The Villainous Rebirth of an Anime Heroine | naruto

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Sasuke was handling this way better than Naruto. Part of it was because he was naturally more cautious, but more than that, something else had caught his attention.

Ignoring Naruto completely, he walked toward the courtyard and took a closer look at the wooden pillar. The moment he saw it, his pupils shrank slightly, and a deep sense of frustration washed over him.

"What's with that smug face? Is staring at a pillar supposed to be fun?"

Arms crossed, Naruto glared at Sasuke, already annoyed. No matter how he looked at it, he just couldn't stand this arrogant guy. But then—he heard it. The sound of teeth grinding.

"Shut up, you loser! Just come here and see for yourself!"

Fists clenched tightly, Sasuke knew exactly why he was feeling this way. It was the shame of realizing that a classmate he'd barely noticed had already surpassed him.

Naruto frowned, clearly reluctant, but still stood up and walked over. "What the hell are you—oh, crap..."

His blue eyes widened at what he saw.

The pillar Hinata had struck just moments ago looked perfectly normal from the front. But the back—the side facing the courtyard—was an entirely different story.

The once-solid wooden pillar now had a gaping hole about the size of a bowl, as if it had been blasted by a shotgun. The edges were smooth, almost delicate, as if some explosive force had drilled through the front and blown out the back.

There was no doubt. This was the true power behind Hinata's attack. Even though she had hurt her own finger from the recoil due to imperfect control, the sheer force of it was undeniable.

"If she had actually hit you on the forehead just now... your head would've been a splatter of mush," Sasuke stated coldly.

His fingers instinctively brushed against the left side of his ribs—the spot where Hinata had struck him earlier. And it was obvious—back then, she hadn't even been using her full strength. If she had, he was certain his ribcage would've been shattered.

"Hinata... is really this strong...?"

Even someone as dense as Naruto couldn't ignore the facts right in front of him.

Their eyes met. Neither of them spoke, but in each other's gaze, they both saw the same emotions—frustration and confusion.

Since when?

Since when had their quiet, unassuming classmate become this powerful?

'Ah, since when, huh? About seventy-five days and nineteen hours ago, I guess.'

Walking through the streets of Konoha, Hinata glanced down at her bandaged right index finger. She was used to this kind of pain by now.

Ever since she realized she had been reincarnated into this world—into the body of the weak, fragile Hyūga heiress.

Honestly, it was ridiculous. A bizarre, unbelievable thing to happen. And of all the possible roles she could've been thrown into...

A quiet, simmering rage flickered in her eyes, and the corners of her pale-white Byakugan twitched.

Yes. The most unacceptable part of this whole mess. The thing she could never get over—

They got the damn gender wrong.

Why? Why did it have to be her?! It wasn't like she had asked for this! And certainly not like this!

Her left hand clenched so tightly that her nails dug into her palm, sending a sharp pain through her skin. But she barely noticed.

This whole thing felt like an insult. A joke at her expense. Maybe that's why she snapped at Naruto just now—why she lost control, let her emotions dictate her actions, and ended up injuring herself.

But at the very least, she wasn't stupid enough to let it distract her from what really mattered.

In this world, power is everything.

And power required resources.

Konoha's streets were as lively as ever. As the most stable and prosperous village among the Five Great Nations, its market was always bustling with trade. Moving with purpose, Hinata headed toward a specific street and knocked on the door of a small shop.

"Oh, coming. Welcome."

The voice from inside sounded sluggish, almost lazy. Hinata's eyes flickered with recognition. A moment later, her suspicions were confirmed.

"Good afternoon, Shikamaru. Looks like you're on shop duty today."

Behind the counter stood a black-haired boy with his hair tied up in a spiky ponytail. Unlike Naruto's energy or Sasuke's cold demeanor, this boy gave off a completely lazy vibe.

There was no doubt—this was another one of Hinata's classmates, Nara Shikamaru.

"Oh, it's you," he said, his voice carrying the usual boredom. "Can't be helped. This is my family's shop, after all. My dad's out drinking, so I'm stuck watching the store."

Shikamaru tilted his head slightly as he looked at Hinata. His half-lidded, lazy eyes narrowed just a little. "You got hurt again, huh?"

"You can tell just by looking, can't you?" Hinata replied. "I need the same herbs as last time—deer antler, red sage, tiger bone, and a few others. Crush them all together before handing them over."

She pulled out a wad of cash from her pocket with her left hand and placed it on the counter. It was obvious that this wasn't her first time buying these medicinal ingredients—herbs known for speeding up the healing process.

