Hinata of the White Lotus

by froznx

On the verge of death in her fight against Neji, Hinata awakens an advanced version of the Byakugan. Now with the power of an ancient ally on her side, she begins to unravel the truth of their world and her place in it. As her powers and confidence continue to grow while facing off against increasingly dangerous foes, she becomes known as The White Lotus. This is her legend.

8. New Mission

Hinata of the White Lotus

New Mission

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Orochimaru's invasion had been deemed an utter failure.

That was the narrative that had quickly spread throughout the village. In the days following the attack, the air in Konoha was one of cautious relief, gradually shifting into celebration. The enemy's plans had fallen apart before they could be fully realized, and with their forces disorganized and lacking support from the outside, the invading shinobi were subdued with surprising efficiency.

Gaara's premature transformation had forced the enemy to reveal themselves too early, leaving them exposed. The barrier meant to seal off the Hokage was broken before it could serve its purpose, freeing Hiruzen to lead the counterattack. Orochimaru, the mastermind behind it all, had retreated into the shadows, empty-handed and humiliated. Sasuke, the supposed target of his schemes, arrived too late to be involved in anything, his chronically late sensei finally returning with him well after the battle had ended.

In the end, Konoha's forces had rallied, pressing the advantage into the forests outside the village. They found Orochimaru's remaining forces lying in wait, unaware that their plan had already failed. Without time to regroup or execute their strategy, the remnants were swiftly overwhelmed.

The Leaf Village had won a decisive and miraculous victory, one that left its defenders filled with pride. The word on everyone's lips was minimal. Minimal losses. Minimal damage. A flawless defense that demonstrated the might of the Hidden Leaf.

But for Hinata, minimal was unbearable.

She had retreated into the eight-trigrams dimension to escape the sounds of celebration echoing through the village. While others cheered for her, praising her for her courage, for breaking the barrier and changing the tide of the invasion, all she could feel was the oppressive weight of her guilt.

Kurenai-sensei wasn't there to celebrate. Her teacher, her surrogate mother, who had always stood by her side and encouraged her to believe in herself, lay gravely injured in the hospital. She had taken the blade that was meant for Hinata, and despite the medical team's best efforts, her condition remained precarious. Every time Hinata closed her eyes, she saw the blood pouring from Kurenai's wound, felt the warmth of it splattered on her hands and face.

"Chin up, Hinata," Kali said for what must have been the dozenth time, her tone growing sharper with frustration. The spirit floated cross-legged above the eight-trigrams symbol etched into the endless dark of the dimension, her glowing form illuminating the surrounding void. "It wasn't your fault. She made her choice."

Hinata sat at the center of the trigrams, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees. She didn't respond. She hadn't the last eleven times Kali had tried to reassure her, and she wasn't about to start now.

The scene replayed in her mind on a merciless loop: the sound of Orochimaru's blade piercing flesh, the sight of Kurenai crumbling but still turning to give her a reassuring smile, and then—Hinata's scream. It had torn from her throat, raw and unbidden, so loud that she hadn't even recognized it as her own at first.

Everyone kept saying it wasn't her fault. But how could it not be? If she had been just a little faster, a little more aware, Kurenai wouldn't have needed to protect her at all. She'd let her guard down at the worst possible moment, and her teacher had paid the price.

The words echoed in her mind, the words that every other shinobi spoke to comfort themselves after a battle: "Minimal casualties." Hinata hated them. Casualties weren't numbers, they weren't a box to be ticked off in a report. They were people. They were Kurenai. And if Kurenai didn't recover—if her teacher didn't open her eyes and smile at her again—Hinata wasn't sure she could forgive herself.

"You're spiraling," Kali snapped, breaking the heavy silence of the dimension. Her usual humor and calm demeanor were gone, replaced by something sterner, more desperate. "You're so focused on what went wrong that you're ignoring what you accomplished. If you hadn't acted when you did, the Hokage would be dead. Half the village might be gone. You saved them, Hinata."

Hinata's fingers tightened around her knees. Her voice, when it came, was low and trembling. "I couldn't even save her. It was my fault."

Kali hovered closer to Hinata, her ethereal form glowing faintly in the dim void of the eight trigrams dimension. Her expression, which was often playful or sarcastic, had softened into something serious and almost maternal. The usual twinkle in her pale eyes was subdued, replaced by a steady, resolute focus. She folded her hands in her lap, her purple and white shrine maiden attire rippling faintly as though moved by a non-existent wind.

"No, Hinata," Kali said softly, breaking the oppressive silence. Her voice was calm but tinged with regret. "This is my fault. I should have told you more about myself before now. If I had, you might have been prepared for the natural energy surrounding that man who attacked you."

Hinata didn't respond, her face buried in the gap between her knees. She sat in the center of the trigrams, her posture hunched, shoulders trembling faintly. The only sound was her labored breathing as she tried to steady herself.

Kali sighed and waited, her presence uncharacteristically patient. "Welcome back," she finally said with a light joke as Hinata slowly lifted her head.

Her face was terrible to look at—eyes red and swollen, cheeks streaked with dried tears. Her usually neat hair was disheveled, strands sticking to her damp skin. "What do you mean?" Hinata rasped, her voice hoarse and raw, as though each word cost her an immense effort.

Kali smiled weakly, relieved to see even this small flicker of engagement. "You've already noticed my appearance," she began, gesturing to her shrine maiden attire. "It's not just for show. In life, I was a Miko, a Shrine Maiden. My job wasn't just ceremonial—it was to purify the natural energy of the world. Like chakra, natural energy also has Yin and Yang. But sometimes, that balance tips too far one way, and impurities are born. Shrine Maidens like me are meant to cleanse those impurities. That's part of my legacy… and now, yours."

Hinata blinked, the words beginning to register. She straightened slightly, her hands resting on her knees. "Impurities…" she murmured, her voice tinged with realization.

"Yes," Kali confirmed, her tone darkening. "Impurities are rare, but they exist. They're distortions in the natural balance—violent, chaotic, and poisonous to the harmony of nature itself. It's supposed to be our job to find and neutralize them before they spread."

Hinata's mind immediately went back to the fight against Orochimaru. She remembered the sickening, cloying feeling in the air, the unnatural way the natural energy around him twisted and warped. Even now, the memory made her stomach churn. "Wait…" Hinata's voice trembled. "Are you saying that man… he was somehow using those impurities?"

Kali nodded gravely. "Not just using them—weaponizing them. He's not like anything I've seen before, Hinata. Humans can't typically interact with impurities. It should be impossible. But he… he's found a way to mix them with his own chakra, to harness their destructive power. Those four with him? They had marks on their bodies—did you see them?"

Hinata nodded, remembering the seals near their shoulders. "They had the same energy around them as him… but it was more concentrated."

"Exactly." Kali leaned forward, her expression growing more serious. "Orochimaru isn't just using the impurities for himself. He's found a way to refine them, to corrupt others and bind them to his will. This isn't just dangerous, Hinata. It's unnatural. Orochimaru isn't just your enemy. He's the enemy of nature itself."

Hinata felt a spark of fury ignite in her chest, mingled with the anguish she'd been carrying. The fire spread through her veins, fueling a determination that bordered on reckless. "If he's our natural enemy," she said through gritted teeth, "then it's okay to go after him… for revenge."

Kali's eyes narrowed in confusion, her head tilting slightly. "Revenge?" she repeated, her voice low. "Hinata, your sensei is alive. Why do you need revenge?"

"Kurenai-sensei is dying!" Hinata exploded, leaping to her feet. Her voice cracked with the force of her outburst, reverberating in the empty dimension. "That poison from his sword—there's no cure. She's—" Her voice broke, and she clutched her chest as if the weight of her grief were physically crushing her. "She's already as good as dead."

Kali's expression shifted, softening again. She floated closer to Hinata, her voice gentle yet firm. "Hinata… the sword of Kusanagi is dangerous, yes, and the poison it carries is almost always fatal. But…" She reached out, placing a glowing hand on Hinata's shoulder. "There is a cure."

Hinata froze, her tear-filled eyes snapping up to meet Kali's. "What?"

"There's a way to save Kurenai." Kali's smile was faint but genuine, a small light in the overwhelming darkness. "It won't be easy… but it's possible. And if you're ready to fight for her, I'll teach you how."

For the first time since the invasion, hope flickered in Hinata's eyes. "What do I need to do?" she whispered.

"You should look for the scroll written by the girl named Hinaki," Kali began, referring to the stack of scrolls Hinata's father had given her. "Hinaki was one of my reincarnations, several hundred years ago. She faced a situation very similar to yours. One of her companions was also wounded by the Sword of Kusanagi, and she found a way to save them."

Hinata's breath caught, her tear-streaked face snapping up to meet Kali's gaze. "She did?" she whispered, hope flickering faintly in her voice, as if it could shatter with a single wrong word.

Kali nodded, her expression serious yet warm. "Yes. Hinaki traveled to a volcano on a small island just off the coast of the Land of Fire. Inside the volcano's mouth, she discovered a rare flower called the Moonfire Blossom. It only grows in that specific volcanic environment, nourished by the balance of natural energy there. Its petals hold the key to neutralizing the poison from the Kusanagi's blade."

