sama! HINATA-SAMA! "
Voices echoed around her.
Hinata awoke from darkness, blinking against the light, her mind hazy and overwhelmed by the chaotic shouts nearby. Everything felt noisy, distorted, and strange.
Her thoughts were tangled; her memories were scattered like broken glass.
Who am I? Where am I? What… am I supposed to do?
The guards assigned to protect her exhaled in relief when they saw her eyes flutter open.
"Thank goodness! You suddenly fainted—it scared us to death!"
"Hinata-sama, are you alright? Do you feel any pain or discomfort?"
"We should take her to the hospital immediately!"
"If the clan leader finds out, we'll be in serious trouble!"
"At a time like this, can you stop worrying about that?"
Their anxious voices overlapped and echoed in her head, each word amplified until it became unbearable. Her mind buzzed like a swarm of bees, unable to process anything.
Overwhelmed, Hinata closed her eyes—and fainted once more.
"!!"
The guards panicked. They dared not delay another second, rushing her to the hospital where a whirlwind of medical checks and tests followed.
…
"It's nothing serious," Hinata murmured weakly when she regained consciousness again. "I'm probably just… overtired. I'll be fine after some rest."
When she opened her eyes this time, she was already back home.
Throwing off her blanket, she rose unsteadily and walked toward the mirror.
Her reflection stared back—familiar, yet foreign.
"This isn't… a dream?" she whispered, stunned.
While she was unconscious, something extraordinary had happened.
A soul from another world—an older man with years of experience and an unyielding will—had collided with Hinata's original consciousness.
Instinctively, both fought for control.
Although the man possessed the hardened mind of an assassin, Hinata's spiritual strength was equally formidable. The battle between their wills raged fiercely, neither side yielding ground.
But as time passed, both began to weaken. If they continued, they would destroy each other entirely.
Facing mutual annihilation, the two came to an unspoken understanding.
Neither wanted to die.
And so, they chose to merge.
Thus, Hinata remained the same outwardly—but within, she was no longer the same person. Her soul was now a fusion of two lives, two worlds, and two minds.
[Ding!]
[Integration complete. Homeland construction initializing…]
A mechanical voice echoed in her mind.
Before she could react, her consciousness was pulled into a vast, open space—roughly a hundred square meters wide. Dense fog rolled along the perimeter, hiding whatever lay beyond. There was no way out.
Before her eyes, a glowing interface materialized—a control panel with several tools and icons.
The toolbar held items like hoes, shovels, nails, hammers, and wrenches.
The materials library contained piles of wood and steel.
At the bottom corner flickered a question mark. When Hinata focused on it, glowing text appeared:
"Clear the weeds, build your home, and complete the construction using the available tools and materials.
Reward: Mastery of the Gentle Fist."
"…What?"
She blinked. With a thought, she withdrew back into her body. Another thought—and she returned to the strange foggy space.
It wasn't an illusion.
Frowning in concentration, Hinata—now with the mind of a former assassin and the instincts of a shinobi—began to work.
She started by clearing the weeds, then dug the foundation according to the blueprint displayed in the manual. Despite her confusion, her hands moved with practiced precision.
Time flowed differently here—ten days in this dimension equaled only one day in the real world. That meant she could work as long as she wished without worrying about time outside.
…
[Ding!]
[Home construction complete. Reward obtained: Gentle Fist Mastery!]
A rush of energy surged through her body.
Hinata's eyes widened in awe as comprehension flooded her mind. Her understanding of Gentle Fist—its flow, rhythm, and chakra precision—had skyrocketed to an entirely new level.
It was as if the difference between a wooden stick and a steel pillar had been bridged in an instant.
Then, another notification appeared:
"Evaluation: 94.57 points.
Bonus reward: Select one — Byakugan Optimization, Neural Reaction Boost, or Strength Enhancement."
Before Hinata could choose, the virtual wheel spun on its own and landed on Byakugan Optimization.
Nothing seemed to change immediately, leaving her puzzled.
Then, new text appeared:
"Expand your territory and continue building your Homeland using the provided tools and materials.
Reward: 80 Divine Void Strikes. (Each section grants 10 Divine Void Strikes.)"
Her surroundings shifted.
The once modest hundred-square-meter space expanded tenfold into a sprawling thousand-square-meter plain.
The new blueprints showed far more complex structures—roads, a logging camp, a quarry, and even a steel plant.
This was no simple project.
Hinata studied the diagrams closely. Since her performance had been graded, she knew that the quality of her work directly affected her rewards.
A score of 94.57 was excellent—but perfection offered far greater returns.
To get the best reward, I need to give my best effort.
She spent time measuring distances, calculating angles, and planning the optimal construction layout before beginning again.
Her first target was the logging camp nearest to her original home, and she followed the blueprints down to the finest detail.
This time, thanks to her prior experience, her efficiency was significantly higher, and the results were nearly flawless.
When the camp was finished, all the wood in her materials library vanished.
"Hmm… Does each facility consume its own resource type?" Hinata mused.
Once the logging camp began automatically replenishing timber, she immediately started constructing roads and infrastructure.
Here, she never felt hungry, tired, or sleepy.
But unlike most, she didn't lose track of time.
In her previous life as an assassin, precision timing had meant the difference between success and death. Arriving a second too early or too late could have been fatal.
That sharp sense of timing remained with her—even now, in this strange familiar world.
…
Timing it perfectly, Hinata stepped outside. The morning air was cool and fresh, but as soon as she emerged, her eyes began to itch and sting.
Before she could react, her Byakugan activated on its own. The veins around her eyes bulged, making her reflection in the window look almost fierce—predatory, even.
"Byakugan optimization…?" she murmured, recalling the earlier notification.
A wave of pain and prickling surged through her eyes, forcing her to close them tightly. When the discomfort finally faded, Hinata blinked—and her breath caught in awe.
Everything looked different.
Her vision was sharper and brighter than ever before; her field of view had nearly doubled. Even more astonishing, time itself seemed to slow within her gaze—objects moved with a subtle lag, as if the world had adjusted its pace for her alone.
"So this is… optimization?" she whispered. "Incredible."
…Under the Night's Veil
Under the cover of night, the city shimmered with countless lights, appearing exceptionally prosperous and breathtakingly beautiful.
On the top floor of a towering building, a group of men sat in tense silence, locked in a deadly staring contest.
"I've dedicated half my life to the organization," a middle-aged man sneered, cornered with no way out. "And now they won't even grant me a retirement? How heartless."
His tone carried no surprise—only resignation. It was as if he had long expected this outcome.
The others exchanged silent glances before raising their silenced pistols and gleaming daggers.
"Sitting around waiting to die isn't my style," the man growled, his eyes flashing with defiance. "If you want to kill me, then be ready to die with me!"
Before the others could react, he lunged first.
"!!!"
A fierce yet soundless battle erupted. Within moments, the struggle ended. The middle-aged man collapsed into a pool of blood—alongside more than a dozen of his former comrades.
As his vision darkened and consciousness began to fade, regret clouded his thoughts.
Who betrayed me? Anyone with half a brain should know… We were friends once—good friends…
His final breath left him with a bitter sense of unfinished purpose and resentment.
When the cleanup crew finished, the rooftop returned to silence. Only the faint metallic scent of blood lingered in the cool night air.
…
"Hinata-sama! HINATA-SAMA! "
Voices echoed around her.
Hinata awoke from darkness, blinking against the light, her mind hazy and overwhelmed by the chaotic shouts nearby. Everything felt noisy, distorted, and strange.
Her thoughts were tangled; her memories were scattered like broken glass.
Who am I? Where am I? What… am I supposed to do?
The guards assigned to protect her exhaled in relief when they saw her eyes flutter open.
"Thank goodness! You suddenly fainted—it scared us to death!"
"Hinata-sama, are you alright? Do you feel any pain or discomfort?"
"We should take her to the hospital immediately!"
"If the clan leader finds out, we'll be in serious trouble!"
"At a time like this, can you stop worrying about that?"