And as a member of the Nara clan, which specialized in cultivating medicinal plants and raising deer, Shikamaru's family was the best place in Konoha to get high-quality herbs.

"Man, you always go for the expensive, high-grade stuff," Shikamaru muttered as he lazily counted the money. "This is already your fifth time in the past two months. Not gonna lie, your training sounds like a total drag."

Even though Konoha had a proper hospital with medical-nin who could use healing jutsu, that kind of treatment was mild—it healed injuries without strengthening the body or causing lasting damage.

But using special herbs to brew medicine? That was different. Some rare medicinal mixtures could temper the body, making it stronger over time.

Even in a world with chakra, these methods still worked.

Of course, "tempering" wasn't painless. The process was excruciating—like being tossed into molten lava and reforged from the inside out. On top of that, the herbs were ridiculously expensive. Because of this, not many shinobi were willing to go through such intense physical conditioning.

And the better the herbs, the more expensive they were.

"Don't worry," Hinata said, lifting the bag of herbs Shikamaru handed her. "According to my calculations, I'll reach the next stage soon. Besides, I found a way to make some quick money."

She glanced at Shikamaru, who was resting his chin on his hand with a bored expression.

"Who knows? I might need your help, Shikamaru-kun."

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The Hyūga Clan—one of the most powerful ninja clans in the entire world. Their deadly Gentle Fist technique and unmatched Byakugan vision made them top-tier when it came to both combat and reconnaissance.

After the Uchiha Clan was wiped out, the Hyūga Clan even openly declared themselves "the strongest clan in Konoha." That alone was proof of their strength and pride.

But... every rule has exceptions. No matter how powerful a clan is, there will always be a few weak individuals born among them.

This generation's Hyūga heiress—Hyūga Hinata—was one such exception.

Her noble bloodline and status were undeniable, but when it came to combat, she was a failure. She struggled with Gentle Fist training and lacked any real fighting talent.

And then came her younger sister, Hyūga Hanabi. Born five years after Hinata, Hanabi was a prodigy—so talented that even the elders of the clan acknowledged her potential. She was so gifted that, despite being five years younger, she managed to defeat Hinata in a Gentle Fist sparring match.

After that, their father, Hyūga Hiashi, gave up on Hinata entirely. He shifted all his attention to training Hanabi instead.

After all, in a powerful clan, there was no place for the weak.

That was why Hinata ended up in the ninja academy. Normally, the children of the Hyūga main family didn't need to attend—they had the right to take the Chūnin Exams directly. Only those abandoned by the clan, those who received no training from their elders, were sent to the academy for basic shinobi education.

If nothing unexpected had happened, Hinata would have graduated like any other student, become a regular Chūnin, and—because she lacked talent—been branded with the Hyūga Branch Family seal. From there, she would have lived an unremarkable life, married some ordinary person, and faded into obscurity.

That was the path her father and the Hyūga elders had planned for her.

"People are born with a fate they cannot change."

That was what they believed.

And if things had gone according to the original story... maybe that's exactly how it would've been.

But seventy-five days ago, during one of her training sessions, Hinata collapsed.

And from that moment on, everything changed.

CRACK!

The sound of wood shattering echoed through the training grounds.

A girl with pale eyes stood motionless, her expression cold as she looked at the fallen training post in front of her.

The thick wooden log—one that could barely be wrapped by a person's arms—had a gaping hole in its center, the size of a bowl. The entire log had been split cleanly in half.

This was the result of her attack.

"Hmph," Hinata scoffed, flexing her fingers slightly. "In the original story, that dumb girl used these things to train her Gentle Fist, didn't she?"

Feeling the soreness and slight twitching in her fingers, Hinata let out a quiet huff. She was definitely annoyed. In the original story, Hinata always practiced her Gentle Fist on these wooden training posts, yet she almost never managed to damage them.

On one hand, this proved that these training posts were quite sturdy. On the other hand, it also showed just how poor young Hinata's mastery of Gentle Fist was back then.

But now, after just two and a half months of training, she had already surpassed her original self in terms of destructive power. It wasn't because of some major difference in talent—no matter how much her soul had changed, her body was still the same.

If there was one thing that made the difference, it was her method.

The essence of the Hyuga clan's Gentle Fist lies in two key techniques: "chakra control" and "precise chakra release." Chakra control refers to managing one's chakra flow with extreme accuracy, making sure every strike uses just the right amount of energy to achieve the intended effect.

This technique is known as "tenketsu striking"—using the Byakugan to see the enemy's chakra network and hitting their key chakra points to either seal their chakra or cause it to go berserk.

