Chapter 7: The Hokage’s Palace and the Ritual of the Shared Secret
The afternoon sun was beginning to set, staining Konoha’s clouds a vibrant orange that, for once, rivaled Naruto’s jacket. The village’s bustle was a constant murmur surrounding them, the sound of lives carrying on, oblivious to the secret pact they both shared.
“We’re almost there, Hinata!” Naruto announced, his voice overflowing with a contained excitement that seemed about to burst. “Get ready to witness the headquarters, the command center, the very palace of the future Hokage!”
Hinata walked beside him, her heart pounding in her chest. Every step they took together pulled her further from the cold, orderly world of the Hyuga complex and deeper into the unknown, chaotic territory of Naruto Uzumaki. The idea was both terrifying and the most exciting thing she had ever experienced.
“I-is… it very big, Naruto-kun?” she ventured, her voice barely a whisper.
Naruto laughed, a sound both energetic and carefree.
“It’s huge! In spirit! It has… uh… a very advanced security system!”
He noticed a couple of passing villagers glance their way, a mixture of curiosity and the usual disdain they always directed at him. But for the first time, he didn’t care. He didn’t feel alone. Instinctively, he slowed his pace, making sure Hinata didn’t feel intimidated by the stares.
“Don’t worry about the mess,” he added in a conspiratorial whisper. “It’s… a post-battle minimalist style. Super popular among future Kages, believe it!”
Finally, they stopped in front of a modest and somewhat neglected apartment building in one of the village’s less-traveled neighborhoods. Naruto climbed the exterior metal stairs with a noisy familiarity, his sandals clanking on every step. Hinata followed him in silence, her light, graceful movements a stark contrast to his racket.
Naruto stopped at a wooden door with slightly peeling paint and fumbled in his pocket for the key.
“Welcome to my humble abode!” he declared with the grandiosity of a king showing off his castle.
He opened the door and held it for her to pass. Hinata entered with timid hesitation, and the inner world of Naruto Uzumaki was revealed to her.
She felt a tightness in her chest.
The apartment was the physical manifestation of loneliness. A precarious tower of empty instant ramen cups was stacked on the only table. There was a single set of chopsticks, a single cup in the sink. A carton of milk on the counter smelled sour from the doorway. Clothes were thrown over a chair, and the only bed was unmade, its sheets tangled. There were no photos. No family mementos. There was nothing to indicate that anyone lived there but a child surviving on his own.
Hinata, who had grown up in an environment of suffocating neatness and order, didn’t feel disgust at the mess. She felt a pang of empathy so deep it nearly left her breathless. She saw past the chaos and perceived the overwhelming absence of a home. “This… this is his world,” she thought, and her determination to help him, to be his friend, solidified. It went from being an impulse to a silent oath.
Naruto watched her reaction, expecting a grimace of disgust or a word of criticism. He scratched the back of his neck, suddenly feeling incredibly self-conscious.
“Well, uh… it needs a coat of paint. And maybe a cleaning crew! Hahaha!”
But Hinata didn’t laugh. She turned to him, and in her pearly eyes, there was no judgment, only a soft, sad understanding that completely disarmed him.
“It’s… got a lot of character, Naruto-kun,” she said, and it was the kindest thing anyone had ever said about his home.
The comment left him speechless for a second. He quickly composed himself, his enthusiasm returning to fill the silence.
“Of course, it does! The character of a champion! Alright, let’s get to work! To the secret mission!”
He tried to sound professional, but his excitement betrayed him. He started clearing junk from the center of the small living room, creating an empty space on the wooden floor. He shoved a pile of ninja magazines under the bed and hid the tower of ramen cups behind the sofa.
“Perfect! The jutsu lab is ready for operation!” he announced, rubbing his hands together.
He turned to Hinata, his expression shifting to a mix of excitement and nervousness.
“Okay… now comes the part… you know. The important part.”
Hinata nodded, her own pulse quickening. She felt as if they were about to perform the most forbidden and powerful jutsu in the world, and in a way, for them, it was.
“Like I told you,” Naruto began, his voice dropping to a whisper despite them being completely alone, “the jutsu needs to… read your soul. And apparently, the best way to do that is through your back. It’s super advanced! So… if you turn around… and lift up your jacket a little… get ready to become incredibly strong!”
His enthusiasm was so genuine, so much like a child about to show off his coolest toy, that Hinata’s embarrassment was tempered by a strange sense of being part of an adventure. With her heart in her throat and her hands trembling, she nodded.
Slowly, she turned her back to him, facing the wall. She took a deep breath and, with a movement that took all of her willpower, she lifted her lavender jacket and the mesh shirt underneath it, just to the middle of her back, exposing her pale skin to the dim light of the apartment.
Naruto held his breath. In his mind, this had been an abstract idea, a fantasy of power and curiosity. Now, it was real. He knelt behind her, his mind suddenly blank.
It was then that the words left his mouth, unfiltered, without forethought, a pure and honest observation.
“Wow, Hinata…” he whispered, his voice filled with genuine awe. “You have a really nice back. Believe it!”
