Hinata, Stop Pretending

How should she put it? In Hinata's impression, Anko Mitarashi was actually quite pitiful. In the anime from her previous life, Orochimaru's influence on her had made her thoroughly experience the difference between falling from heaven into hell.

And in Hinata's view, from beginning to end, Anko Mitarashi had never hated the criticism brought upon her by Orochimaru's defection. What she hated was that when Orochimaru chose to defect, he had not chosen to take her with him.

Although Anko Mitarashi's tragic story could fill an entire chapter, in Naruto, compared to things like entire clans being wiped out at the drop of a hat, this sort of setback seemed like nothing.

Hinata looked around again and discovered that all the other tables were already packed with customers. If she wanted to eat dango, she would have to... She turned her gaze back to Anko Mitarashi.

She grumbled inwardly, What hack author arranged such a clichéd plot? If this keeps developing, is there going to be even more melodramatic nonsense later on?

Seeing how a group of burly men trembled with fear whenever they passed Anko Mitarashi's table, Hinata...

"Could she just leave directly?" With Anko Mitarashi's unpredictable personality, she might just pull out a kunai and slice a cut across your face.

Then she would lick the blood off the blade with the tip of her tongue before revealing a sinister smile. At the thought of it, Hinata immediately shuddered. The image was too beautiful—she dared not imagine it, dared not imagine it.

She did not want to be disfigured yet. Besides, there was no point in taking a risk to curry favor with Anko Mitarashi. She was only a supporting character, and Hinata was, after all, the young lady of the Hyuga Clan, currently Konoha's strongest clan. She had to maintain some dignity.

Or rather, she could not do it for the sake of the Hyuga Clan's reputation either, though reputation did not seem all that useful.

But the persona she and the system had arranged for her future was already crystal clear: a soft, adorable, fragile young girl. If she openly went against that image, who knew when she would have enough Reward Points to use.

And she had realized that her system was rather stingy too. It had been so long, yet it had not issued a single mission. She was starting to wonder whether she had opened it the wrong way.

Just as she was about to turn and leave, the system suddenly spoke. "The Mature System is now issuing a mature mission: share a table and have a meal with the delinquent young woman, Anko Mitarashi.

Although your image as a fragile, yandere young girl has already been established, it is also necessary to establish an image as a foodie in front of the public, even though you already are one.

Mission reward: Master Eight Trigrams Palms, 100 Reward Points.

Mission failure: I trust that you are already a mature person. Such a minor issue does not require punishment."

"Eight Trigrams Palms?" Hinata murmured. After accepting this body, she had already clearly understood that she could currently strike four palms, while eight palms would probably take some more time.

So after hesitating slightly, she walked step by step toward Anko Mitarashi. Although the system was not wrong to call Anko Mitarashi a delinquent young woman...

No matter how delinquent she was, she had still been enthusiastically steeped in Grandpa Third Hokage's Will of Fire. At a time like this, in a place like this, she would not attack her. Probably. Maybe!

So she decided to gamble on this mission with nine chances of death and one chance of life. Under the incredulous gazes of numerous older men, she walked straight toward that female demon who looked impossible to provoke.

Having finished the dango in her hand, Anko Mitarashi was holding a bowl of red bean soup and drinking from it when she lightly glanced at Hinata, who was walking toward her.

A ninja's senses were incredibly sharp. The moment Hinata had entered and observed her, she had already noticed. But she also knew that with her appearance and temperament, it was difficult not to draw attention here.

Hinata the Foodie's Deadly Blow

In her view, although the other party looked like a member of the Hyuga Clan, she was still such a frail and tiny little brat.

After sensing the aura she gave off, it would already be impressive if the child did not get scared into tears or turn around and run. Why would she come closer instead?

Hadn't she seen how the burly men passing in front of her all trembled with fear? A single glance from her made them look as though they had just taken a bath.

Yet this little girl actually dared to walk over. That made Anko Mitarashi begin to examine this little girl from the Hyuga Clan with a bit more seriousness.

Her first impression was, Mm, a little girl who looks like she cannot even lift a cup. But for Anko Mitarashi, judging people that way...

Was simply asking for an early death. Besides, if being big and strong were useful, then why were there so many burly men nearby who still shook in fear whenever they passed her?

But when she saw the frail aura that seemed to emanate from Hinata's very bones, with that tiny body serving as further proof, Anko Mitarashi subconsciously concluded that the other girl really did seem insignificant.