"A flower?" Hinata asked softly, her voice trembling. It was almost too simple to believe after everything that had happened. "That's all it will take?"

Kali's smile was patient and reassuring, her luminous eyes reflecting Hinata's doubt and determination alike. "It's not 'just' a flower, Hinata. The Moonfire Blossom is extraordinary—an embodiment of balance itself. It is both rare and powerful, the very antithesis of the chaos and impurities within the Kusanagi's venom."

Hinata felt her chest tighten again, but this time from overwhelming relief. Tears began to gather in her eyes once more, though now they were tears of gratitude. "I can save her," she whispered, gripping her knees tightly. "I can undo my mistake."

Kali's lotus-patterned eyes softened as she leaned closer, her voice dropping to an almost maternal tone. "Yes, you can. And you will."

Hinata exhaled slowly, the fire of determination igniting once more in her chest. "Where exactly is this volcano?" she asked, leaning forward, ready to act immediately.

Kali chuckled lightly, a flicker of her usual playfulness returning. "The details are all in Hinaki's scroll. She documented everything thoroughly—you'll find what you need there. If you get stuck, you can always come back here for guidance. I'm not about to let you stumble around aimlessly."

Hinata nodded, her resolve building. "Thank you, Kali." Her voice was steady, though the emotion in it ran deep. "Truly."

Kali regarded her for a moment longer before continuing. "There's one more thing, Hinata. Something that goes beyond saving Kurenai."

"What do you mean?" Hinata asked, blinking in confusion.

"Near that volcano is a shrine," Kali explained, her tone becoming somber. "It's one of the many sacred sites built to maintain the balance of natural energy across the Land of Fire. That shrine, in particular, acts as a focal point for cleansing the natural energy in the area, preventing impurities from accumulating."

Hinata's expression darkened as memories of the vile, corrupted energy surrounding Orochimaru flooded her mind. "Impurities," she murmured, her voice heavy with understanding. "Like the ones Orochimaru used."

"Exactly," Kali confirmed with a solemn nod. "Hinaki noted that the shrine near the volcano was already showing signs of strain centuries ago. If Orochimaru's experiments have worsened the imbalance, it's possible that the shrine has fallen into disrepair—or worse, has become corrupted. I need you to check on its condition and, if necessary, perform the purifying ritual to restore it."

Hinata hesitated, glancing downward. Her focus was still so fixed on saving Kurenai that this additional responsibility felt overwhelming. Kali, sensing her uncertainty, floated down until their faces were level. Her Nichiren Byakugan glowed softly, radiating understanding and compassion.

"Hinata," Kali said gently, "I know this feels like a lot. But you're the only one who can do this. You've already proven yourself as a protector of balance, and this is part of that legacy. Kurenai's survival is urgent, yes, but maintaining the balance is just as critical. You can do both. I believe in you."

Hinata swallowed hard, then nodded slowly. "Okay. I'll do it."

Kali smiled, the lotus in her eyes seeming to brighten. "I knew you'd say yes. You're stronger than you realize, Hinata. And now, you're on a path to becoming even stronger—not just for yourself, but for everyone who relies on you."

Hinata sat, her meditative pose mimicking her real-world form. "I won't keep Kurenai-sensei waiting," she said firmly, her voice steady with resolve.

Kali nodded, the faint glow of her form radiating approval. "Good luck, Hinata. Remember, if you need guidance on the scroll—or anything else—you can always return here. I'll be with you every step of the way."

"Thank you, Kali," Hinata said softly, offering a small, genuine smile. "For everything."

As she closed her eyes and prepared to return to the waking world, Kali remained where she was, watching her departure with a wistful expression. "Go on, Hinata," she murmured, her lotus eyes shimmering with pride. "Show the world the strength I've always known was within you."

When Hinata opened her eyes back in the real world, her mind was sharp, her heart steady, and her purpose unwavering.

Hinata jumped to her feet, wiping the dried tears from her face in a swift motion. Her resolve was firm now, her purpose clear. She strode to the corner of her room where her desk stood, pulling open the drawer with a force that nearly sent its contents spilling to the floor.

Inside were dozens of scrolls, some old and yellowed with time, others fresher, with crisp edges and unblemished seals. Each scroll carried the legacy of Kali's reincarnations, their lives chronicled in detail across centuries. Hinata's father had entrusted her with these records, a sacred duty that connected her to her past lives and the burdens they carried. One day, Hinata knew, she too would add her story to this collection—a responsibility that now weighed on her shoulders as much as the mission at hand.

She sifted through the scrolls carefully but quickly, her eyes scanning the intricate seals and faded calligraphy until she found the one Kali had mentioned. The name "Hinaki" was etched neatly on the outer casing. Hinata paused briefly, holding the scroll reverently before unrolling it on the desk. Her heart pounded as she skimmed the contents.

The scroll was meticulously detailed. There was a description of the volcanic island, a map with hand-drawn landmarks, and a carefully rendered sketch of the Moonfire Blossom, its fiery petals almost alive on the page. The instructions were clear, outlining not only how to locate the flower but also the process to distill its essence into a cure. Hinaki's careful words carried an air of urgency, as though she'd known her experience would one day be needed again.

Scroll in hand, Hinata turned toward the door, her steps brisk as she left her room. She moved through the Hyūga compound with a determination that startled even the elders she passed. Normally composed and hesitant, she now carried herself with a sense of purpose that drew glances from those who had watched her grow up.

Her thoughts were so singularly focused on Kurenai's salvation that she nearly ran straight into her father as she rounded a corner.

"Hinata?" Hiashi asked, his calm demeanor barely masking his surprise. He stepped back slightly, studying her with a raised brow. "You're out of your room." His tone was neutral, but she could detect the faint undercurrent of relief. Since the invasion, she had retreated into herself, shutting out the world, even her family.

Hinata froze for a moment before bowing deeply. "Father," she said earnestly. "I'm sorry for the concern I've caused you." She meant it. Her isolation hadn't just affected her—it had worried her family, especially her father and sister. The thought of Hanabi's worried face flashed in her mind, and she resolved to apologize to her as well when there was time.

Hiashi's expression softened slightly, though his voice remained composed. "No, it is alright." His gaze shifted to the scroll in her hand. His sharp eyes immediately recognized its significance. "Where are you going?" he asked, his tone cautious yet curious. He didn't miss the determination in her stance, nor the fire in her eyes.

"This scroll," Hinata said, holding it up so he could see. "It contains a way to save Kurenai-sensei. The location is far, so I may need to leave the village. I'm heading to meet Hokage-sama to request his permission."

Hiashi's gaze lingered on the scroll for a moment longer, his expression unreadable. She knew how closely he guarded the secrets of Kali's scrolls—how fiercely he had protected them from those outside the clan. Yet when his eyes met hers again, she saw understanding there.

"I see." Hiashi nodded slowly, his hand resting on his chin in contemplation. After a long pause, he said, "Do what you must. Returning a life-debt is a sacred duty. No one should stand in the way of that." His voice was resolute, and there was an unexpected warmth in his tone.

Relief washed over Hinata, but she didn't have time to dwell on it. She bowed deeply again. "Thank you, Father."

As she turned to leave, Hiashi spoke again. "Wait." His voice carried a weight that made her pause. He reached into his robes and produced a scroll of his own, its edges worn but its seal intact. "Neji has been asking about you. He seems concerned."

Hinata blinked in surprise. "Neji-nii-san?" The memory of her promise to him surfaced. She had vowed to speak with him honestly after the invasion, yet in the chaos and her subsequent grief, she had forgotten. The guilt pricked at her, but she pushed it aside—this mission had to come first.

Hiashi stepped closer, his expression unreadable as he held the scroll out to her. "This is your uncle's last message to Neji," he said, his voice low but weighted with meaning. "I have kept it safe all these years, waiting for the day I believed he was ready to receive it. I had hoped you would speak with him first, to gauge his readiness, to soften the edges of his anger before I gave it to him, but…" He trailed off, his gaze shifting slightly, his usual stoic demeanor cracking just enough to reveal a flicker of uncertainty.

He straightened, his voice steady once more. "I think the fact that he is willing to hear you out is proof enough that the time has come."

Hinata's eyes widened, her breath hitching as her gaze fell on the scroll. The simple, worn parchment seemed to glow with an almost sacred significance. It wasn't just a message—it was her uncle's final words, the bridge between the life Neji had lived and the truths he had long been denied.

She glanced up at her father, her expression a mix of reverence and disbelief. Hiashi, for all his usual restraint, placed a firm hand on her shoulder, grounding her. For a moment, he didn't say anything, but his touch spoke volumes.

"Go on your mission," Hiashi said with a rare gentleness. "I will speak with Neji. And when you return from your mission, you can share your truth with him."

Hinata nodded, gratitude swelling in her chest. "Thank you, Father."

With that, she turned and set off, her steps purposeful and her heart alight with resolve. Behind her, Hiashi watched her go, pride flickering in his usually stoic expression. His daughter had truly changed, and he knew now that the future of the Hyūga clan was in capable hands.