Their anxious voices overlapped and echoed in her head, each word amplified until it became unbearable. Her mind buzzed like a swarm of bees, unable to process anything.
Overwhelmed, Hinata closed her eyes—and fainted once more.
"!!"
The guards panicked. They dared not delay another second, rushing her to the hospital where a whirlwind of medical checks and tests followed.
…
"It's nothing serious," Hinata murmured weakly when she regained consciousness again. "I'm probably just… overtired. I'll be fine after some rest."
When she opened her eyes this time, she was already back home.
Throwing off her blanket, she rose unsteadily and walked toward the mirror.
Her reflection stared back—familiar, yet foreign.
"This isn't… a dream?" she whispered, stunned.
While she was unconscious, something extraordinary had happened.
A soul from another world—an older man with years of experience and an unyielding will—had collided with Hinata's original consciousness.
Instinctively, both fought for control.
Although the man possessed the hardened mind of an assassin, Hinata's spiritual strength was equally formidable. The battle between their wills raged fiercely, neither side yielding ground.
But as time passed, both began to weaken. If they continued, they would destroy each other entirely.
Facing mutual annihilation, the two came to an unspoken understanding.
Neither wanted to die.
And so, they chose to merge.
Thus, Hinata remained the same outwardly—but within, she was no longer the same person. Her soul was now a fusion of two lives, two worlds, and two minds.
[Ding!]
[Integration complete. Homeland construction initializing…]
A mechanical voice echoed in her mind.
Before she could react, her consciousness was pulled into a vast, open space—roughly a hundred square meters wide. Dense fog rolled along the perimeter, hiding whatever lay beyond. There was no way out.
Before her eyes, a glowing interface materialized—a control panel with several tools and icons.
The toolbar held items like hoes, shovels, nails, hammers, and wrenches.
The materials library contained piles of wood and steel.
At the bottom corner flickered a question mark. When Hinata focused on it, glowing text appeared:
"Clear the weeds, build your home, and complete the construction using the available tools and materials.
Reward: Mastery of the Gentle Fist."
"…What?"
She blinked. With a thought, she withdrew back into her body. Another thought—and she returned to the strange foggy space.
It wasn't an illusion.
Frowning in concentration, Hinata—now with the mind of a former assassin and the instincts of a shinobi—began to work.
She started by clearing the weeds, then dug the foundation according to the blueprint displayed in the manual. Despite her confusion, her hands moved with practiced precision.
Time flowed differently here—ten days in this dimension equaled only one day in the real world. That meant she could work as long as she wished without worrying about time outside.
…
[Ding!]
[Home construction complete. Reward obtained: Gentle Fist Mastery!]
A rush of energy surged through her body.
Hinata's eyes widened in awe as comprehension flooded her mind. Her understanding of Gentle Fist—its flow, rhythm, and chakra precision—had skyrocketed to an entirely new level.
It was as if the difference between a wooden stick and a steel pillar had been bridged in an instant.
Then, another notification appeared:
"Evaluation: 94.57 points.
Bonus reward: Select one — Byakugan Optimization, Neural Reaction Boost, or Strength Enhancement."
Before Hinata could choose, the virtual wheel spun on its own and landed on Byakugan Optimization.
Nothing seemed to change immediately, leaving her puzzled.
Then, new text appeared:
"Expand your territory and continue building your Homeland using the provided tools and materials.
Reward: 80 Divine Void Strikes. (Each section grants 10 Divine Void Strikes.)"
Her surroundings shifted.
The once modest hundred-square-meter space expanded tenfold into a sprawling thousand-square-meter plain.
The new blueprints showed far more complex structures—roads, a logging camp, a quarry, and even a steel plant.
This was no simple project.
Hinata studied the diagrams closely. Since her performance had been graded, she knew that the quality of her work directly affected her rewards.
A score of 94.57 was excellent—but perfection offered far greater returns.
To get the best reward, I need to give my best effort.
She spent time measuring distances, calculating angles, and planning the optimal construction layout before beginning again.
Her first target was the logging camp nearest to her original home, and she followed the blueprints down to the finest detail.
This time, thanks to her prior experience, her efficiency was significantly higher, and the results were nearly flawless.
When the camp was finished, all the wood in her materials library vanished.
"Hmm… Does each facility consume its own resource type?" Hinata mused.
Once the logging camp began automatically replenishing timber, she immediately started constructing roads and infrastructure.
Here, she never felt hungry, tired, or sleepy.
But unlike most, she didn't lose track of time.
In her previous life as an assassin, precision timing had meant the difference between success and death. Arriving a second too early or too late could have been fatal.
That sharp sense of timing remained with her—even now, in this strange familiar world.
…
Timing it perfectly, Hinata stepped outside. The morning air was cool and fresh, but as soon as she emerged, her eyes began to itch and sting.
Before she could react, her Byakugan activated on its own. The veins around her eyes bulged, making her reflection in the window look almost fierce—predatory, even.
"Byakugan optimization…?" she murmured, recalling the earlier notification.
A wave of pain and prickling surged through her eyes, forcing her to close them tightly. When the discomfort finally faded, Hinata blinked—and her breath caught in awe.
Everything looked different.
Her vision was sharper and brighter than ever before; her field of view had nearly doubled. Even more astonishing, time itself seemed to slow within her gaze—objects moved with a subtle lag, as if the world had adjusted its pace for her alone.
"So this is… optimization?" she whispered. "Incredible."
…Under the Night's Veil
Under the cover of night, the city shimmered with countless lights, appearing exceptionally prosperous and breathtakingly beautiful.
On the top floor of a towering building, a group of men sat in tense silence, locked in a deadly staring contest.
"I've dedicated half my life to the organization," a middle-aged man sneered, cornered with no way out. "And now they won't even grant me a retirement? How heartless."
His tone carried no surprise—only resignation. It was as if he had long expected this outcome.
The others exchanged silent glances before raising their silenced pistols and gleaming daggers.
"Sitting around waiting to die isn't my style," the man growled, his eyes flashing with defiance. "If you want to kill me, then be ready to die with me!"
Before the others could react, he lunged first.
"!!!"
A fierce yet soundless battle erupted. Within moments, the struggle ended. The middle-aged man collapsed into a pool of blood—alongside more than a dozen of his former comrades.
As his vision darkened and consciousness began to fade, regret clouded his thoughts.
Who betrayed me? Anyone with half a brain should know… We were friends once—good friends…
His final breath left him with a bitter sense of unfinished purpose and resentment.
When the cleanup crew finished, the rooftop returned to silence. Only the faint metallic scent of blood lingered in the cool night air.
…
"Hinata-sama! HINATA-SAMA! "
Voices echoed around her.
Hinata awoke from darkness, blinking against the light, her mind hazy and overwhelmed by the chaotic shouts nearby. Everything felt noisy, distorted, and strange.
Her thoughts were tangled; her memories were scattered like broken glass.
Who am I? Where am I? What… am I supposed to do?
The guards assigned to protect her exhaled in relief when they saw her eyes flutter open.
"Thank goodness! You suddenly fainted—it scared us to death!"
"Hinata-sama, are you alright? Do you feel any pain or discomfort?"
"We should take her to the hospital immediately!"
"If the clan leader finds out, we'll be in serious trouble!"
"At a time like this, can you stop worrying about that?"
Their anxious voices overlapped and echoed in her head, each word amplified until it became unbearable. Her mind buzzed like a swarm of bees, unable to process anything.
Overwhelmed, Hinata closed her eyes—and fainted once more.
"!!"
The guards panicked. They dared not delay another second, rushing her to the hospital where a whirlwind of medical checks and tests followed.
…
"It's nothing serious," Hinata murmured weakly when she regained consciousness again. "I'm probably just… overtired. I'll be fine after some rest."
When she opened her eyes this time, she was already back home.
Throwing off her blanket, she rose unsteadily and walked toward the mirror.
Her reflection stared back—familiar, yet foreign.
"This isn't… a dream?" she whispered, stunned.
While she was unconscious, something extraordinary had happened.
A soul from another world—an older man with years of experience and an unyielding will—had collided with Hinata's original consciousness.
