December 21st, Konoha 54.
The second semester had slipped by unnoticed.
This term, the first-year students underwent a striking transformation. The first semester's academic classes and P.E. left them little different from pre-enrollment days, with no combat experience. The second semester's addition of taijutsu sparring forced them to grow through pain, shedding some of their naivety.
But there was a downside: it taught certain students to solve problems with violence.
Fistfights over disagreements, group brawls, or bullying flared up frequently. Tellingly, neither teachers nor the academy intervened.
To them, weakness disqualified one from being a ninja. Better to be driven out by peers and choose a civilian life than die on a mission post-graduation.
Thus, across grades and classes, incidents arose where weaker students attempted to bully the elite—like Itachi Uchiha, Neji Hyuga, or Sasuke Uchiha in their time.
These prodigies shared traits: striking looks, genius talent, aloof demeanor, and popularity with girls. Yet they shunned cliques, seeming to disdain both boys and girls alike.
Their lone-wolf aura grated on many boys, who yearned to teach them a lesson.
Without exception, these bullying attempts failed—often with the aggressors thoroughly trounced.
Getting beaten was one thing, but losing to one person in front of others was humiliating. Worse, the victor's fanbase would retaliate, ostracizing the bullies in class or across grades, sometimes even drawing senior students to curb the harassment.
This only deepened their resentment, extending to the prodigies' clans.
On this snowy day, after the blizzard subsided, Hinata no longer needed Izayoi's Ino disguise to leave home. Granted the privilege to go out freely, she hurried from the Hyuga compound to their usual meeting spot.
Bundled in a white snowsuit with a red scarf around her neck, her plump figure was utterly charming. At Izayoi's suggestion, she'd grown her hair over the past half-year, now shoulder-length. Tied into twin tails with ribbons, she planned to let it reach her waist before changing styles.
Her cherubic face, flushed in the cold, begged to be pinched.
To avoid detection, she didn't knock on Izayoi's door but waited at their agreed spot—an open area outside the Ninja Academy—a silent understanding between them.
"Is that girl related to Neji?"
"Those white eyes—she's definitely one of them."
"Let's go rough her up!"
As Hinata waited, she caught snippets of boys' voices. Turning, she saw three older boys, a year or two her senior, jogging toward her.
Malice gleamed in their smirks.
"Um… can I help you?" Hinata asked softly.
Her voice was gentle, but a closer look revealed no bowed head—just a curious gaze at the trio.
"Those creepy eyes, just like Neji's!" one boy snapped, as if recalling a bitter memory. "What are you staring at, you Byakugan freak? You've offended me—kneel and apologize!"
Hinata tilted her head, puzzled.
Hearing her cousin's name, she ventured, "Are you friends with Neji-nii-san?"
"Friends with that jerk?" another boy scoffed loudly. "We're his enemies."
"Kneel, say you're sorry, and apologize for Neji, or we'll beat you up!" the third demanded, reaching to grab her shoulder, intent on forcing Neji's kin to grovel and humiliating her.
Hinata's eyes sharpened as his hand neared. Her gloved hand shot out, index and middle fingers extended, striking his chest faster than he could react.
"Argh!"
Despite the glove and thick winter clothes, her fingers pierced like needles, drawing a scream as the boy collapsed.
In a blur, Hinata struck the other two. They yelped, crumpling to the snow.
"It hurts! Ow!" They clutched their chests, the sharp pain unrelieved.
Gazing at Hinata, they saw Neji's shadow—equally formidable, equally untouchable.
Terrified, they burst into tears, scrambling away in a panic.
Hinata tilted her head again, bemused.
She hadn't even injected chakra—why were they crying?
Were these really Neji-nii-san's enemies?
Clap, clap, clap…
Applause broke her thoughts.
Following the sound, Hinata's face lit up with joy.
"Izayoi-kun, you're here!"
"Looking pretty cool there, Hinata," Izayoi said, approaching in a matching white snowsuit. He gave her a thumbs-up. "That's how you handle troublemakers—swift and decisive. Hesitate, and they'll only get worse, maybe even make a habit of bullying."
"Mm-hmm!" Hinata nodded eagerly, ever obedient.
Watching her, Izayoi's heart swelled with pride.
In the original story, Hinata endured bullying from peers more than once. A noble heiress harassed by civilian boys was absurd, especially since she'd already begun Gentle Fist training.
To be reduced to tears despite that spoke to her timid nature.
Now, she'd turned the tables, making her would-be bullies cry. Izayoi's efforts had paid off spectacularly.
Through constant sparring, her shyness and fragility had given way to resilience. She no longer crumbled easily.
Her kindness remained, but she wouldn't sacrifice herself for others' feelings. Her strikes were now bold, her counterattacks instinctive.
Unlike the delinquent edge of the Limited Tsukuyomi Hinata, this version was gentle yet unyielding.
Transforming her in just six months filled Izayoi with a profound sense of achievement.
Thankfully, he'd intervened early. Had Hiashi and Neji shattered her spirit first, reshaping her would've been far harder.
Hiashi likely appreciated Izayoi's influence. Hinata's freedom to leave home was proof—a reward in itself.
"Let's go train."
"Okay!"
The two snowsuited kids headed to the abandoned training ground.
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