Chakra points are where chakra gathers, and depending on the amount stored, their defense varies. To successfully seal or disrupt an enemy's chakra flow, one needs pinpoint accuracy in chakra control.

As for precise chakra release, this is an ability almost exclusive to the Hyuga clan. Most shinobi can only release chakra from their hands and feet, but the Hyuga can control chakra from all 360 points across their entire body.

One of their signature techniques, the so-called "absolute defense"—Rotation (Kaiten)—relies on this ability.

To perform Rotation, the user must evenly release chakra from every chakra point across their body while spinning at high speed, creating an unbreakable wall of chakra that serves both offense and defense.

But controlling chakra from every point on the body at exactly the right intensity? That requires insane chakra control. Even the slightest imbalance would cause the technique to fail.

The difficulty level? Let's just say it's about as easy as getting a PhD in physics and engineering at the same time.

And unfortunately, Hinata's natural ability in both chakra control and precise chakra release was... terrible. She couldn't control how much chakra she used in each strike, nor could she efficiently release chakra from her body. No wonder she was considered completely talentless in Gentle Fist.

Some things just aren't meant for everyone.

Not convinced? Let's break it down with a simple formula for a tenketsu strike:

1. Suppose an enemy's total chakra is X.

2. You need to strike their Tanzhong (sternum) point, a vital spot.

3. The chakra defense at this point is calculated as:

4. Y = (X ÷ 720 total chakra points) + (X ÷ 108 vital points) + (X ÷ 36 fatal points)

5. To seal this chakra point, you need to strike with at least 2Y chakra.

6. To disrupt it and make their chakra go berserk, you need at least 1.5Y chakra.

Sounds simple, right?

WRONG.

This is just the basic formula. In real combat, an opponent's chakra flow is constantly changing. If Sasuke is about to use a Fire Jutsu, his chakra will naturally gather in his chest and abdomen, increasing the defense of his Tanzhong point to XZ.

After using the jutsu, his chakra depletes, making the defense X/Z.

And don't forget—the attacker's chakra levels are also fluctuating, meaning you have to account for an extra variable A.

Now, let's move on to Rotation. The formula is:

1. Suppose your total chakra is X.

2. To perform Rotation, you must divide X evenly across 720 chakra points.

3. Then, factor in 108 vital points and 36 fatal points.

4. Add in your own fluctuating chakra levels.

5. Finally, divide by the total activation time of Rotation.

And there you have it—a perfect Rotation!

Easy, right?

SCREW THAT!!!!!

THIS IS INSANE!! 

WHO EVEN THINKS LIKE THIS?! 

IS THIS A TECHNIQUE OR A MATH EXAM?! 

When Hinata first understood the ridiculous level of calculations needed for Gentle Fist, her face turned completely black. She immediately gave up on mastering it in the traditional way.

Even though she had reincarnated, she knew her limits—some things can't be overcome with hard work alone.

So instead, she chose a simpler, cruder path—raw power.

Even if her Gentle Fist technique was weak, she still had one major advantage—her Byakugan could activate instantly after reincarnation, and she had explosive chakra bursts.

The first part doesn't need much explanation, and the second part is easy to understand too—it basically means that while Hinata can't precisely control every bit of chakra in her body, she can release all of her currently generated chakra in one go.

So, knowing full well that she was terrible at subjects like math and chemistry, Hinata, in frustration, decided to take a completely different path. She stopped focusing on the precise control of 'Gentle Fist' techniques and instead went all-in on full-force attacks meant to be one-hit kills.

She would release all of her chakra through her fingertips in an instant, creating an explosive impact on her target. This technique was somewhat similar to Tsunade's monstrous strength. However, with the aid of the Byakugan, Hinata could channel the chakra even more precisely into smaller attack points, directly striking the enemy's delicate meridians and chakra points.

Who cares about controlling the force properly? If a single strike can punch a hole through the enemy, isn't that way more efficient than carefully sealing chakra points? And because the explosive impact would shatter the target like a shotgun blast, Hinata decided to give this move a nostalgic name—Burst Point Strike.

Of course, this technique had its downsides. Since her fingers served as the primary release point for the chakra, it was like concentrating her entire strength into them in a split second. While this made her attack power insanely high, it also put extreme strain on her fingers.

In just the two months since she started practicing Burst Point Strike, Hinata had already broken her fingers a total of seventeen times. Her visits to the Konoha Hospital in these two months alone were more frequent than in all the previous years combined.