Instinctively, both fought for control.
Although the man possessed the hardened mind of an assassin, Hinata's spiritual strength was equally formidable. The battle between their wills raged fiercely, neither side yielding ground.
But as time passed, both began to weaken. If they continued, they would destroy each other entirely.
Facing mutual annihilation, the two came to an unspoken understanding.
Neither wanted to die.
And so, they chose to merge.
Thus, Hinata remained the same outwardly—but within, she was no longer the same person. Her soul was now a fusion of two lives, two worlds, and two minds.
[Ding!]
[Integration complete. Homeland construction initializing…]
A mechanical voice echoed in her mind.
Before she could react, her consciousness was pulled into a vast, open space—roughly a hundred square meters wide. Dense fog rolled along the perimeter, hiding whatever lay beyond. There was no way out.
Before her eyes, a glowing interface materialized—a control panel with several tools and icons.
The toolbar held items like hoes, shovels, nails, hammers, and wrenches.
The materials library contained piles of wood and steel.
At the bottom corner flickered a question mark. When Hinata focused on it, glowing text appeared:
"Clear the weeds, build your home, and complete the construction using the available tools and materials.
Reward: Mastery of the Gentle Fist."
"…What?"
She blinked. With a thought, she withdrew back into her body. Another thought—and she returned to the strange foggy space.
It wasn't an illusion.
Frowning in concentration, Hinata—now with the mind of a former assassin and the instincts of a shinobi—began to work.
She started by clearing the weeds, then dug the foundation according to the blueprint displayed in the manual. Despite her confusion, her hands moved with practiced precision.
Time flowed differently here—ten days in this dimension equaled only one day in the real world. That meant she could work as long as she wished without worrying about time outside.
…
[Ding!]
[Home construction complete. Reward obtained: Gentle Fist Mastery!]
A rush of energy surged through her body.
Hinata's eyes widened in awe as comprehension flooded her mind. Her understanding of Gentle Fist—its flow, rhythm, and chakra precision—had skyrocketed to an entirely new level.
It was as if the difference between a wooden stick and a steel pillar had been bridged in an instant.
Then, another notification appeared:
"Evaluation: 94.57 points.
Bonus reward: Select one — Byakugan Optimization, Neural Reaction Boost, or Strength Enhancement."
Before Hinata could choose, the virtual wheel spun on its own and landed on Byakugan Optimization.
Nothing seemed to change immediately, leaving her puzzled.
Then, new text appeared:
"Expand your territory and continue building your Homeland using the provided tools and materials.
Reward: 80 Divine Void Strikes. (Each section grants 10 Divine Void Strikes.)"
Her surroundings shifted.
The once modest hundred-square-meter space expanded tenfold into a sprawling thousand-square-meter plain.
The new blueprints showed far more complex structures—roads, a logging camp, a quarry, and even a steel plant.
This was no simple project.
Hinata studied the diagrams closely. Since her performance had been graded, she knew that the quality of her work directly affected her rewards.
A score of 94.57 was excellent—but perfection offered far greater returns.
To get the best reward, I need to give my best effort.
She spent time measuring distances, calculating angles, and planning the optimal construction layout before beginning again.
Her first target was the logging camp nearest to her original home, and she followed the blueprints down to the finest detail.
This time, thanks to her prior experience, her efficiency was significantly higher, and the results were nearly flawless.
When the camp was finished, all the wood in her materials library vanished.
"Hmm… Does each facility consume its own resource type?" Hinata mused.
Once the logging camp began automatically replenishing timber, she immediately started constructing roads and infrastructure.
Here, she never felt hungry, tired, or sleepy.
But unlike most, she didn't lose track of time.
In her previous life as an assassin, precision timing had meant the difference between success and death. Arriving a second too early or too late could have been fatal.
That sharp sense of timing remained with her—even now, in this strange familiar world.
…
Timing it perfectly, Hinata stepped outside. The morning air was cool and fresh, but as soon as she emerged, her eyes began to itch and sting.
Before she could react, her Byakugan activated on its own. The veins around her eyes bulged, making her reflection in the window look almost fierce—predatory, even.
"Byakugan optimization…?" she murmured, recalling the earlier notification.
A wave of pain and prickling surged through her eyes, forcing her to close them tightly. When the discomfort finally faded, Hinata blinked—and her breath caught in awe.
Everything looked different.
Her vision was sharper and brighter than ever before; her field of view had nearly doubled. Even more astonishing, time itself seemed to slow within her gaze—objects moved with a subtle lag, as if the world had adjusted its pace for her alone.
"So this is… optimization?" she whispered. "Incredible."
…Under the Night's Veil
Under the cover of night, the city shimmered with countless lights, appearing exceptionally prosperous and breathtakingly beautiful.
On the top floor of a towering building, a group of men sat in tense silence, locked in a deadly staring contest.
"I've dedicated half my life to the organization," a middle-aged man sneered, cornered with no way out. "And now they won't even grant me a retirement? How heartless."
His tone carried no surprise—only resignation. It was as if he had long expected this outcome.
The others exchanged silent glances before raising their silenced pistols and gleaming daggers.
"Sitting around waiting to die isn't my style," the man growled, his eyes flashing with defiance. "If you want to kill me, then be ready to die with me!"
Before the others could react, he lunged first.
"!!!"
A fierce yet soundless battle erupted. Within moments, the struggle ended. The middle-aged man collapsed into a pool of blood—alongside more than a dozen of his former comrades.
As his vision darkened and consciousness began to fade, regret clouded his thoughts.
Who betrayed me? Anyone with half a brain should know… We were friends once—good friends…
His final breath left him with a bitter sense of unfinished purpose and resentment.
When the cleanup crew finished, the rooftop returned to silence. Only the faint metallic scent of blood lingered in the cool night air.
…
"Hinata-sama! HINATA-SAMA! "
Voices echoed around her.
Hinata awoke from darkness, blinking against the light, her mind hazy and overwhelmed by the chaotic shouts nearby. Everything felt noisy, distorted, and strange.
Her thoughts were tangled; her memories were scattered like broken glass.
Who am I? Where am I? What… am I supposed to do?
The guards assigned to protect her exhaled in relief when they saw her eyes flutter open.
"Thank goodness! You suddenly fainted—it scared us to death!"
"Hinata-sama, are you alright? Do you feel any pain or discomfort?"
"We should take her to the hospital immediately!"
"If the clan leader finds out, we'll be in serious trouble!"
"At a time like this, can you stop worrying about that?"
Their anxious voices overlapped and echoed in her head, each word amplified until it became unbearable. Her mind buzzed like a swarm of bees, unable to process anything.
Overwhelmed, Hinata closed her eyes—and fainted once more.
"!!"
The guards panicked. They dared not delay another second, rushing her to the hospital where a whirlwind of medical checks and tests followed.
…
"It's nothing serious," Hinata murmured weakly when she regained consciousness again. "I'm probably just… overtired. I'll be fine after some rest."
When she opened her eyes this time, she was already back home.
Throwing off her blanket, she rose unsteadily and walked toward the mirror.
Her reflection stared back—familiar, yet foreign.
"This isn't… a dream?" she whispered, stunned.
While she was unconscious, something extraordinary had happened.
A soul from another world—an older man with years of experience and an unyielding will—had collided with Hinata's original consciousness.
Instinctively, both fought for control.
Although the man possessed the hardened mind of an assassin, Hinata's spiritual strength was equally formidable. The battle between their wills raged fiercely, neither side yielding ground.
But as time passed, both began to weaken. If they continued, they would destroy each other entirely.
Facing mutual annihilation, the two came to an unspoken understanding.
Neither wanted to die.
And so, they chose to merge.
Thus, Hinata remained the same outwardly—but within, she was no longer the same person. Her soul was now a fusion of two lives, two worlds, and two minds.
[Ding!]
[Integration complete. Homeland construction initializing…]
A mechanical voice echoed in her mind.
Before she could react, her consciousness was pulled into a vast, open space—roughly a hundred square meters wide. Dense fog rolled along the perimeter, hiding whatever lay beyond. There was no way out.
