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"Ah…"
Early in the morning, the newly awakened Hinata, overwhelmed with embarrassment, subconsciously hugged her pillow from head to toe, rolling around like a white silkworm baby.
"How could I have such shameless dreams… and actually fantasize about ying-kun..."
Not only did he call me baby and compliment my eyes—he even took off my clothes and... touched my chest.
Even worse, I imagined him licking the sweat from my body...
A-A-Ah!!
Why do I have such absurd thoughts and dreams!?
Throwing the small pillow across the room, Hinata blushed furiously as she got out of bed, feeling a little lost.
Her bare feet—tender and white like lotus roots—softly stepped over to the cracked dressing mirror out of habit.
Lifting off her oversized pajama shirt, Hinata stared blankly at her soft, pale body in the mirror… then, without realizing it, pressed her palm gently against her smooth chest.
ying-kun… in my dream… really seemed to like these, didn't he?
Her thoughts drifted to the way his hands had moved—how they had lingered...
"Umm…"
The girl in the mirror let out a soft moan, completely unaware.
"Sis!"
The early-rising Hanabi suddenly barged through the door.
And saw her older sister… fondling her own chest in front of the mirror.
"Hanabi!!"
Hinata almost screamed. She frantically grabbed a vest from the floor and spun around.
Thank goodness it was just her little sister. If a servant had seen her like this...
She'd probably never step outside the Hyuga compound again.
"Is big sis going through her 'spring season'~?"
Despite being under ten years old, Hanabi's teasing tone hit like a kunai.
"N-No I'm not!!"
Hinata stammered, flustered, struggling to put on her clothes as guilt tinged her movements.
What a mischievous little sister!
"And stop talking like a grown-up!!"
She wasn't "in spring." She just had a very, *very* weird dream last night.
But... ying-kun really did manage to break Father's moves...
"Sis is totally going through it."
Seeing Hinata blush and go dazed again, Hanabi became even more convinced.
I don't know who the lucky guy is, but for him to make my sister act like this…
So. Incredibly. Cute!!
Ahhhh! My big sister is so cute! I love her so much!!
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"That frog was totally a scammer!"
Early that same morning, Naruto was already ranting the moment he saw Uchiha Ying—before Ying could even say anything.
Not because of anything else, but because in last night's dream, instead of learning cool techniques, he got tricked into eating bugs by some dumb frog.
"Ying! You agree, right!? That frog was a scam, right!?"
Sasuke was still bitter too. No cool jutsu, no immortality—just bugs.
"First off: scam or not, we wouldn't have learned anything after just one meeting anyway."
Ying poured cold water on Sasuke's outrage before continuing:
"Second: That frog is probably working with the enemy. He's stalling us."
"...So that's what it was."
Sasuke finally gave up on the idea of becoming an immortal sage.
"And today," Ying continued, "I found some names in a pile of old texts—like where that frog actually came from."
He pulled out an ancient-looking book covered in rough script.
Of course, Naruto and Sasuke couldn't read it at all, so he could say whatever he wanted.
Still, what he said was more or less true.
"What!? Those people were real?"
Sasuke's hope flickered again.
"Yeah."
Ying feigned flipping pages, then smoothly started recounting the tale of Kaguya and the Sage of Six Paths.
"According to these records… Kaguya was the name of the Sage's mother. The Sage himself was Hagoromo, and his brother was Hamura. A thousand years ago, they fought their own mother—"
"A Sage of Six Paths!?"
Sasuke's eyes widened. He knew that name—everyone did. The founder of ninjutsu, the god of shinobi.
"What kind of 'sage' fights his own mom!? That's messed up!"
Naruto didn't care about legends. He only saw one thing:
"If I end up dreaming again tonight—I'm beating that Sage guy up!"
"But if that's really the Sage…"
Sasuke looked shaken.
Could it be… their dreams were actually jumping through time? Over a thousand years?
"Maybe… maybe the Uchiha ancestors sent us back in time."
Ying said half-jokingly.
"Naruto—don't tell anyone about this, alright?"
"The Uchiha ancestral spirits...?"
Sasuke's eyes lit up.
"Yeah, that must be it. Our ancestors couldn't stand what Itachi did, so they sent us… Well, *me*—not Naruto."
"Tch. Got it, got it. It's our secret."
Naruto rolled his eyes but nodded. He wasn't stupid. Who would believe any of this anyway?
No matter what, after school they had to dive back into the dreams.
Time was ticking. Ying was counting on harvesting more of their ninja fragments to grow stronger.
He couldn't afford to waste another night like last time.
Still… about last night...
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I never expected dream-Hinata's sweat to taste… that sweet...
Compared to Tsunade's soft and curvy form, Hinata's smaller body was sticky-sweet and springy—like a freshly steamed mochi.
Sitting by the window at the ninja academy, Uchiha Ying stared out into the distance, completely lost in thought.
Until…
A soft presence sat beside him.
Oh?
Today's Hinata was acting… way too skittish.
Normally she would stare at him for five full seconds before blushing. Today, she couldn't even make eye contact for a second. Every time their eyes met, she flinched—like she'd been zapped—and looked away instantly.
What was going on?
Ying tilted his head and peeked at her.
Even though this version of Hinata wasn't as "mature" as the one from last night's dream, this small, flustered version was also ridiculously cute.
So shy—she might start crying from a single poke.
"Sh-ying… I… I…"
Is there something weird on my face?
Hinata was about to ask—but before she could say anything, a streak of yellow hair dashed into view.
"Ying~~! Good morning~!"
With a full-speed sprint across the classroom, Ino flung herself onto Uchiha Ying's back and wrapped her arms around him like a koala.
"What were you saying just now?"
Ying smiled awkwardly as he supported Ino, then looked toward the girl beside him.
"…It was nothing."
Watching the two of them cling together right in front of her, Hinata bit her lip.
Her tiny hands clenched tight against her skirt.
Her cheeks puffed out.
It felt like a pot of sourness had been set to boil in her chest—and it was starting to bubble.
But she quickly squashed that little emotion that shouldn't have been there in the first place.
I was the one who shamelessly dreamed about ying-kun.
It's not like he… really…
Maybe Ying-kun doesn't even notice me in real life.
So I shouldn't be jealous. I have no right to be.
And yet...
The more she told herself that…
The more those bitter bubbles kept rising in Hinata's chest.
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