But the results of her painful training were undeniable. At first, her attack could barely break through thick paper. Then, she managed to pierce thin wooden boards. And now, she could already punch holes in solid wood.

Of course, Hinata wasn't just torturing herself for no reason. She knew that the human body had its limits. That's why she needed special assistance to speed up her growth—like medicinal refining.

A copper basin hung over a nearby fire, its dark brown liquid bubbling intensely. A strong, spicy medicinal scent filled the air, signaling that it was ready.

With a serious expression, Hinata stepped forward, took a deep breath, and plunged both hands straight into the boiling medicine!

The pain was immediate and intense. The scalding liquid allowed the medicine to soak deep into her skin, but the sensation was as if she were being cooked alive.

Hinata bit her lip hard, drawing thin lines of blood on her pale lips. Beads of sweat quickly formed on her forehead, but a faint layer of blue chakra surged around her hands, desperately shielding her fingers from being burned to a crisp.

Medicinal refining was an ancient technique in traditional medicine. Many legendary warriors in history had undergone medicinal baths in childhood to forge bodies of immense strength.

Of course, their medicinal baths weren't hot enough to actually cook them.

But in the world of Naruto, where chakra existed, Hinata intentionally raised the temperature to the extreme. By enduring this process while simultaneously using chakra to protect herself, she not only enhanced the medicine's effects but also refined her chakra control in the process.

It was precisely these four refining sessions over the past two months that had caused Hinata's Burst Point Strike to advance so rapidly. Without them, given her natural constitution, it would have taken at least a full year to reach the point where she could break through wood.

And the cost of this progress? Astronomical. The ingredients for her medicinal bath—like tiger bone and deer antler—weren't cheap.

Two months ago, she first used up all the New Year's money she had saved over the years. Then, she secretly sold off some of her jewelry. And just as she was about to run out of funds completely, something happened—Naruto, during a transformation jutsu class, used his Sexy Jutsu for the first time.

And at that moment, inspiration struck Hinata like a bolt of lightning.

As one of the Five Great Nations' most prosperous and stable ninja villages, Konoha had an incredibly diverse marketplace. It had everything from ordinary goods to specialty stores selling books, magazines, and even video recordings.

Incidentally, when Naruto was practicing his Sexy Jutsu, he would often sneak into one of these bookstores to peek at adult magazines.

But ever since a certain photobook, The Fallen Shrine Maiden of Kannazuki, featuring his transformed female form, was released in that very bookstore, Naruto hadn't dared step foot in there again.

"Ahh~~ Lady Hinata, you're finally here! The last issue of The Fallen Shrine Maiden of Kannazuki was an unexpected bestseller! The higher-ups are really looking forward to this next issue!"

Behind the counter, a middle-aged man with a scar on his face flipped excitedly through an album. Without a doubt, it was the collection of photos Hinata and Naruto had taken at the ruins of the Uchiha compound yesterday. A full one hundred photos of Female Naruto, complete with a variety of poses and expressions, plus a special cassette featuring her sweet and seductive voice—truly a treasure for hardcore fans.

"Before we continue—who are you? The owner of this shop wasn't you before, was it?"

Hinata narrowed her eyes slightly, clearly displeased. Unlike the previous three transactions she had made here, the man before her was different. He was clearly a retired ninja, wearing a loosely draped kimono, with a pet squirrel perched on his shoulder, munching on a pine nut.

"Ah, that's right, I haven't introduced myself yet. Just call me Squirrel. I used to be a Chunin in Konoha, but I've retired now. As for this bookstore, I bought it fair and square. So from now on, I'll be the one handling the sales of these albums. I look forward to working with you."

The man, Squirrel, grinned as he neatly closed the photo album. Then, he pulled out a small box from beneath the counter and slid it over.

"According to our agreement, the payment should have been made in two parts, with only half as an advance. But Lady Hinata, you're no ordinary person, and these photos are top-tier quality. So, I made the decision to pay the full four hundred thousand ryō upfront."

Hinata scoffed lightly and tilted her head, a small but knowing smile appearing at the corner of her lips. As expected, 'otaku culture' in the Naruto world was still underdeveloped. If even a simple text-based novel like Icha Icha Paradise could be a massive hit, then an album filled with stunning cosplay photos of Female Naruto was bound to be a goldmine.

And judging by the situation, the people in charge of distributing these photos had already realized just how profitable this was. They had even gone so far as to use certain connections to replace the original bookstore owner with this guy. Now, with this move of paying the full amount upfront, they were clearly trying to win her over.

"Well, it doesn't matter who's in charge—as long as I make the money I need. But I'm counting the money before I take it."