Before her eyes, a glowing interface materialized—a control panel with several tools and icons.
The toolbar held items like hoes, shovels, nails, hammers, and wrenches.
The materials library contained piles of wood and steel.
At the bottom corner flickered a question mark. When Hinata focused on it, glowing text appeared:
"Clear the weeds, build your home, and complete the construction using the available tools and materials.
Reward: Mastery of the Gentle Fist."
"…What?"
She blinked. With a thought, she withdrew back into her body. Another thought—and she returned to the strange foggy space.
It wasn't an illusion.
Frowning in concentration, Hinata—now with the mind of a former assassin and the instincts of a shinobi—began to work.
She started by clearing the weeds, then dug the foundation according to the blueprint displayed in the manual. Despite her confusion, her hands moved with practiced precision.
Time flowed differently here—ten days in this dimension equaled only one day in the real world. That meant she could work as long as she wished without worrying about time outside.
…
[Ding!]
[Home construction complete. Reward obtained: Gentle Fist Mastery!]
A rush of energy surged through her body.
Hinata's eyes widened in awe as comprehension flooded her mind. Her understanding of Gentle Fist—its flow, rhythm, and chakra precision—had skyrocketed to an entirely new level.
It was as if the difference between a wooden stick and a steel pillar had been bridged in an instant.
Then, another notification appeared:
"Evaluation: 94.57 points.
Bonus reward: Select one — Byakugan Optimization, Neural Reaction Boost, or Strength Enhancement."
Before Hinata could choose, the virtual wheel spun on its own and landed on Byakugan Optimization.
Nothing seemed to change immediately, leaving her puzzled.
Then, new text appeared:
"Expand your territory and continue building your Homeland using the provided tools and materials.
Reward: 80 Divine Void Strikes. (Each section grants 10 Divine Void Strikes.)"
Her surroundings shifted.
The once modest hundred-square-meter space expanded tenfold into a sprawling thousand-square-meter plain.
The new blueprints showed far more complex structures—roads, a logging camp, a quarry, and even a steel plant.
This was no simple project.
Hinata studied the diagrams closely. Since her performance had been graded, she knew that the quality of her work directly affected her rewards.
A score of 94.57 was excellent—but perfection offered far greater returns.
To get the best reward, I need to give my best effort.
She spent time measuring distances, calculating angles, and planning the optimal construction layout before beginning again.
Her first target was the logging camp nearest to her original home, and she followed the blueprints down to the finest detail.
This time, thanks to her prior experience, her efficiency was significantly higher, and the results were nearly flawless.
When the camp was finished, all the wood in her materials library vanished.
"Hmm… Does each facility consume its own resource type?" Hinata mused.
Once the logging camp began automatically replenishing timber, she immediately started constructing roads and infrastructure.
Here, she never felt hungry, tired, or sleepy.
But unlike most, she didn't lose track of time.
In her previous life as an assassin, precision timing had meant the difference between success and death. Arriving a second too early or too late could have been fatal.
That sharp sense of timing remained with her—even now, in this strange familiar world.
…
Timing it perfectly, Hinata stepped outside. The morning air was cool and fresh, but as soon as she emerged, her eyes began to itch and sting.
Before she could react, her Byakugan activated on its own. The veins around her eyes bulged, making her reflection in the window look almost fierce—predatory, even.
"Byakugan optimization…?" she murmured, recalling the earlier notification.
A wave of pain and prickling surged through her eyes, forcing her to close them tightly. When the discomfort finally faded, Hinata blinked—and her breath caught in awe.
Everything looked different.
Her vision was sharper and brighter than ever before; her field of view had nearly doubled. Even more astonishing, time itself seemed to slow within her gaze—objects moved with a subtle lag, as if the world had adjusted its pace for her alone.
"So this is… optimization?" she whispered. "Incredible."
…Under the Night's Veil
Under the cover of night, the city shimmered with countless lights, appearing exceptionally prosperous and breathtakingly beautiful.
On the top floor of a towering building, a group of men sat in tense silence, locked in a deadly staring contest.
"I've dedicated half my life to the organization," a middle-aged man sneered, cornered with no way out. "And now they won't even grant me a retirement? How heartless."
His tone carried no surprise—only resignation. It was as if he had long expected this outcome.
The others exchanged silent glances before raising their silenced pistols and gleaming daggers.
"Sitting around waiting to die isn't my style," the man growled, his eyes flashing with defiance. "If you want to kill me, then be ready to die with me!"
Before the others could react, he lunged first.
"!!!"
A fierce yet soundless battle erupted. Within moments, the struggle ended. The middle-aged man collapsed into a pool of blood—alongside more than a dozen of his former comrades.
As his vision darkened and consciousness began to fade, regret clouded his thoughts.
Who betrayed me? Anyone with half a brain should know… We were friends once—good friends…
His final breath left him with a bitter sense of unfinished purpose and resentment.
When the cleanup crew finished, the rooftop returned to silence. Only the faint metallic scent of blood lingered in the cool night air.
…
"Hinata-sama! HINATA-SAMA! "
Voices echoed around her.
Hinata awoke from darkness, blinking against the light, her mind hazy and overwhelmed by the chaotic shouts nearby. Everything felt noisy, distorted, and strange.
Her thoughts were tangled; her memories were scattered like broken glass.
Who am I? Where am I? What… am I supposed to do?
The guards assigned to protect her exhaled in relief when they saw her eyes flutter open.
"Thank goodness! You suddenly fainted—it scared us to death!"
"Hinata-sama, are you alright? Do you feel any pain or discomfort?"
"We should take her to the hospital immediately!"
"If the clan leader finds out, we'll be in serious trouble!"
"At a time like this, can you stop worrying about that?"
Their anxious voices overlapped and echoed in her head, each word amplified until it became unbearable. Her mind buzzed like a swarm of bees, unable to process anything.
Overwhelmed, Hinata closed her eyes—and fainted once more.
"!!"
The guards panicked. They dared not delay another second, rushing her to the hospital where a whirlwind of medical checks and tests followed.
…
"It's nothing serious," Hinata murmured weakly when she regained consciousness again. "I'm probably just… overtired. I'll be fine after some rest."
When she opened her eyes this time, she was already back home.
Throwing off her blanket, she rose unsteadily and walked toward the mirror.
Her reflection stared back—familiar, yet foreign.
"This isn't… a dream?" she whispered, stunned.
While she was unconscious, something extraordinary had happened.
A soul from another world—an older man with years of experience and an unyielding will—had collided with Hinata's original consciousness.
Instinctively, both fought for control.
Although the man possessed the hardened mind of an assassin, Hinata's spiritual strength was equally formidable. The battle between their wills raged fiercely, neither side yielding ground.
But as time passed, both began to weaken. If they continued, they would destroy each other entirely.
Facing mutual annihilation, the two came to an unspoken understanding.
Neither wanted to die.
And so, they chose to merge.
Thus, Hinata remained the same outwardly—but within, she was no longer the same person. Her soul was now a fusion of two lives, two worlds, and two minds.
[Ding!]
[Integration complete. Homeland construction initializing…]
A mechanical voice echoed in her mind.
Before she could react, her consciousness was pulled into a vast, open space—roughly a hundred square meters wide. Dense fog rolled along the perimeter, hiding whatever lay beyond. There was no way out.
Before her eyes, a glowing interface materialized—a control panel with several tools and icons.
The toolbar held items like hoes, shovels, nails, hammers, and wrenches.
The materials library contained piles of wood and steel.
At the bottom corner flickered a question mark. When Hinata focused on it, glowing text appeared:
"Clear the weeds, build your home, and complete the construction using the available tools and materials.
Reward: Mastery of the Gentle Fist."
"…What?"
She blinked. With a thought, she withdrew back into her body. Another thought—and she returned to the strange foggy space.
It wasn't an illusion.
Frowning in concentration, Hinata—now with the mind of a former assassin and the instincts of a shinobi—began to work.
She started by clearing the weeds, then dug the foundation according to the blueprint displayed in the manual. Despite her confusion, her hands moved with practiced precision.