The compliment was so unexpected, so direct, and so incredibly innocent that Hinata’s mind went completely blank. A small, choked squeak escaped her, and she felt every inch of her skin, from the nape of her neck to her toes, burn with an intense blush.
Realizing what he’d said, Naruto blushed too.
“I-I mean, for the jutsu! It’s a perfect back for the jutsu! Smooth and… and with good space for drawing! Yeah, that!”
He bit his thumb harder than necessary. “Ouch!” A small drop of blood welled up, glowing with a reddish tinge from the chakra he focused into it. He wiped the sweat from his brow with his free hand.
“Okay, here I go. This might tickle a little.”
He extended a trembling index finger and, with extreme care, placed it on the base of Hinata’s back.
The world exploded in a silent blue light.
For Hinata, it was a warm, electrifying sensation, a tingle that spread up her entire spine, washing away her nerves and her shame, replacing them with a feeling of pure energy.
For Naruto, it was an avalanche of information. The blue window flooded his vision, but this time it wasn’t just text; it was living data, numbers moving and changing at a dizzying speed.
“Incredible!” Naruto whispered, his voice full of awe. “Your stats are super high! Dexterity and Agility are almost at G-Rank! You’re super fast, Hinata!”
[ANALYZING QUALITY EXCELIA…] [SIGNIFICANT EVENTS DETECTED: ‘PERSISTENCE AGAINST FAMILIAL SCORN’, ‘SOLITARY SECRET TRAINING’, ‘DETERMINATION TO BE RECOGNIZED’.] [CONVERTING QUALITY EXCELIA INTO ADDITIONAL ATTRIBUTES…]
[SKILL ACQUIRED] [LIONESS HEART] ACTIVE BURST ABILITY. ACTIVATES WITH THE WILL TO PROTECT AN ALLY. TEMPORARILY INCREASES ALL ABILITIES EXCEPTIONALLY. THE EFFECT IS AMPLIFIED IN PROPORTION TO THE IMPORTANCE OF THE TARGET TO BE PROTECTED.
“‘Lioness Heart’…” Naruto read in a whisper. “Hinata, you just got a skill, and it sounds incredibly heroic.”
[UPDATE COMPLETE. CLOSING CONNECTION.]
The instant he read the last line, he felt a violent pull in his gut. Energy drained from him all at once. The air rushed out of his lungs and he fell backward, landing on the floor with a thud, his vision filling with black spots.
From the floor, he saw a soft white light envelop Hinata for a second before vanishing.
Silence.
“Um… are you done?” Hinata’s trembling voice asked.
“Yeah… I think so,” Naruto panted from the floor. He was so tired he felt like he could sleep for a week.
Hinata adjusted her clothes and turned around. She saw him sprawled on the floor, and worry filled her face.
“Naruto-kun? Are you okay?”
But then she stopped. She looked at her hands, flexing them. She took a deep breath. An expression of pure amazement spread across her face.
“I feel… light,” she whispered. “And strong. I can feel my chakra.”
She walked over to Naruto and, without hesitation, offered him a hand. He took it. Her grip was firm, sure. She pulled him up as if he weighed nothing.
Just then, the blue interface flickered in Naruto’s vision again, this time directed at him.
[CONGRATULATIONS!] [FIRST BELIEVER ACQUIRED: HINATA HYUGA] [THE HOST GROWS AS THEIR FAMILIA GROWS. A CONNECTION HAS BEEN FORMED.] [HOST STATUS UNLOCKED]
A new screen appeared, detailing his own power for the first time.
NARUTO UZUMAKI LEVEL: 1 STRENGTH: H-105 RESISTANCE: H-120 DEXTERITY: I-75 AGILITY: I-81 CHAKRA POTENTIAL: I-10
[DEVELOPMENT ABILITY UNLOCKED] [FORERUNNER’S GUIDANCE] PASSIVE ABILITY. ALLOWS THE USER TO GROW ALONGSIDE THE MEMBERS OF THEIR ‘FAMILIA’. THE STRENGTH AND WILL OF BELIEVERS ACCELERATES THE GROWTH OF THE HOST’S BASIC ABILITIES.
Then he understood everything. It wasn’t a one-way street. When she got stronger, so did he!
An exhausted but euphoric laugh escaped his lips. The weakness in his body was overshadowed by an overwhelming emotion.
“Hinata!” he shouted, looking at her with a joy so pure it took her breath away. “Not just you! Me too! I’ve gotten stronger with you! We’re connected!”
He moved toward her and, instead of a clumsy hug, he grabbed both of her hands with a renewed energy that seemed impossible for someone who had just collapsed.
“I didn’t give you a power, we’re building it together!” he declared, his blue eyes shining with a renewed intensity. “This is the best jutsu in the world! We’re going to be the strongest team that ever existed! Believe it!”
Hinata looked at him, holding his hands, feeling his energy, his joy. Her own face lit up with a radiant smile. Naruto’s apartment, once a place of loneliness, had become the stage for a miracle. A shared secret now bound them in a way neither of them could have ever imagined. And in that small, messy space, surrounded by empty ramen cups, their true life as shinobi, together, had just begun.
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