As Hinata moved through the village, she changed course mid-step, her initial plan to head straight to the Hokage Tower overtaken by an irresistible urge to see her teacher first. She owed it to Kurenai to visit, to face her, and to make a silent promise that she would fix the mess she had caused. Two days had passed since the invasion, yet Hinata had avoided Kurenai's hospital room, paralyzed by grief and guilt. But no longer. Now she had a chance to save her teacher, and she needed Kurenai to know she hadn't given up.

The hospital loomed ahead, its stark white walls and large windows casting a cold but serene glow in the midday sun. Inside, the polished floors reflected the overhead fluorescent lights, the quiet punctuated only by the soft hum of medical equipment and the occasional rush of footsteps. Nurses moved briskly through the corridors, clipboards in hand, their faces lined with exhaustion but focus. The antiseptic scent was sharper than usual, mingled with the faint coppery tang of blood.

Hinata approached the front desk and politely asked for directions. The receptionist's face softened when she mentioned Kurenai's name, a flicker of sympathy crossing her features. "I'll escort you," the nurse said, motioning for Hinata to follow. She led her down a corridor that was noticeably quieter, the air heavier. It was the restricted ward, reserved for patients in critical condition or those requiring intensive care.

The hallway was dimly lit, lined with glass-paneled rooms. Through the frosted glass, faint outlines of beds and medical equipment could be seen, but the shadows of still figures lying in them cast an ominous tone. Hinata's heart raced as they neared one room in particular, where a familiar figure stood just outside, his broad shoulders hunched slightly.

Sarutobi Asuma was leaning against the wall, a cigarette dangling from his fingers, unlit. His normally casual demeanor was replaced by a heavy silence. His beard was unkempt, and there were dark circles under his eyes. He turned when he heard their approach, his sharp gaze softening when he saw Hinata.

"Asuma-sensei," Hinata greeted, bowing slightly.

"Yo, Hinata," Asuma said, nodding at her but not moving from his spot. There was a weight in his tone, as though even speaking required effort. Hinata stepped closer, her gaze drifting to the glass panel he stood beside.

Through the clear pane, Kurenai's form came into view, and Hinata's breath hitched. Her teacher lay on the bed, her normally vibrant complexion pale and waxy. Sweat coated her forehead, her dark hair clinging to her damp skin. Her body trembled violently beneath the thin sheet that covered her, each breath labored and shallow. The wound where Orochimaru's blade had pierced her was visible beneath layers of bandages, overlaid with intricate sealing scripts that glowed faintly. Even so, the dark veins radiating from the wound betrayed the poison's relentless spread.

"Kurenai-sensei!" Hinata exclaimed, stepping forward and pressing her hands against the glass. Her voice cracked, echoing in the quiet hallway. She wasn't sure if her teacher was even conscious. Kurenai's face was twisted in pain, her lips slightly parted as though she were trying to speak but lacked the strength.

"Hey, calm down," Asuma said gently, placing a firm hand on her shoulder. His voice was steady, but there was an edge of sorrow that betrayed his own turmoil. "She's holding on. That seal's keeping the poison in check for now."

Hinata's head dropped, her hands trembling against the glass. "This… this is my fault," she whispered, her voice barely audible. She couldn't bring herself to look at Kurenai any longer. The image of her teacher suffering because of her mistake burned into her mind. "If I hadn't—"

"Stop right there," Asuma interrupted, his tone suddenly firm. He crouched slightly to look Hinata in the eyes, his expression softening. "You must know that's not true. Kurenai knew exactly what she was doing. She didn't hesitate for a second, because you're important to her. If she knew this was going to happen, she'd still make the same choice."

Hinata blinked, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes. Asuma straightened, running a hand through his unruly hair before placing it on her head. He ruffled her hair lightly, an almost fatherly gesture. "Don't beat yourself up. If you really want to help her, focus on what you can do now."

Those words snapped something into place within Hinata. She raised her head, her reflection in the nearby glass catching her off guard. Her expression was fierce, her lavender eyes alight with determination in a way she had rarely seen before. She stepped back and held up the scroll she had carried so tightly.

"I have information here," she said, her voice steadier, stronger than before. "There's a flower that can cure the poison. I'm going to the Hokage now to ask for permission to retrieve it."

Asuma's breath hitched, his usual calm demeanor faltering for a moment as her words sank in. His eyes widened slightly, the weight of her statement cutting through the fog of despair that had clouded his mind. Kurenai's life—a life he had been watching slip away, powerless to stop it—suddenly had a glimmer of hope.

A rare grin split his face, his rough features softening with something close to disbelief. He stroked his beard thoughtfully, but his movements were slower, more deliberate, as if he were trying to mask just how much this meant to him. "Well, I'll be damned," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion he couldn't entirely conceal.

He pocketed the unlit cigarette in his hand, straightening his shoulders with renewed purpose. "Alright, then. Let's not waste any more time."

"You'll come with me?" Hinata asked, her voice tinged with both surprise and relief.

Asuma nodded firmly, the grin still on his face but now tempered by a fierce resolve. "To the Hokage's office, yeah," he said, his tone brimming with determination. "The old man's swamped with post-invasion chaos, but I'll get you in to see him right away. Perks of being his son."

For a moment, he paused, his eyes meeting hers. There was something unspoken in his gaze—gratitude, trust, and a spark of hope that had been absent for far too long. "Hinata," he said, his voice quieter but no less sincere, "thank you. You're giving her a fighting chance. That means everything."

Hinata couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment that Asuma wasn't coming with her on the mission itself. But she quickly pushed that thought aside—his presence alone would help her get the Hokage's attention, and that was what mattered most right now.

"Thank you," she said sincerely.

Asuma chuckled and motioned for her to follow him. "Let's go. We've got a lot of ground to cover."

As they left the hospital, Hinata cast one last glance at Kurenai through the glass. She silently vowed to return with the cure in hand, no matter what it took. With Asuma by her side, she felt the first flicker of hope take root.

Hinata and Asuma walked side by side toward the Hokage Tower, weaving through Konoha's busy streets. Asuma took the opportunity to update her on the current state of the village, peeling back the veil of ignorance she'd cloaked herself in during her days of solitude.

"The damage from the invasion was minimal," he began, taking a drag from his cigarette before flicking the ashes into the street. "Most of the fighting was confined to the Chunin Exam arena, so the civilians were spared. But that's just the surface."

Hinata listened intently, her eyes widening as Asuma delved deeper. "The Hokage's got a mess on his hands. Sunagakure claims they didn't know Orochimaru was impersonating their Kazekage. They're getting a joint investigation to clear their name, but that's a delicate dance, politically. And Otogakure? That's a whole other can of worms. People are demanding answers about Orochimaru's ties to them, and it's not looking good for anyone."

Hinata could sense the tension in his voice, the weight of his concerns. But it was when Asuma hesitated before continuing that she felt a deeper unease settle in.

"And then there's the old man himself," Asuma muttered, exhaling a plume of smoke. "The fact that Orochimaru—one of his own students—was behind the invasion? People are talking. Questioning his judgment, his authority. He's under a lot of pressure right now, and if he's not careful…" Asuma trailed off, his expression tightening.

Hinata's heart ached at the thought. The Hokage was a figure of stability in her world, a constant presence like the sun itself. The idea of him losing his position felt inconceivable, yet the seriousness in Asuma's tone made it clear this wasn't an exaggeration. She didn't know what to say, so she simply nodded, her thoughts churning.

By the time they reached the Hokage Tower, Hinata was more nervous than ever. The building loomed over them, a bastion of power and tradition. Asuma handled the formalities, his blunt demeanor cutting through the bureaucracy like a blade. Within minutes, they were ushered into the Hokage's office.

The room was both stately and cluttered, a reflection of the man who presided over it. Scrolls and reports were stacked high on every surface, the weight of the invasion evident in the sheer volume of paperwork. Sarutobi Hiruzen sat behind his desk, his posture slightly hunched, a lit pipe in his hand. Despite the weariness etched into his face, his eyes remained sharp, his presence commanding.

"Asuma," Hiruzen greeted, his tone carrying a mixture of fondness and exasperation. His eyes flicked to the cigarette in his son's hand. "Must you smoke those awful things in here?"

"Come on, old man. It's been a long couple of days," Asuma replied, waving him off and dropping into a chair without bothering to stand at attention. "Besides, that pipe of yours ain't any better for you."

Hiruzen sighed heavily, shaking his head, but the faintest ghost of a smile tugged at his lips. Then his gaze shifted to Hinata, and his expression softened further. "Ah, Hinata. It's good to see you." His voice carried warmth, a stark contrast to the weariness it held moments before.

"Hokage-sama," Hinata said, bowing deeply before stepping forward. She presented the scroll, her voice trembling slightly as she explained its contents. She outlined the details of the Moonfire Blossom and its potential to save Kurenai, her words spilling out in a rush of determination and desperation.

Hiruzen leaned back in his chair, puffing thoughtfully on his pipe as he listened. When she finished, he regarded her with a mix of curiosity and contemplation. "So the Moonfire Blossom isn't just a legend," he murmured, his tone more to himself than to her.

"You've heard of it?" Hinata asked, surprised.

Hiruzen nodded, his eyes distant. "Yes, it was said to be the final ingredient in an elixir of immortality. Orochimaru sought it once, long ago, but he never found it. Hearing of it again now, under these circumstances… it's unsettling."