Time flowed differently here—ten days in this dimension equaled only one day in the real world. That meant she could work as long as she wished without worrying about time outside.
…
[Ding!]
[Home construction complete. Reward obtained: Gentle Fist Mastery!]
A rush of energy surged through her body.
Hinata's eyes widened in awe as comprehension flooded her mind. Her understanding of Gentle Fist—its flow, rhythm, and chakra precision—had skyrocketed to an entirely new level.
It was as if the difference between a wooden stick and a steel pillar had been bridged in an instant.
Then, another notification appeared:
"Evaluation: 94.57 points.
Bonus reward: Select one — Byakugan Optimization, Neural Reaction Boost, or Strength Enhancement."
Before Hinata could choose, the virtual wheel spun on its own and landed on Byakugan Optimization.
Nothing seemed to change immediately, leaving her puzzled.
Then, new text appeared:
"Expand your territory and continue building your Homeland using the provided tools and materials.
Reward: 80 Divine Void Strikes. (Each section grants 10 Divine Void Strikes.)"
Her surroundings shifted.
The once modest hundred-square-meter space expanded tenfold into a sprawling thousand-square-meter plain.
The new blueprints showed far more complex structures—roads, a logging camp, a quarry, and even a steel plant.
This was no simple project.
Hinata studied the diagrams closely. Since her performance had been graded, she knew that the quality of her work directly affected her rewards.
A score of 94.57 was excellent—but perfection offered far greater returns.
To get the best reward, I need to give my best effort.
She spent time measuring distances, calculating angles, and planning the optimal construction layout before beginning again.
Her first target was the logging camp nearest to her original home, and she followed the blueprints down to the finest detail.
This time, thanks to her prior experience, her efficiency was significantly higher, and the results were nearly flawless.
When the camp was finished, all the wood in her materials library vanished.
"Hmm… Does each facility consume its own resource type?" Hinata mused.
Once the logging camp began automatically replenishing timber, she immediately started constructing roads and infrastructure.
Here, she never felt hungry, tired, or sleepy.
But unlike most, she didn't lose track of time.
In her previous life as an assassin, precision timing had meant the difference between success and death. Arriving a second too early or too late could have been fatal.
That sharp sense of timing remained with her—even now, in this strange familiar world.
…
Timing it perfectly, Hinata stepped outside. The morning air was cool and fresh, but as soon as she emerged, her eyes began to itch and sting.
Before she could react, her Byakugan activated on its own. The veins around her eyes bulged, making her reflection in the window look almost fierce—predatory, even.
"Byakugan optimization…?" she murmured, recalling the earlier notification.
A wave of pain and prickling surged through her eyes, forcing her to close them tightly. When the discomfort finally faded, Hinata blinked—and her breath caught in awe.
Everything looked different.
Her vision was sharper and brighter than ever before; her field of view had nearly doubled. Even more astonishing, time itself seemed to slow within her gaze—objects moved with a subtle lag, as if the world had adjusted its pace for her alone.
"So this is… optimization?" she whispered. "Incredible."
…
Under the Night's Veil
Under the cover of night, the city shimmered with countless lights, appearing exceptionally prosperous and breathtakingly beautiful.
On the top floor of a towering building, a group of men sat in tense silence, locked in a deadly staring contest.
"I've dedicated half my life to the organization," a middle-aged man sneered, cornered with no way out. "And now they won't even grant me a retirement? How heartless."
His tone carried no surprise—only resignation. It was as if he had long expected this outcome.
The others exchanged silent glances before raising their silenced pistols and gleaming daggers.
"Sitting around waiting to die isn't my style," the man growled, his eyes flashing with defiance. "If you want to kill me, then be ready to die with me!"
Before the others could react, he lunged first.
"!!!"
A fierce yet soundless battle erupted. Within moments, the struggle ended. The middle-aged man collapsed into a pool of blood—alongside more than a dozen of his former comrades.
As his vision darkened and consciousness began to fade, regret clouded his thoughts.
Who betrayed me? Anyone with half a brain should know… We were friends once—good friends…
His final breath left him with a bitter sense of unfinished purpose and resentment.
When the cleanup crew finished, the rooftop returned to silence. Only the faint metallic scent of blood lingered in the cool night air.
…
"Hinata-sama! HINATA-SAMA! "
Voices echoed around her.
Hinata awoke from darkness, blinking against the light, her mind hazy and overwhelmed by the chaotic shouts nearby. Everything felt noisy, distorted, and strange.
Her thoughts were tangled; her memories were scattered like broken glass.
Who am I? Where am I? What… am I supposed to do?
The guards assigned to protect her exhaled in relief when they saw her eyes flutter open.
"Thank goodness! You suddenly fainted—it scared us to death!"
"Hinata-sama, are you alright? Do you feel any pain or discomfort?"
"We should take her to the hospital immediately!"
"If the clan leader finds out, we'll be in serious trouble!"
"At a time like this, can you stop worrying about that?"
Their anxious voices overlapped and echoed in her head, each word amplified until it became unbearable. Her mind buzzed like a swarm of bees, unable to process anything.
Overwhelmed, Hinata closed her eyes—and fainted once more.
"!!"
The guards panicked. They dared not delay another second, rushing her to the hospital where a whirlwind of medical checks and tests followed.
…
"It's nothing serious," Hinata murmured weakly when she regained consciousness again. "I'm probably just… overtired. I'll be fine after some rest."
When she opened her eyes this time, she was already back home.
Throwing off her blanket, she rose unsteadily and walked toward the mirror.
Her reflection stared back—familiar, yet foreign.
"This isn't… a dream?" she whispered, stunned.
While she was unconscious, something extraordinary had happened.
A soul from another world—an older man with years of experience and an unyielding will—had collided with Hinata's original consciousness.
Instinctively, both fought for control.
Although the man possessed the hardened mind of an assassin, Hinata's spiritual strength was equally formidable. The battle between their wills raged fiercely, neither side yielding ground.
But as time passed, both began to weaken. If they continued, they would destroy each other entirely.
Facing mutual annihilation, the two came to an unspoken understanding.
Neither wanted to die.
And so, they chose to merge.
Thus, Hinata remained the same outwardly—but within, she was no longer the same person. Her soul was now a fusion of two lives, two worlds, and two minds.
[Ding!]
[Integration complete. Homeland construction initializing…]
A mechanical voice echoed in her mind.
Before she could react, her consciousness was pulled into a vast, open space—roughly a hundred square meters wide. Dense fog rolled along the perimeter, hiding whatever lay beyond. There was no way out.
Before her eyes, a glowing interface materialized—a control panel with several tools and icons.
The toolbar held items like hoes, shovels, nails, hammers, and wrenches.
The materials library contained piles of wood and steel.
At the bottom corner flickered a question mark. When Hinata focused on it, glowing text appeared:
"Clear the weeds, build your home, and complete the construction using the available tools and materials.
Reward: Mastery of the Gentle Fist."
"…What?"
She blinked. With a thought, she withdrew back into her body. Another thought—and she returned to the strange foggy space.
It wasn't an illusion.
Frowning in concentration, Hinata—now with the mind of a former assassin and the instincts of a shinobi—began to work.
She started by clearing the weeds, then dug the foundation according to the blueprint displayed in the manual. Despite her confusion, her hands moved with practiced precision.
Time flowed differently here—ten days in this dimension equaled only one day in the real world. That meant she could work as long as she wished without worrying about time outside.
…
[Ding!]
[Home construction complete. Reward obtained: Gentle Fist Mastery!]
A rush of energy surged through her body.
Hinata's eyes widened in awe as comprehension flooded her mind. Her understanding of Gentle Fist—its flow, rhythm, and chakra precision—had skyrocketed to an entirely new level.
It was as if the difference between a wooden stick and a steel pillar had been bridged in an instant.
Then, another notification appeared:
"Evaluation: 94.57 points.
Bonus reward: Select one — Byakugan Optimization, Neural Reaction Boost, or Strength Enhancement."
Before Hinata could choose, the virtual wheel spun on its own and landed on Byakugan Optimization.
Nothing seemed to change immediately, leaving her puzzled.
Then, new text appeared:
"Expand your territory and continue building your Homeland using the provided tools and materials.
Reward: 80 Divine Void Strikes. (Each section grants 10 Divine Void Strikes.)"
Her surroundings shifted.
The once modest hundred-square-meter space expanded tenfold into a sprawling thousand-square-meter plain.
The new blueprints showed far more complex structures—roads, a logging camp, a quarry, and even a steel plant.
This was no simple project.
Hinata studied the diagrams closely. Since her performance had been graded, she knew that the quality of her work directly affected her rewards.
A score of 94.57 was excellent—but perfection offered far greater returns.
To get the best reward, I need to give my best effort.
She spent time measuring distances, calculating angles, and planning the optimal construction layout before beginning again.
Her first target was the logging camp nearest to her original home, and she followed the blueprints down to the finest detail.
This time, thanks to her prior experience, her efficiency was significantly higher, and the results were nearly flawless.
When the camp was finished, all the wood in her materials library vanished.
"Hmm… Does each facility consume its own resource type?" Hinata mused.
Once the logging camp began automatically replenishing timber, she immediately started constructing roads and infrastructure.
Here, she never felt hungry, tired, or sleepy.
But unlike most, she didn't lose track of time.
In her previous life as an assassin, precision timing had meant the difference between success and death. Arriving a second too early or too late could have been fatal.
That sharp sense of timing remained with her—even now, in this strange familiar world.
…
Timing it perfectly, Hinata stepped outside. The morning air was cool and fresh, but as soon as she emerged, her eyes began to itch and sting.
Before she could react, her Byakugan activated on its own. The veins around her eyes bulged, making her reflection in the window look almost fierce—predatory, even.
"Byakugan optimization…?" she murmured, recalling the earlier notification.
A wave of pain and prickling surged through her eyes, forcing her to close them tightly. When the discomfort finally faded, Hinata blinked—and her breath caught in awe.
Everything looked different.
Her vision was sharper and brighter than ever before; her field of view had nearly doubled. Even more astonishing, time itself seemed to slow within her gaze—objects moved with a subtle lag, as if the world had adjusted its pace for her alone.
"So this is… optimization?" she whispered. "Incredible."
…Under the Night's Veil
Under the cover of night, the city shimmered with countless lights, appearing exceptionally prosperous and breathtakingly beautiful.
On the top floor of a towering building, a group of men sat in tense silence, locked in a deadly staring contest.
"I've dedicated half my life to the organization," a middle-aged man sneered, cornered with no way out. "And now they won't even grant me a retirement? How heartless."
His tone carried no surprise—only resignation. It was as if he had long expected this outcome.
The others exchanged silent glances before raising their silenced pistols and gleaming daggers.
"Sitting around waiting to die isn't my style," the man growled, his eyes flashing with defiance. "If you want to kill me, then be ready to die with me!"
Before the others could react, he lunged first.
"!!!"
A fierce yet soundless battle erupted. Within moments, the struggle ended. The middle-aged man collapsed into a pool of blood—alongside more than a dozen of his former comrades.
As his vision darkened and consciousness began to fade, regret clouded his thoughts.
Who betrayed me? Anyone with half a brain should know… We were friends once—good friends…
His final breath left him with a bitter sense of unfinished purpose and resentment.
When the cleanup crew finished, the rooftop returned to silence. Only the faint metallic scent of blood lingered in the cool night air.
…
"Hinata-sama! HINATA-SAMA! "
Voices echoed around her.
Hinata awoke from darkness, blinking against the light, her mind hazy and overwhelmed by the chaotic shouts nearby. Everything felt noisy, distorted, and strange.
Her thoughts were tangled; her memories were scattered like broken glass.
Who am I? Where am I? What… am I supposed to do?
The guards assigned to protect her exhaled in relief when they saw her eyes flutter open.
"Thank goodness! You suddenly fainted—it scared us to death!"
"Hinata-sama, are you alright? Do you feel any pain or discomfort?"
"We should take her to the hospital immediately!"
"If the clan leader finds out, we'll be in serious trouble!"
"At a time like this, can you stop worrying about that?"
Their anxious voices overlapped and echoed in her head, each word amplified until it became unbearable. Her mind buzzed like a swarm of bees, unable to process anything.
Overwhelmed, Hinata closed her eyes—and fainted once more.
"!!"
The guards panicked. They dared not delay another second, rushing her to the hospital where a whirlwind of medical checks and tests followed.
…
"It's nothing serious," Hinata murmured weakly when she regained consciousness again. "I'm probably just… overtired. I'll be fine after some rest."
When she opened her eyes this time, she was already back home.
Throwing off her blanket, she rose unsteadily and walked toward the mirror.
Her reflection stared back—familiar, yet foreign.
"This isn't… a dream?" she whispered, stunned.
While she was unconscious, something extraordinary had happened.
A soul from another world—an older man with years of experience and an unyielding will—had collided with Hinata's original consciousness.
Instinctively, both fought for control.
Although the man possessed the hardened mind of an assassin, Hinata's spiritual strength was equally formidable. The battle between their wills raged fiercely, neither side yielding ground.
But as time passed, both began to weaken. If they continued, they would destroy each other entirely.
Facing mutual annihilation, the two came to an unspoken understanding.
Neither wanted to die.
And so, they chose to merge.
Thus, Hinata remained the same outwardly—but within, she was no longer the same person. Her soul was now a fusion of two lives, two worlds, and two minds.
[Ding!]
[Integration complete. Homeland construction initializing…]
A mechanical voice echoed in her mind.
Before she could react, her consciousness was pulled into a vast, open space—roughly a hundred square meters wide. Dense fog rolled along the perimeter, hiding whatever lay beyond. There was no way out.
Before her eyes, a glowing interface materialized—a control panel with several tools and icons.
The toolbar held items like hoes, shovels, nails, hammers, and wrenches.
The materials library contained piles of wood and steel.
At the bottom corner flickered a question mark. When Hinata focused on it, glowing text appeared:
"Clear the weeds, build your home, and complete the construction using the available tools and materials.
Reward: Mastery of the Gentle Fist."
"…What?"
She blinked. With a thought, she withdrew back into her body. Another thought—and she returned to the strange foggy space.
It wasn't an illusion.
Frowning in concentration, Hinata—now with the mind of a former assassin and the instincts of a shinobi—began to work.
She started by clearing the weeds, then dug the foundation according to the blueprint displayed in the manual. Despite her confusion, her hands moved with practiced precision.
Time flowed differently here—ten days in this dimension equaled only one day in the real world. That meant she could work as long as she wished without worrying about time outside.
…
[Ding!]
[Home construction complete. Reward obtained: Gentle Fist Mastery!]
A rush of energy surged through her body.
Hinata's eyes widened in awe as comprehension flooded her mind. Her understanding of Gentle Fist—its flow, rhythm, and chakra precision—had skyrocketed to an entirely new level.
It was as if the difference between a wooden stick and a steel pillar had been bridged in an instant.
Then, another notification appeared:
"Evaluation: 94.57 points.
Bonus reward: Select one — Byakugan Optimization, Neural Reaction Boost, or Strength Enhancement."
Before Hinata could choose, the virtual wheel spun on its own and landed on Byakugan Optimization.
Nothing seemed to change immediately, leaving her puzzled.
Then, new text appeared:
"Expand your territory and continue building your Homeland using the provided tools and materials.
Reward: 80 Divine Void Strikes. (Each section grants 10 Divine Void Strikes.)"
Her surroundings shifted.
The once modest hundred-square-meter space expanded tenfold into a sprawling thousand-square-meter plain.
The new blueprints showed far more complex structures—roads, a logging camp, a quarry, and even a steel plant.
This was no simple project.
Hinata studied the diagrams closely. Since her performance had been graded, she knew that the quality of her work directly affected her rewards.
A score of 94.57 was excellent—but perfection offered far greater returns.
To get the best reward, I need to give my best effort.