Hinata's heart sank, fearing he would refuse her request, but then he asked, "I've heard it only blooms under a full moon. Does the scroll confirm that?"

Hinata quickly skimmed the text again, her eyes lighting up as she found the passage. "Yes, Hokage-sama. It says the flower only blooms under the light of a full moon."

"Then you have less than a week to reach it," Hiruzen said, his tone growing firm, the authority of the Hokage unmistakable in his voice. "The area you described is far, but it's possible to make it in time if you leave today. Otherwise…" His voice trailed off, the unspoken truth settling like a heavy weight in the room.

Hinata's heart sank. If she failed to leave now, if she missed this chance, Kurenai wouldn't survive long enough for the full moon following the next. This was her one shot.

"Does that mean… you'll let me go?" she asked, her voice trembling with cautious hope, a fragile bloom in her chest.

Hiruzen nodded solemnly. "Yes. This is your chance to make things right—for both of us." His expression darkened, his gaze distant as he continued, his voice tinged with regret. "I failed to protect you and Kurenai that day. My hesitation, my emotions, allowed Orochimaru to get too close. I won't let my mistakes cost us any more lives."

His hand moved to a drawer beneath his desk. He pulled out a green Chūnin vest, worn but pristine, and placed it gently before her. The gesture was slow, deliberate, and the sight of it made Hinata's breath catch in her throat.

"And you'll lead this mission as a Chūnin," he said firmly.

Hinata's eyes widened, her hands instinctively clutching at her lap. "W-What? Hokage-sama, I don't—"

"You've already proven yourself," Hiruzen interrupted, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Your performance in the Chūnin Exams, your courage during the invasion—those weren't small accomplishments. Yes, mistakes were made, but leadership isn't about being flawless. It's about bearing the weight of those decisions and growing stronger because of them. You've shown you can do that. You're ready."

Hinata opened her mouth, but the words wouldn't come. Her heart pounded in her chest as doubt surged through her mind like a rising tide. Ready? she thought. She didn't feel ready. Could she really lead a mission, let alone one so critical?

Asuma leaned back slightly, his voice softer now, but no less encouraging. "Take the vest, Hinata. When Kurenai wakes up, you'll have good news to share with her. She'll be proud to know your first mission as a Chūnin was to save her."

Her hands shook as she stared at the vest. It was more than a piece of clothing—it was a symbol, a mantle of responsibility. Her mind spiraled with doubt.

She glanced up at the Hokage, his eyes unwavering, filled with trust. Then at Asuma, his expression carrying a steady reassurance she couldn't ignore. Slowly, she reached for the vest, her fingers brushing against the sturdy fabric. Its weight surprised her as she lifted it, heavier than she had expected, as though it carried all the expectations and faith they had placed in her.

She hesitated for a moment longer, her emotions swirling like a storm within her. Then, with trembling hands, she slipped her arms through the openings and adjusted the vest on her shoulders.

The fit was snug but comfortable, its structure stiff against her thin frame. Her sweater had been burned in an explosion days ago, leaving her in a plain, black top that contrasted starkly with the green of the vest. The dark hue of her top exposed her forearms, lean and toned from years of Hyūga training, and the Chūnin vest added a layer of authority she hadn't known she could carry.

Hinata glanced at her reflection in the window behind Hiruzen. She almost didn't recognize herself. The girl staring back at her wasn't the timid, uncertain Hinata she had been just a month ago. This girl stood taller, her shoulders squared despite the weight she bore. She straightened her back, drawing in a deep breath. The doubts still lingered, whispering at the edges of her mind, but she pushed them aside. If they believed in her, then she would find the strength to believe in herself.

"It suits you," Hiruzen said, nodding with approval.

Asuma smirked. "Damn right it does."

Hinata bowed deeply, her voice steady despite the tremor in her heart. "Thank you, Hokage-sama. I won't let you down."

The atmosphere felt heavier now, as if the gravity of her new responsibility had finally caught up to her. Hiruzen leaned back in his chair, his sharp eyes softened by the weight of recent events and decisions yet to come.

"With that, let's decide your team for the mission," Hiruzen began, his voice carrying the authority of countless years as a leader. "I'm right in assuming you'd prefer to have Inuzuka Kiba and Aburame Shino accompany you?"

"Yes, please," Hinata replied immediately, though her cheeks flushed at the thought of having to face them while wearing her Chunin vest. The very idea made her heart race. It wasn't that she doubted their acceptance—she trusted them implicitly—but the notion of standing before her peers as their leader was daunting. Still, there was no question they should be part of this mission. They had a right to fight for Kurenai's life, just as much as she did.

"Good," Hiruzen said, nodding with approval. "That leaves one spot open. Given the urgency of this mission, it's only fitting you choose someone you trust implicitly. I believe the Genin from your graduating class are still on standby. You may select one of them."

"Naruto-kun," Hinata blurted out before she could stop herself. The name tumbled from her lips so naturally, it was as though her heart had spoken for her. The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the faint scratching of Hiruzen's pipe against the edge of the desk.

"…Naruto, huh?" Hiruzen finally said, his tone laced with hesitation. "Well, I did say anyone from your graduating class was an option, but…"

"I don't understand." Hinata tilted her head, confused by the sudden tension in the room. "Did something happen with Naruto-kun?" The boldness in her voice surprised even herself, but her concern outweighed her nerves.

The Hokage sighed deeply, his age suddenly visible in the lines etched into his face. "As a newly promoted Chūnin, I suppose you're entitled to know more. During the invasion, Naruto displayed an unexpected ability to use Wood Style elemental manipulation."

Hinata's pulse quickened, her Byakugan almost activating reflexively as the weight of his words sank in. Naruto's sudden ability to use Mokuton wasn't an accident. It was a direct result of her aligning his and Asura's tenketsu. Something she couldn't just admit. Not without having to answer more impossible questions afterward.

"What concerns me," Hiruzen continued, his voice heavy. "Orochimaru conducted experiments long before you were born, attempting to create new Wood Style users. Now, with Naruto suddenly manifesting this ability, there are… questions. Connections we cannot yet confirm."

Orochimaru's experiments? Questions about Naruto? It made sense why the Hokage would be suspicious, but she also felt a rising unease in her chest. What had she unknowingly set into motion by unlocking Asura's dormant chakra within him?

"Why would Orochimaru want to create new Wood Style users?" she asked, her voice tentative but steady.

Asuma exhaled sharply, crossing his arms. "It's the Jutsu of the First Hokage, Senju Hashirama. He was a legend, capable of controlling tailed beasts and molding the battlefield to his will. A power like that… it's no wonder Orochimaru wanted it."

Hinata's mind reeled. She thought of the scrolls Kali had left behind and the entries of her past reincarnation, the girl who had befriended Hashirama. It all clicked into place. If that girl had done for Hashirama what Hinata had done for Naruto, then the connection was undeniable. Naruto's affinity for Wood Style was likely an echo of his past life as the First Hokage himself.

But she couldn't say any of this aloud. It wasn't her truth to reveal—not yet.

"Naruto's abilities are unprecedented," Hiruzen admitted, his voice solemn. "But there's no evidence tying him to Orochimaru's experiments, and his loyalty to Konoha is without question. Still, the timing of this revelation… it's unnerving."

Asuma smirked faintly, leaning back in his chair. "All the more reason to let him go on this mission. Keeping him cooped up in the village isn't going to give you answers, old man. Sending him out will help him learn to control his abilities—and prove he's nothing like Orochimaru."

Hiruzen's eyes flicked to Asuma, then back to Hinata. He studied her for a moment, his gaze piercing yet kind. Finally, he gave a small nod. "Very well. Naruto will accompany you. I trust your judgment, Hinata."

Hinata blinked in surprise, her pulse racing. "Thank you, Hokage-sama," she said, bowing deeply. Her voice was steady, though inside her emotions churned like a storm—gratitude, fear, and determination all vying for dominance. "I won't let you down."

As she straightened, her gaze dropped to the scroll in her hand. Its weight felt heavier now, filled with the gravity of her mission. Determination flared in her lavender eyes, steadying her resolve. Her first mission as a Chūnin would not fail. Kurenai's life depended on it, and she would see it through—no matter what it took.

Hiruzen gave her a small nod of approval, his aged face softened by a faint smile. Asuma clapped her gently on the shoulder as she turned to leave. "You've got this," he said, his voice low but brimming with confidence.

Hinata bowed once more, a gesture of respect and gratitude to them both, before stepping out of the Hokage's office.

The hallway was quiet, the sounds of her footsteps echoing faintly against the polished wood floors. Each step she took away from the office felt heavier, the weight of her new vest and the scroll in her hand pressing down on her. But with each breath, she forced her nerves into submission, focusing on the mission ahead.

By the time she reached the base of the Hokage Tower, the warm afternoon air brushed against her face, bringing with it the sounds of Konoha bustling in the aftermath of the invasion. The festive activities that had permeated throughout the village just days before were now a hum of rebuilding efforts. She paused for a moment, standing on the stone steps, her breath slow and measured as she tried to steady herself.

The weight of the Chūnin vest felt strange and unfamiliar, snug against her frame. It wasn't just a piece of clothing—it was a constant reminder of the responsibilities now thrust upon her shoulders. She touched the edge of the vest lightly, her fingers brushing the fabric as her heart steadied.

She mentally reviewed her plan. First, she needed to locate her teammates. Kiba and Shino were her first priority; they were likely with their respective clans or families, and she could count on their support without hesitation. Naruto would be next. Tracking him would be simple enough with the Nichiren Byakugan, as his unique energy left a distinct trail in the natural world, a beacon she could follow without much effort.

Once she had her team, they would need to prepare supplies for a week-long journey. Food, medical kits, and tools for travel were essential. They also needed to account for potential threats. While the mission itself was a recovery effort, the wilds outside Konoha were unpredictable, and enemy Shinobi weren't the only danger they might face.

The mission couldn't fail. Kurenai's life was on the line. The weight of that responsibility pressed heavily on her. Now, as a newly minted Chūnin, she was expected to lead this mission to success.

It felt wrong to think that she was the one promoted to Chūnin. She wasn't ready for this kind of responsibility. Of course, none of that changed what had to be done.

Hinata set out for the Inuzuka compound first. It was the closest one to her current location. As she made her way through the village, she was reminded of why it was she had stayed huddled up in her room in the first place. It wasn't just the weight of her failure, but the attention she was now receiving.

At first, she thought it was her imagination. She kept her gaze low as she walked, her thoughts on her checklist, but the whispers were unmistakable.

"That's her," someone murmured from a stall. "Hyūga Hinata, right? The one who fought Gaara and took down the barrier during the invasion."

"Yeah, Looks like she's a Chūnin now," another voice chimed in. "She saved a lot of lives. I don't think we'd have made it without her."

Hinata's cheeks burned, and she kept her eyes fixed on the road ahead. She wasn't used to this kind of attention. For so long, she had worked in the shadows of others, content to be overlooked. Now, it seemed every step she took was marked by praise or congratulations.

"Hinata-san! Well done during the exams!" a shopkeeper called out, waving enthusiastically.

Hinata bowed quickly, muttering a soft, "Thank you," before hurrying on her way. She hadn't done any of this for recognition, and the attention only made her feel more self-conscious.

A group of children playing with wooden kunai stopped their mock battle as she passed. One of the older boys pointed at her. "That's the girl who beat Gaara! She's amazing!"

"Whoa, no way," another said, wide-eyed. "She looks so normal!"

Hinata's steps faltered, and her face turned crimson. Normal was good, right? Normal was fine. But the children's words lingered. They had no idea how terrified she had been during that fight, how every second had felt like a desperate gamble to survive.

A woman carrying groceries paused to smile at her. "Hinata-san, thank you for what you did. My nephew was at the tournament—if not for you, he might not have made it out."

Hinata stopped, bowing deeply to the woman. "I'm glad he's safe," she said softly, her voice trembling with emotion. This was the kind of gratitude that felt both humbling and overwhelming. It was easier to fight battles than to accept praise for them.

As she walked further into the village, the encounters continued. Some people simply nodded in recognition, while others called out to her, their words ranging from polite acknowledgments to enthusiastic cheers. She could feel the eyes on her, the admiration and respect, but also the weight of expectations.

By the time she reached the Inuzuka compound, her chest felt tight, her pulse quickened by a mix of embarrassment and unease. She wasn't sure she'd ever grow used to this, nor did she want to. For Hinata, the drive to improve had always been about proving something to herself, not to others.

Standing at the compound's gates, she exhaled deeply, trying to push the encounters from her mind. Kiba first. Then Shino. Then Naruto. Keep moving forward.

With that thought grounding her, Hinata stepped inside, ready to take the next step toward their mission.

The Inuzuka compound was as wild and lively as always, a stark contrast to the structured, pristine order of the Hyūga estate. The faint scent of wet fur and freshly dug earth mingled in the air, and the rhythmic sound of paws padding against the ground came from every direction. Ninken of all shapes and sizes moved freely through the open space, some resting lazily in the shade, while others were training alongside their handlers.

Hinata stood at the entrance for a moment, taking it all in. Even after visiting the compound numerous times, she always found the environment fascinating. There was an untamed, natural energy here that was so different from what she had grown up with. It made her feel slightly out of place, but also oddly at ease. This was Kiba's world.

Clearing her throat, she announced her presence as loudly as she could manage. "Excuse me, I'm here for Kiba-kun." Her voice wasn't particularly loud, but in a place where sharp ears dominated, she didn't need to shout.

The first to answer her call wasn't Kiba but his sister, Hana. She emerged from a nearby training area, flanked by her three Ninken: Kuromaru, Kuroko, and Konomi. The trio were a stark contrast to Akamaru, standing tall and imposing, their fur well-groomed and their demeanor calm and regal.

"Hinata!" Hana greeted warmly, her piercing eyes immediately scanning Hinata from head to toe. Her own Chunin vest, worn over a simple mesh shirt and shorts, marked her rank and experience. She exuded a quiet confidence, the kind that came from years of handling both missions and her unruly little brother.

"I'm here to pick up Kiba-kun for a mission," Hinata explained. But Hana didn't seem to hear her at first, her sharp gaze still inspecting Hinata with curiosity.

"The vest suits you," Hana said at last, nodding in approval. "And that look in your eye… it's different. Looks like you've found your resolve."

Hinata blinked, taken aback by the observation. Hana, more than anyone else she had encountered today, seemed to look beyond the surface. It was as if she could see the changes Hinata herself barely recognized.

"Kiba was worried about you," Hana continued, tilting her head toward the compound's entrance. "He and Shino headed to the Hyūga compound to check on you. You should be able to find them there."

"Ah, yes. Thank you," Hinata said, bowing slightly. She hesitated before leaving, feeling there was something more she should say. Hana noticed her pause and offered a small smirk.

"Take care of my stupid little brother," she said, her tone light but carrying a deeper weight. Hinata blinked, the gravity of those words settling over her. Kiba wasn't just her teammate on this mission; he was someone's family. Not just Kurenai's life, but Kiba's and Shino's, too, were her responsibility now.

"I won't let anything happen to them," Hinata said, the words leaving her mouth with more confidence than she expected. For a moment, even she was surprised by the strength in her voice. Hana's smirk softened into a satisfied expression, her sharp eyes gleaming with approval.

"We're the same rank now," Hana said, leaning casually against the compound's gate. The statement caught Hinata off guard, and she looked down at Hana's Chunin vest, its edges slightly frayed from years of use. Hana wore it like a second skin, effortlessly projecting her experience and rank. Unlike Hinata, who still felt awkward and new in hers.

"Who knows," Hana continued, "maybe one day we'll even go out on missions together."

Hinata nodded slowly, a small smile forming on her lips. "I would like that to happen someday."

It was a simple exchange, but it resonated deeply with Hinata. The thought of one day working alongside Kiba's older sister as an equal helped put things into perspective. Hinata had been so worried about standing out as the only Chūnin among her friends that she hadn't considered the broader picture. Most of Konoha's forces were Chūnin, after all. She wasn't alone. She was part of a much larger team, one that extended far beyond just her immediate peers.

With newfound resolve, Hinata turned and set out once more, the warmth of Hana's words lingering in her chest. This time, her destination was clear: the Hyūga compound, where her teammates were likely waiting for her.

Hinata took the back streets of the village, weaving through narrow alleys and side roads to avoid drawing too much attention. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate the villagers' support, but the mission ahead weighed too heavily on her mind for idle conversations. As she rounded the final corner, the familiar sight of the Hyūga compound came into view—and just as she approached, she spotted Kiba and Shino approaching from the opposite direction.

"Hinata!" Kiba jumped into the air, waving his arms wildly as if there were any chance she could miss him. Akamaru barked his own greeting, perched atop Kiba's jacket hood. In contrast, Shino simply nodded, his understated acknowledgment no less meaningful.

Hinata jogged up to them, her heart lifting slightly at the sight of her teammates. These were the people who had stood beside her through every trial so far, and now they were going to help her again. As she approached, she caught the tension in their postures—Kiba's restless energy, his hand idly scratching Akamaru's ears, and Shino's stillness, the slight tilt of his head betraying his concern.

"Kiba-kun. Shino-kun," she greeted them formally, the scroll clutched tightly in her hand. The three stood just outside the compound gates, but she didn't invite them in. The gravity of her expression seemed to halt any casual conversation. Even Akamaru, usually quick to bound toward her, stayed in Kiba's jacket, tilting his head curiously as if sensing the weight of the moment.

"Congratulations on your promotion," Shino said, his voice steady and composed. Though his words were matter-of-fact, there was a subtle warmth beneath them, a rare flicker of pride breaking through his calm demeanor.

Kiba blinked, his eyes widening in realization. "Whoa, Hinata! You got promoted? That's amazing!" he exclaimed, a broad grin spreading across his face. For a moment, his joy overshadowed everything else, and he almost seemed ready to suggest they celebrate—until Shino, unusually direct, cut him off.

"We have a mission then?" He asked, his perceptive nature quickly honing in on the urgency of the situation.