She spent time measuring distances, calculating angles, and planning the optimal construction layout before beginning again.
Her first target was the logging camp nearest to her original home, and she followed the blueprints down to the finest detail.
This time, thanks to her prior experience, her efficiency was significantly higher, and the results were nearly flawless.
When the camp was finished, all the wood in her materials library vanished.
"Hmm… Does each facility consume its own resource type?" Hinata mused.
Once the logging camp began automatically replenishing timber, she immediately started constructing roads and infrastructure.
Here, she never felt hungry, tired, or sleepy.
But unlike most, she didn't lose track of time.
In her previous life as an assassin, precision timing had meant the difference between success and death. Arriving a second too early or too late could have been fatal.
That sharp sense of timing remained with her—even now, in this strange familiar world.
…
Timing it perfectly, Hinata stepped outside. The morning air was cool and fresh, but as soon as she emerged, her eyes began to itch and sting.
Before she could react, her Byakugan activated on its own. The veins around her eyes bulged, making her reflection in the window look almost fierce—predatory, even.
"Byakugan optimization…?" she murmured, recalling the earlier notification.
A wave of pain and prickling surged through her eyes, forcing her to close them tightly. When the discomfort finally faded, Hinata blinked—and her breath caught in awe.
Everything looked different.
Her vision was sharper and brighter than ever before; her field of view had nearly doubled. Even more astonishing, time itself seemed to slow within her gaze—objects moved with a subtle lag, as if the world had adjusted its pace for her alone.
"So this is… optimization?" she whispered. "Incredible."
…Under the Night's Veil
Under the cover of night, the city shimmered with countless lights, appearing exceptionally prosperous and breathtakingly beautiful.
On the top floor of a towering building, a group of men sat in tense silence, locked in a deadly staring contest.
"I've dedicated half my life to the organization," a middle-aged man sneered, cornered with no way out. "And now they won't even grant me a retirement? How heartless."
His tone carried no surprise—only resignation. It was as if he had long expected this outcome.
The others exchanged silent glances before raising their silenced pistols and gleaming daggers.
"Sitting around waiting to die isn't my style," the man growled, his eyes flashing with defiance. "If you want to kill me, then be ready to die with me!"
Before the others could react, he lunged first.
"!!!"
A fierce yet soundless battle erupted. Within moments, the struggle ended. The middle-aged man collapsed into a pool of blood—alongside more than a dozen of his former comrades.
As his vision darkened and consciousness began to fade, regret clouded his thoughts.
Who betrayed me? Anyone with half a brain should know… We were friends once—good friends…
His final breath left him with a bitter sense of unfinished purpose and resentment.
When the cleanup crew finished, the rooftop returned to silence. Only the faint metallic scent of blood lingered in the cool night air.
…
"Hinata-sama! HINATA-SAMA! "
Voices echoed around her.
Hinata awoke from darkness, blinking against the light, her mind hazy and overwhelmed by the chaotic shouts nearby. Everything felt noisy, distorted, and strange.
Her thoughts were tangled; her memories were scattered like broken glass.
Who am I? Where am I? What… am I supposed to do?
The guards assigned to protect her exhaled in relief when they saw her eyes flutter open.
"Thank goodness! You suddenly fainted—it scared us to death!"
"Hinata-sama, are you alright? Do you feel any pain or discomfort?"
"We should take her to the hospital immediately!"
"If the clan leader finds out, we'll be in serious trouble!"
"At a time like this, can you stop worrying about that?"
Their anxious voices overlapped and echoed in her head, each word amplified until it became unbearable. Her mind buzzed like a swarm of bees, unable to process anything.
Overwhelmed, Hinata closed her eyes—and fainted once more.
"!!"
The guards panicked. They dared not delay another second, rushing her to the hospital where a whirlwind of medical checks and tests followed.
…
"It's nothing serious," Hinata murmured weakly when she regained consciousness again. "I'm probably just… overtired. I'll be fine after some rest."
When she opened her eyes this time, she was already back home.
Throwing off her blanket, she rose unsteadily and walked toward the mirror.
Her reflection stared back—familiar, yet foreign.
"This isn't… a dream?" she whispered, stunned.
While she was unconscious, something extraordinary had happened.
A soul from another world—an older man with years of experience and an unyielding will—had collided with Hinata's original consciousness.
Instinctively, both fought for control.
Although the man possessed the hardened mind of an assassin, Hinata's spiritual strength was equally formidable. The battle between their wills raged fiercely, neither side yielding ground.
But as time passed, both began to weaken. If they continued, they would destroy each other entirely.
Facing mutual annihilation, the two came to an unspoken understanding.
Neither wanted to die.
And so, they chose to merge.
Thus, Hinata remained the same outwardly—but within, she was no longer the same person. Her soul was now a fusion of two lives, two worlds, and two minds.
[Ding!]
[Integration complete. Homeland construction initializing…]
A mechanical voice echoed in her mind.
Before she could react, her consciousness was pulled into a vast, open space—roughly a hundred square meters wide. Dense fog rolled along the perimeter, hiding whatever lay beyond. There was no way out.
Before her eyes, a glowing interface materialized—a control panel with several tools and icons.
The toolbar held items like hoes, shovels, nails, hammers, and wrenches.
The materials library contained piles of wood and steel.
At the bottom corner flickered a question mark. When Hinata focused on it, glowing text appeared:
"Clear the weeds, build your home, and complete the construction using the available tools and materials.
Reward: Mastery of the Gentle Fist."
"…What?"
She blinked. With a thought, she withdrew back into her body. Another thought—and she returned to the strange foggy space.
It wasn't an illusion.
Frowning in concentration, Hinata—now with the mind of a former assassin and the instincts of a shinobi—began to work.
She started by clearing the weeds, then dug the foundation according to the blueprint displayed in the manual. Despite her confusion, her hands moved with practiced precision.
Time flowed differently here—ten days in this dimension equaled only one day in the real world. That meant she could work as long as she wished without worrying about time outside.
…
[Ding!]
[Home construction complete. Reward obtained: Gentle Fist Mastery!]
A rush of energy surged through her body.
Hinata's eyes widened in awe as comprehension flooded her mind. Her understanding of Gentle Fist—its flow, rhythm, and chakra precision—had skyrocketed to an entirely new level.
It was as if the difference between a wooden stick and a steel pillar had been bridged in an instant.
Then, another notification appeared:
"Evaluation: 94.57 points.
Bonus reward: Select one — Byakugan Optimization, Neural Reaction Boost, or Strength Enhancement."
Before Hinata could choose, the virtual wheel spun on its own and landed on Byakugan Optimization.
Nothing seemed to change immediately, leaving her puzzled.
Then, new text appeared:
"Expand your territory and continue building your Homeland using the provided tools and materials.
Reward: 80 Divine Void Strikes. (Each section grants 10 Divine Void Strikes.)"
Her surroundings shifted.
The once modest hundred-square-meter space expanded tenfold into a sprawling thousand-square-meter plain.
The new blueprints showed far more complex structures—roads, a logging camp, a quarry, and even a steel plant.
This was no simple project.
Hinata studied the diagrams closely. Since her performance had been graded, she knew that the quality of her work directly affected her rewards.
A score of 94.57 was excellent—but perfection offered far greater returns.
To get the best reward, I need to give my best effort.
She spent time measuring distances, calculating angles, and planning the optimal construction layout before beginning again.
Her first target was the logging camp nearest to her original home, and she followed the blueprints down to the finest detail.
This time, thanks to her prior experience, her efficiency was significantly higher, and the results were nearly flawless.
When the camp was finished, all the wood in her materials library vanished.
"Hmm… Does each facility consume its own resource type?" Hinata mused.
Once the logging camp began automatically replenishing timber, she immediately started constructing roads and infrastructure.
Here, she never felt hungry, tired, or sleepy.
But unlike most, she didn't lose track of time.
In her previous life as an assassin, precision timing had meant the difference between success and death. Arriving a second too early or too late could have been fatal.
That sharp sense of timing remained with her—even now, in this strange familiar world.