"Yes," Hinata confirmed, holding up the scroll for them to see. "I've found a way to save Kurenai-sensei. There's a flower—the Moonfire Blossom—that blooms on a volcanic island near the edge of the Land of Fire. It only blooms during the full moon, so we have less than a week to get there." Her voice wavered slightly, but she pushed forward, her resolve strengthening with every word. "If we can retrieve it in time, I can make a remedy for the poison."

Kiba's grin softened, the weight of the news settling over him. He glanced at Akamaru, then back at Hinata, his expression shifting to something more serious but no less proud. "You've really changed, Hinata," he said, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "I was worried you were shutting yourself away because of what happened, but you've been looking for a way to save Kurenai this whole time? That's amazing!" He stepped forward, patting her shoulder roughly in his usual enthusiastic manner, but the pride in his eyes betrayed just how deeply he cared about their teacher's survival. "No wonder they promoted you!"

"This is indeed good news," Shino agreed, though his tone remained calm. Beneath the surface, however, his tension was evident in the way his hand briefly adjusted his collar—a subtle but telling gesture. He didn't waste time on further pleasantries. "I'll return to the compound to pack. Time is clearly of the essence."

"Yeah, me too," Kiba said, nodding as Akamaru barked in agreement. The determined set of his jaw made it clear that he was already prepared to do whatever it took. "We're gonna save Kurenai for sure!" He paused, glancing around as if doing a headcount and realizing they were short a full team. "Oh, are we bringing anyone else?"

Hinata hesitated, her gaze flickering downward for a moment as she considered her next words. "I still need to find Naruto-kun," she admitted, her voice soft but steady.

For a brief moment, doubt crept into her mind. She remembered Kiba and Naruto's match during the Chūnin Exam preliminaries—how fierce the fight had been, how disappointed Kiba had been in his loss. She worried that there might still be lingering tension, that Kiba might hesitate or make some teasing remark about Naruto's involvement.

But to her surprise, Kiba didn't hesitate. "Good. He's strong," he said simply, his tone firm and unwavering. The usual teasing edge in his voice was absent, replaced by a rare maturity that caught Hinata off guard. His expression softened for a moment, but his determination didn't waver. "Besides, the more of us, the better."

Hinata blinked, surprised by his quick acceptance. It wasn't just the respect in his tone—it was the way he said it, with genuine conviction. Kiba had grown too, she realized, his focus on saving Kurenai overriding any lingering pride.

"Once you're packed, please head to the south gate," Hinata instructed, trying to sound as confident as possible despite the lingering tremor in her voice. "I'll explain everything else once we're on the road."

Shino and Kiba exchanged a brief glance before nodding in unison, their unspoken agreement palpable. Neither questioned her authority, and that trust filled Hinata with a mix of gratitude and disbelief. She was still adjusting to the idea of being their leader.

Kiba thumped her shoulder again, this time more gently, the warmth in his grin softening the moment. His raw sincerity was clear, the way his amber eyes held hers striking a chord deep within her. It wasn't just pride—it was trust, unshakable and genuine. "Seriously, Hinata, congratulations on the promotion. I'm glad it was you."

"Agreed," Shino said, his calm tone belying the intensity of his feelings. "You've always been the center of the team. Whether you realize it or not, we've always gathered around you—even Kurenai-sensei." Though his words were measured, the intensity in his gaze betrayed just how deeply he believed in her.

Hinata stared at them, her mouth slightly agape, their confidence in her stirring emotions she had tried to bury. Her mind churned with self-doubt. "Isn't that just because I was the weakest?" she finally asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes flickered downward, her hands nervously clenching the scroll at her side.

Kiba frowned, his expression darkening at her words. He stepped closer, his brow furrowing in a way that was both protective and frustrated. He shifted his weight, crossing his arms briefly before dropping them again, as if searching for the right way to make her understand. His silence spoke louder than words: he didn't just disagree—he hated that she saw herself that way.

Shino, meanwhile, remained still, his gaze unwavering as he studied her intently. He exhaled softly, a deliberate sound that conveyed patience rather than reproach. His posture straightened ever so slightly, as though he wanted his presence alone to be a reassurance.

When Kiba finally spoke, his voice carried the sincerity Hinata hadn't expected. "Is that how you saw it? I always thought it was because you're kind. You're the one who holds us together."

Shino nodded in agreement, his slow, deliberate movements emphasizing his unshaken belief. His calm, composed tone belied the intensity in his stance, the way his chin tilted upward as if to say there was no room for doubt.

Hinata's chest tightened as their words settled over her, filling the quiet space where her insecurities had thrived. For a moment, she couldn't meet their eyes, her fingers clutching the edge of the scroll like a lifeline. But when she finally looked up, the truth of their conviction struck her like a wave.

"Kiba-kun… Shino-kun…" Her voice trembled, emotion brimming in her lavender eyes. Overcome, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around them both in a rare, unguarded gesture.

Kiba stiffened, startled by her sudden closeness, but his surprise quickly melted into a wide grin. He patted her back awkwardly but firmly, his touch light yet reassuring, as though he wanted her to feel his support without overwhelming her.

Shino didn't move at first, his usual composure unbroken, but the subtle incline of his head spoke of his quiet understanding. His presence was steady and grounding, a silent acknowledgment of her gratitude and an affirmation of their bond as a team.

When they finally parted, Hinata stepped back, wiping her eyes quickly with the edge of her sleeve. Kiba tilted his head, his grin softening but never faltering, while Shino adjusted his glasses with a deliberate, measured motion, his approval clear without a word.

This wasn't just her mission—it was theirs. Together, they were going to save Kurenai, no matter what it took.

As the three exchanged nods of determination, they turned to prepare for the journey ahead, their steps purposeful and united. For the first time, Hinata felt not just the weight of her leadership but the strength of the team that stood behind her, unwavering in their belief in who she was—and who she could become.

Hinata entered the Hyūga compound, the familiar silence enveloped her, but it felt heavier with the weight of her mission pressed down on her shoulders with every step, the gravity of what lay ahead clouding her thoughts. For a fleeting moment, she considered skipping a proper farewell to her sister, thinking it might save precious time. But as a memory of Hanabi's face during the invasion flashed in her mind—her wide, fearful eyes and trembling lips—Hinata knew she couldn't leave without saying goodbye.

Her feet carried her toward the training room, the familiar halls of the Hyūga compound quiet and serene under the evening light. As she approached, she heard the rhythmic sound of practiced strikes, the sharp impact of palm against air. Peering into the room, Hinata found Hanabi, her younger sister's small form a blur of motion as she moved with fierce determination.

Hanabi's strikes were sharp, precise, each movement carrying the unmistakable discipline of a Hyūga prodigy. Though still young, her potential was undeniable. Her small frame radiated confidence and focus, her brow furrowed with concentration as she repeated each technique with relentless dedication.

Hinata lingered in the doorway for a moment, watching her sister's tireless effort. Pride swelled in her chest, mingling with a bittersweet pang of sadness. She couldn't help but marvel at how far Hanabi had come, yet the thought of leaving her, even for a short time, tugged at her heart.

"Hanabi," she called gently, her voice breaking the quiet rhythm of training.

Hanabi froze mid-strike, spinning toward the sound of her sister's voice. Her expression lit up instantly, the intensity on her face melting into pure, unguarded joy.

"Nee-sama! You're finally out of your room!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement as she abandoned her stance and ran toward Hinata. Her enthusiasm was unrestrained, the kind of boundless energy only a younger sibling could exude.

Hinata knelt to Hanabi's height, resting a hand lightly on her shoulder. The warmth of her sister's smile was infectious, and Hinata returned it, though it carried a weight of its own. She hesitated for a moment, gathering her thoughts before speaking.

"I'm leaving on a mission," she said softly, her tone measured but kind. "It's to help Kurenai-sensei. I might be gone for a couple of weeks."

Hanabi's eyes widened, the excitement draining from her face as worry crept in. "Will it be dangerous?" she asked, her voice small but steady.

Hinata hesitated, the truth catching in her throat. She couldn't bring herself to lie—not to Hanabi. Slowly, she nodded. "It might be," she admitted, her voice calm despite the unease twisting in her chest. "But I'll come back. I promise."

Hanabi's gaze locked onto hers, unblinking and resolute. Her small fists clenched at her sides, her expression hardening into something fierce and determined. "You were amazing in the ring!" she said firmly, her voice carrying a maturity far beyond her years. "You're strong now, so your mission will definitely succeed!"

Hinata's heart swelled at her sister's unwavering faith. The fierce pride and belief shining in Hanabi's eyes were more powerful than any reassurance she could have given herself. Without thinking, she reached out and pulled Hanabi into a warm hug, her arms wrapping protectively around her.

Hanabi buried her face in Hinata's shoulder, her small frame trembling ever so slightly. But her words, when they came, were steady. "You have to come back, Nee-sama. Promise me you will."

"I will, Hanabi," Hinata whispered, her voice soft yet filled with conviction. She gently rested her cheek against Hanabi's head, drawing strength from the closeness of the moment. "I'll definitely make sure this mission succeeds—for Kurenai-sensei and for myself."

As Hinata rose to leave, Hanabi's small hand darted out, grabbing hers firmly. The sudden grip startled her, and she turned back to meet her sister's gaze. Hanabi's eyes glistened—not with tears, but with pride and admiration.

"Nee-sama… you've really changed," Hanabi said, her voice quiet yet full of awe. "You're different now, and I hope to be like you are someday. Also… congratulations on your promotion."

Hinata blinked, momentarily stunned by the depth of her sister's words. Slowly, she squeezed Hanabi's hand, her lips curving into a gentle, heartfelt smile. "Thank you, Hanabi," she said softly, her voice tinged with emotion. "I'll see you soon."

Releasing her sister's hand, Hinata turned and walked away, her steps purposeful yet heavy with the weight of her mission. Each step felt more significant than the last, the love and belief in her sister's voice resonating in her heart. Hanabi's unwavering faith in her was a source of strength she hadn't known she needed.

This mission wasn't just about saving Kurenai. It was about proving to herself that she could protect, lead, and be the sister Hanabi deserved. As the compound gates closed behind her, Hinata straightened her back, her resolve solidifying with every breath. She would succeed—no matter what it took.

Hinata activated the Nichiren Byakugan, the familiar sensation of heightened clarity washing over her. With the technique active, she focused on the task at hand: finding Naruto and informing him about the mission.

As the vivid threads of natural energy illuminated her vision, a new thought slipped into her mind, unbidden. She was about to go on a mission with Naruto. The realization made her heartbeat quicken, her chest tightening in an odd mixture of excitement and nerves. So much had been happening lately—her promotion, the mission, Kurenai's condition—there hadn't been a moment to dwell on the fact that she would be working side by side with her crush.

She stopped for a moment and took a deep, steadying breath. She reminded herself that this was a mission to save her teacher, and nothing else mattered right now. And yet, she couldn't completely banish the spark of joy at the idea of spending so much time with him. Hinata bit her lip, silently cursing her emotions. She couldn't afford to let her priorities get tangled. This mission had no room for personal distractions.

Shaking her head, she refocused on her search. Tracing Asura's chakra proved to be a delicate task, but eventually, she caught the faint thread connecting Kali's energy to her cousin's. The connection seemed distant but unmistakable, like a single thread of golden light winding through the fabric of the natural world.

Her thoughts wandered as she followed the thread, curiosity bubbling to the surface. Kali had spoken about her own reincarnations and her purpose: purifying impurities and helping Asura with his task. Yet, what exactly was that task? Hinata realized she didn't know, not really. If she and Kali were tied to some grand purpose, then surely Naruto and Asura shared something similar. But what? Naruto didn't even know about his connection to Asura yet, and it made her wonder how he would react when he eventually learned the truth.

And then there was the lingering question of whether others like them existed. Were there more people tied to Kali, Asura, and this mysterious cycle of reincarnation? The more she thought about it, the more questions seemed to pile up. She made a mental note to ask Kali about it the next time she meditated—assuming the mission didn't demand her full attention in the coming days.

The faint pull of Asura's energy grew stronger, and Hinata quickened her pace. It was leading her toward Naruto's home. She hesitated briefly, realizing that although she knew the general direction of his apartment, she had never been there before. She wondered if she would need an excuse for how she found him, but then dismissed the thought just as quickly. Naruto wasn't the type to question those kinds of details—especially not when it came to a mission.

Reaffirming her focus, Hinata continued forward, her steps light but purposeful. There wasn't time to let her nerves or distractions hold her back. Naruto was waiting, and they had a mission to prepare for.

As Hinata moved through the narrow backstreets, she became acutely aware of two figures walking toward her from the opposite direction. They were shrouded in an oppressive presence that made the air feel heavy, her heartbeat quickening instinctively. She couldn't immediately pinpoint why she felt so uneasy, but the very chakra around them made her stomach churn. This wasn't just power; it was something deeper, something more inherently wrong. These two were dangerous.

They moved like predators, silent and composed, their steps precise and measured. Even the natural energy around them seemed to bend subtly to their movements, disturbed only slightly as though the world itself was unwilling to resist them. They weren't just strong—they were like forces of nature, moving with a terrifying fluidity that set them apart from anything Hinata had ever encountered.

As the figures drew closer, Hinata stopped walking, instinctively pressing her back against the wall to give them room to pass. The backstreets were too narrow for both groups to continue without brushing against one another, and she had no intention of drawing their attention unnecessarily. She forced herself to keep her breathing steady, though every fiber of her being screamed for her to run.

Up close, their appearance was even more unsettling. Both figures were cloaked in long, black robes adorned with crimson clouds, a pattern that seemed almost ominous in its simplicity. Their heads were bowed beneath traditional straw hats, the dangling threads of cloth concealing their faces entirely. The smaller of the two, while not short, was overshadowed by his towering companion. The taller man's frame was massive, the hunch of his shoulders and the bulk of his body suggesting immense physical strength.

As they passed, Hinata caught the faintest glimpse of something under the taller man's cloak—a hint of azure skin, something not quite human. Her stomach tightened. What were they?

The oppressive atmosphere followed them like a shadow, and despite her Byakugan's capabilities, Hinata dared not use it to look beneath their hats or cloaks. It felt like a transgression that would shatter the fragile truce of their silence. Instead, she kept her eyes down, her hands trembling as they clenched into fists at her sides.

The moment they passed, Hinata released a shaky breath, her knees nearly buckling under the weight of her fear. She waited until they were a few steps ahead before daring to move, only to freeze again when the shorter of the two spoke.

"You're a Hyūga of the main branch?" His voice was calm, almost conversational, yet it sent a chill down her spine. It was youthful, but there was an unsettling edge to it, a sharpness that belied his tone. Whoever he was, he couldn't have been much older than Kiba's sister, yet his presence felt immeasurable, boundless.

Hinata hesitated, her thoughts racing. Should she answer? Should she run? The street was too narrow to give her any real chance of escape, and something told her that any sudden movements would be a grave mistake. Slowly, she turned her head slightly, though she didn't dare face him fully.

"Yes," she said, her voice trembling despite her best efforts. The word came out cracked, betraying her fear. She could hear the taller man chuckle, his voice deep and gravelly, carrying a sinister amusement.

"I see," the younger man replied, his tone almost polite. "Your Byakugan is unique, so I just wondered…" His words hung in the air, heavy with implication. Hinata's breath hitched. He knew. Somehow, this stranger could tell that her Nichiren Byakugan wasn't like the others. The faint bloom of the lotus in her irises, subtle to most, had been immediately apparent to him. That realization made her blood run cold.

How could he have known?

Hinata's body tensed, her instincts screaming for her to act, to do something. But as if sensing her turmoil, the young man continued, his voice softening slightly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to pry. I was just curious. Things seem to have changed a little in the village." His words were oddly casual, almost disarming, as though he was reminiscing about a place he once knew. Then, without further explanation, he began walking again, his companion trailing behind him with a guttural chuckle.

Hinata stayed frozen, her back pressed against the wall until the sound of their footsteps faded into the distance. Her breath came in shallow gasps, her body trembling uncontrollably. What had just happened? Who were they? And why had the younger one's voice carried the faintest trace of familiarity with Konoha?

Finally regaining some control over herself, Hinata straightened and resumed her path, her legs unsteady beneath her. She couldn't shake the feeling that she had just narrowly escaped something unspeakable. The encounter had left her rattled, her thoughts scattered. There was something off about those two—something she couldn't quite put into words.

As she reached Naruto's apartment door, she forced herself to take a deep breath and refocus. Whatever that encounter had been, it was over now. She had a mission to prepare for, and her team—and Kurenai—were counting on her.

As she stood outside Naruto's door, Hinata took a deep breath, steeling herself. She hadn't seen him since the tournament ended, and even then, their last conversation had been hurried. Naruto never got the chance to fight Sasuke, and the promise they'd made to meet in the finals went unfulfilled—not that it was their fault. The invasion had cut everything short. She could only hope that the Hokage was right, and the prospect of a mission would lift his spirits.

Raising her hand, she knocked softly at first, waiting for a response. When none came, she hesitated, then shifted the vision of her Nichiren Byakugan. Inside, Naruto was sprawled on his bed, dead asleep. She almost laughed, her hand covering her mouth to stifle a small giggle. He looked so peaceful, sprawled out in a tangled mess of blankets, a corner of his pillow shoved under his chin. Shaking her head, she knocked again, harder this time.

From inside, she heard a muffled groan and the rustle of fabric as Naruto stirred. After a moment, the sound of sluggish footsteps approached the door, and it creaked open to reveal Naruto, half-asleep and wearing pajamas with frog prints. His hair was even messier than usual, sticking up in every direction, and his eyes were bleary with sleep.

"H-hello…?" he mumbled groggily, rubbing at one eye with the heel of his hand.

"Good afternoon, Naruto-kun," Hinata said, fighting back a smile. She couldn't help it—something about seeing him so disheveled made the world feel lighter, if only for a moment.

Naruto blinked at her, confusion dawning as he glanced around at their surroundings. His eyes darted from her to the sunlight streaming in from the window, then down at his own clothes. Realization hit him like a ton of bricks, and his face turned beet red.