…
Timing it perfectly, Hinata stepped outside. The morning air was cool and fresh, but as soon as she emerged, her eyes began to itch and sting.
Before she could react, her Byakugan activated on its own. The veins around her eyes bulged, making her reflection in the window look almost fierce—predatory, even.
"Byakugan optimization…?" she murmured, recalling the earlier notification.
A wave of pain and prickling surged through her eyes, forcing her to close them tightly. When the discomfort finally faded, Hinata blinked—and her breath caught in awe.
Everything looked different.
Her vision was sharper and brighter than ever before; her field of view had nearly doubled. Even more astonishing, time itself seemed to slow within her gaze—objects moved with a subtle lag, as if the world had adjusted its pace for her alone.
"So this is… optimization?" she whispered. "Incredible."
…Under the Night's Veil
Under the cover of night, the city shimmered with countless lights, appearing exceptionally prosperous and breathtakingly beautiful.
On the top floor of a towering building, a group of men sat in tense silence, locked in a deadly staring contest.
"I've dedicated half my life to the organization," a middle-aged man sneered, cornered with no way out. "And now they won't even grant me a retirement? How heartless."
His tone carried no surprise—only resignation. It was as if he had long expected this outcome.
The others exchanged silent glances before raising their silenced pistols and gleaming daggers.
"Sitting around waiting to die isn't my style," the man growled, his eyes flashing with defiance. "If you want to kill me, then be ready to die with me!"
Before the others could react, he lunged first.
"!!!"
A fierce yet soundless battle erupted. Within moments, the struggle ended. The middle-aged man collapsed into a pool of blood—alongside more than a dozen of his former comrades.
As his vision darkened and consciousness began to fade, regret clouded his thoughts.
Who betrayed me? Anyone with half a brain should know… We were friends once—good friends…
His final breath left him with a bitter sense of unfinished purpose and resentment.
When the cleanup crew finished, the rooftop returned to silence. Only the faint metallic scent of blood lingered in the cool night air.
…
"Hinata-sama! HINATA-SAMA! "
Voices echoed around her.
Hinata awoke from darkness, blinking against the light, her mind hazy and overwhelmed by the chaotic shouts nearby. Everything felt noisy, distorted, and strange.
Her thoughts were tangled; her memories were scattered like broken glass.
Who am I? Where am I? What… am I supposed to do?
The guards assigned to protect her exhaled in relief when they saw her eyes flutter open.
"Thank goodness! You suddenly fainted—it scared us to death!"
"Hinata-sama, are you alright? Do you feel any pain or discomfort?"
"We should take her to the hospital immediately!"
"If the clan leader finds out, we'll be in serious trouble!"
"At a time like this, can you stop worrying about that?"
Their anxious voices overlapped and echoed in her head, each word amplified until it became unbearable. Her mind buzzed like a swarm of bees, unable to process anything.
Overwhelmed, Hinata closed her eyes—and fainted once more.
"!!"
The guards panicked. They dared not delay another second, rushing her to the hospital where a whirlwind of medical checks and tests followed.
…
"It's nothing serious," Hinata murmured weakly when she regained consciousness again. "I'm probably just… overtired. I'll be fine after some rest."
When she opened her eyes this time, she was already back home.
Throwing off her blanket, she rose unsteadily and walked toward the mirror.
Her reflection stared back—familiar, yet foreign.
"This isn't… a dream?" she whispered, stunned.
While she was unconscious, something extraordinary had happened.
A soul from another world—an older man with years of experience and an unyielding will—had collided with Hinata's original consciousness.
Instinctively, both fought for control.
Although the man possessed the hardened mind of an assassin, Hinata's spiritual strength was equally formidable. The battle between their wills raged fiercely, neither side yielding ground.
But as time passed, both began to weaken. If they continued, they would destroy each other entirely.
Facing mutual annihilation, the two came to an unspoken understanding.
Neither wanted to die.
And so, they chose to merge.
Thus, Hinata remained the same outwardly—but within, she was no longer the same person. Her soul was now a fusion of two lives, two worlds, and two minds.
[Ding!]
[Integration complete. Homeland construction initializing…]
A mechanical voice echoed in her mind.
Before she could react, her consciousness was pulled into a vast, open space—roughly a hundred square meters wide. Dense fog rolled along the perimeter, hiding whatever lay beyond. There was no way out.
Before her eyes, a glowing interface materialized—a control panel with several tools and icons.
The toolbar held items like hoes, shovels, nails, hammers, and wrenches.
The materials library contained piles of wood and steel.
At the bottom corner flickered a question mark. When Hinata focused on it, glowing text appeared:
"Clear the weeds, build your home, and complete the construction using the available tools and materials.
Reward: Mastery of the Gentle Fist."
"…What?"
She blinked. With a thought, she withdrew back into her body. Another thought—and she returned to the strange foggy space.
It wasn't an illusion.
Frowning in concentration, Hinata—now with the mind of a former assassin and the instincts of a shinobi—began to work.
She started by clearing the weeds, then dug the foundation according to the blueprint displayed in the manual. Despite her confusion, her hands moved with practiced precision.
Time flowed differently here—ten days in this dimension equaled only one day in the real world. That meant she could work as long as she wished without worrying about time outside.
…
[Ding!]
[Home construction complete. Reward obtained: Gentle Fist Mastery!]
A rush of energy surged through her body.
Hinata's eyes widened in awe as comprehension flooded her mind. Her understanding of Gentle Fist—its flow, rhythm, and chakra precision—had skyrocketed to an entirely new level.
It was as if the difference between a wooden stick and a steel pillar had been bridged in an instant.
Then, another notification appeared:
"Evaluation: 94.57 points.
Bonus reward: Select one — Byakugan Optimization, Neural Reaction Boost, or Strength Enhancement."
Before Hinata could choose, the virtual wheel spun on its own and landed on Byakugan Optimization.
Nothing seemed to change immediately, leaving her puzzled.
Then, new text appeared:
"Expand your territory and continue building your Homeland using the provided tools and materials.
Reward: 80 Divine Void Strikes. (Each section grants 10 Divine Void Strikes.)"
Her surroundings shifted.
The once modest hundred-square-meter space expanded tenfold into a sprawling thousand-square-meter plain.
The new blueprints showed far more complex structures—roads, a logging camp, a quarry, and even a steel plant.
This was no simple project.
Hinata studied the diagrams closely. Since her performance had been graded, she knew that the quality of her work directly affected her rewards.
A score of 94.57 was excellent—but perfection offered far greater returns.
To get the best reward, I need to give my best effort.
She spent time measuring distances, calculating angles, and planning the optimal construction layout before beginning again.
Her first target was the logging camp nearest to her original home, and she followed the blueprints down to the finest detail.
This time, thanks to her prior experience, her efficiency was significantly higher, and the results were nearly flawless.
When the camp was finished, all the wood in her materials library vanished.
"Hmm… Does each facility consume its own resource type?" Hinata mused.
Once the logging camp began automatically replenishing timber, she immediately started constructing roads and infrastructure.
Here, she never felt hungry, tired, or sleepy.
But unlike most, she didn't lose track of time.
In her previous life as an assassin, precision timing had meant the difference between success and death. Arriving a second too early or too late could have been fatal.
That sharp sense of timing remained with her—even now, in this strange familiar world.
…
Timing it perfectly, Hinata stepped outside. The morning air was cool and fresh, but as soon as she emerged, her eyes began to itch and sting.
Before she could react, her Byakugan activated on its own. The veins around her eyes bulged, making her reflection in the window look almost fierce—predatory, even.
"Byakugan optimization…?" she murmured, recalling the earlier notification.
A wave of pain and prickling surged through her eyes, forcing her to close them tightly. When the discomfort finally faded, Hinata blinked—and her breath caught in awe.
Everything looked different.
Her vision was sharper and brighter than ever before; her field of view had nearly doubled. Even more astonishing, time itself seemed to slow within her gaze—objects moved with a subtle lag, as if the world had adjusted its pace for her alone.
"So this is… optimization?" she whispered. "Incredible."
…