"Ah—Hinata!? W-wait, uh—hold on a second!" He disappeared back inside, slamming the door shut in his haste. Hinata deactivated her Byakugan and waited patiently, smiling faintly at the muffled sounds of chaos coming from within.

The noise was absurd—thumps, crashes, and what sounded like something heavy hitting the floor. She couldn't fathom how Naruto managed to make so much noise just getting dressed. Several awkward minutes passed before the door finally swung open again, revealing a much more awake and properly dressed Naruto. He wore his usual orange jacket and pants, though they looked a little wrinkled from being crammed into a drawer.

"Yo, sorry for the wait!" he said, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. "It's just, uh, no one other than Kakashi-sensei ever comes around here, y'know?" He then stepped back, waving her into the room as if it was natural.

Hinata stepped inside at his invitation, glancing around at his apartment. The space was a reflection of Naruto himself—chaotic, lively, and endearing in its imperfections. The small table in the center of the room was covered in instant ramen cups, some stacked in precarious towers. A pair of mismatched socks hung over the back of a chair, and his laundry basket was overflowing in the corner. The bed he had just vacated was a mess of blankets and pillows, one of which was still dangling off the edge. Yet despite the clutter, there was something warm and lived-in about it.

"What's up, anyways?" Naruto asked, adjusting his headband before crouching to grab a rucksack from beneath his bed. He began stuffing it with clothes and supplies before Hinata could even answer.

"We've got a mission," she said, watching as Naruto perked up immediately, his entire face lighting up with excitement.

"A mission!?" he exclaimed, jumping to his feet and pumping his fist in the air. "Finally! It's been forever since the Land of Waves! Let's go!" He turned back to his bag, now throwing items in with even less care.

"This mission is within the Land of Fire," Hinata clarified, hoping to manage his expectations. "It will take us to the border, near the Land of Water, I think."

Naruto paused for a moment, then nodded, his enthusiasm undimmed. "That's fine! I'm just glad to be out of the village." He struggled to zip the overstuffed bag, grunting with the effort. "What are we doing, anyway?"

Hinata hesitated, unsure how to phrase it. "We're retrieving a flower from a volcano. I… I think it can be used to make a remedy for Kurenai-sensei."

Naruto froze, his hands dropping from the bag as he turned to face her. The brightness in his expression dimmed, replaced by something quieter and more serious. "Hinata, I'm sorry," he said, his voice soft. He didn't need to explain—both of them knew what he meant.

"If I can help on this mission in any way, just tell me. Leave it to me!" He stood up straight, determination burning in his eyes as he finally snapped the bag shut.

"Thank you, Naruto-kun," Hinata said, her voice steady but her smile faltering. She had chosen him for this mission because she trusted him, and already, just being near him, she felt more confident.

"So, who's the captain of the mission?" Naruto asked, glancing around as if expecting someone else to appear. "This'll be my first time working under someone other than Kakashi-sensei."

Hinata fidgeted, her fingers brushing the hem of her Chūnin vest. She took a deep breath. "That would be… me." Her voice was barely above a whisper.

Naruto blinked, his gaze dropping to the vest she wore as realization dawned. His face broke into a beaming grin, his excitement reigniting.

"Nice! You made Chūnin!" he said, clapping his hands together. "Makes sense after the way you wrecked Gaara in the ring. That was awesome!" He saluted her with exaggerated seriousness. "Looking forward to working with you, Hinata-taicho!"

Hinata's face turned crimson, and her hands fluttered uselessly in the air as she tried to respond. "N-no, that's not—"

Naruto's serious expression cracked, and he burst into laughter, holding his sides. Hinata couldn't help but laugh too, her embarrassment melting into warmth.

"Alright, let's set out then!" Naruto said, adjusting his bag as he led the way to the door. Hinata followed, a small smile lingering on her face.

For the first time, she felt like this mission—her mission—might truly succeed. Together, they stepped into the sunlight, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

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The room stank of antiseptic and decay, a sickly sweet combination that clung to the back of Tayuya's throat and made her want to gag. The air was cold, unnaturally so, thanks to the industrial-grade vents that pumped in a constant chill to preserve the delicate equipment—and perhaps the fragile life of the man in front of her. Fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting an eerie, pale glow across the operating room. The walls were lined with shelves filled with jars of murky liquid, each containing preserved organs or specimens whose origins Tayuya didn't want to guess.

The centerpiece of the room was the table, surrounded by a network of monitors, tubes, and machinery. The table wasn't sleek or modern but rusted at the edges, its once-sterile surface marred with scratches and stains. She kicked her legs up onto the edge of the table, the picture of rebellion. But her mind was a storm.

This was a terrible idea. She knew that. Kimimaro wasn't just any soldier—he was Orochimaru's chosen, the one who would have been the vessel for their twisted lord's soul if his body hadn't failed him. He was stronger, faster, and infinitely more loyal. If he saw through her ploy, she'd be dead before she could even think of an escape plan.

But what did she have to lose? Tayuya had been waiting her whole life for something—anything—to break the cycle of servitude and misery. Orochimaru had given her power, yes, but at what cost? Her freedom? Her pride? And what had he given her in return? A life of degradation and violence, with no end in sight.

She didn't even know why she'd fled Konoha with the rest of the Sound Four. Maybe she'd been too afraid to act, or maybe she wasn't ready to lose what little she had. But now, with Kimimaro stirring in front of her, she saw an opportunity. If she could aim him at Hinata, at the girl who had brought everything crumbling down, maybe she'd find the answers she was looking for—or at least the closure to abandon this path entirely.

"Shit, this is stupid," she muttered under her breath, loud enough to draw Kimimaro's attention. His glassy eyes fluttered open, unfocused at first, before slowly locking onto her. For a man on the brink of death, his gaze was sharp enough to make her stomach twist.

"Tayuya…" he rasped, his voice low and hoarse, yet filled with that same unshakable authority it always carried. She froze, startled by the sound, and immediately swung her legs off the table, standing at attention out of habit. Despite everything, she couldn't quite suppress the instinctive fear he inspired.

"Yo, you ain't dead yet, Kimimaro?" she quipped, her voice sharper than she intended. She tried to play it cool, but her hands clenched into fists at her sides. She wasn't sure if it was fear or anger—maybe both.

Kimimaro ignored her barb, his gaze distant. "The invasion…?" he asked, his tone more measured now, though the undercurrent of intensity remained.

Tayuya hesitated, her eyes flicking to the door to ensure they were alone. The others wouldn't come here; they were too busy nursing their egos and sharpening their skills, swearing vengeance against the girl who had ruined everything. Kabuto was occupied trying to soothe Orochimaru's rage, and no one paid much attention to her anymore.

This was her moment.

"So get this," she began, pacing to the monitors as if inspecting his vitals. "The plan was a complete failure. Our great and mighty lord? He got his ass handed to him by the Hokage and had to run like the coward he is." She glanced at Kimimaro from the corner of her eye, watching as the beeping on the monitors spiked. His hands twitched, gripping the edge of the table with enough force to make the metal groan.

"Everything blew up in his face," she continued, her words dripping with venom. "No Sasuke, no power, nothing. And now, the mercenaries? They're ditching Otogakure like rats off a sinking ship."

"Tayuya…" Kimimaro's voice was low, almost a growl. The tubes connected to his body quivered as his grip on the table tightened, his body beginning to tremble with barely contained fury. The old medical table was a piece of equipment that had seen too much suffering, too many failed experiments, and it seemed to groan under Kimimaro's weight as he sat up, ripping out the various tubes that had been feeding him life-support fluids.

Tayuya leaned against the wall, feigning nonchalance even as her heartbeat hammered against her ribcage. Her eyes darted to the monitors as the beeping grew erratic, registering Kimimaro's growing anger. The sharp, sterile scent of ozone filled the room as some unseen electrical system sparked in protest at his movements. Kabuto wasn't here to fuss over him, to whisper reassurances and promises of recovery. It was just her, and her gamble.

She smirked, her heart pounding harder. Just a little more. "Yep. It all happened because of one girl. Some stupid little Hyūga brat tore everything apart." Her tone was casual, dismissive, but her words were a knife to Kimimaro's pride.

The change was instant. Kimimaro's body jerked upright, tearing free of the remaining tubes. His skin rippled unnaturally as his cursed seal activated, black markings snaking across his pale flesh. The air in the room grew heavy, oppressive, and Tayuya had to force herself to stay still as the sheer malice radiating off him threatened to choke her.

"Who?" His voice was sharp and clear now, no longer the rasp of a dying man. "Who dared to defy Lord Orochimaru's will?"

Tayuya tilted her head almost casually, pretending to weigh her words as she hid her grin. This was it. If she played this right, she'd finally have her answer—about herself, about the girl, about everything.

"Hyūga Hinata," she said, her voice steady despite the storm raging in her chest.

Kimimaro's lips twisted into a feral grin, his skeletal frame seeming to tower over her as he stepped forward, power surging through him.

Tayuya swallowed hard, her smirk faltering for just a moment. Whatever came next, she knew she couldn't turn back now.

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Chapter End

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AN: The idea of the Moonfire Flower and an elixir of immortality at the top of a volcano are lifted from the Tale of the Bamboo Cutter, the same Japanese Folklore of which Kaguya's character was inspired.