Hinata, Stop Pretending

She immediately asked without hesitation, "System, what is this Character Creation Template?"

System: "The host can spend 50,000 Reward Points to generate a character through this option. The character's gender, age, height, appearance, weight, and personality can all be designed by the host."

"One Kekkei Genkai may also be freely selected and integrated into the character before they are deployed into the ninja world."

"Note: Generated characters will remain eternally loyal to the host and will never betray them."

Hinata's eyes immediately lit up. This sounded like it had a lot of potential. In her previous life, she had been loyal to the Hokage, and while it was true that Hinata had been her goddess—

She had also liked the organization known as the "Akatsuki pretty-boy group." If Kisame Hoshigaki and Kakuzu had not dragged down the group's looks, perhaps the Akatsuki Organization could have appeared in the ninja world in a different way.

Of course, this was merely Hinata's inner fantasy. But upon seeing that she had the right to purchase this item, her thoughts inevitably became more active.

What the hell was the Akatsuki Organization? I'll personally create an organization whose looks and strength won't lose to the Akatsuki pretty-boy group! And I, Hinata Hyuga, will undoubtedly be the leader of this force.

"Then what should the organization I create be called?" Hinata lowered her head in thought. After a while, she had her answer. Then this organization would be called Dawn!

In the fifty-sixth year of Konoha, the Dawn Organization was officially established by the eight-year-old Hinata Hyuga. At present, the organization had no base, no financial support, no reputation whatsoever, and only one member for the time being: Hinata Hyuga.

After fantasizing again, Hinata's face fell. Designing one person required 50,000 Reward Points. That alone sounded like a huge problem. Fortunately, she did not plan to learn the advanced ninjutsu in the shop, or else Dawn would have no idea how many dark nights it would have to endure before welcoming the dawn.

At that moment, the system spoke. "When the system does not issue missions, 100 Reward Points will automatically be credited each day. In addition to receiving a Cultivation Potion every seven days, permanent missions will also grant an extra 300 Reward Points."

The only thing Hinata wanted to say now was, "Dear System, are you looking for an accessory?"

Everyday Life with Little Sister Hanabi

After fully understanding the system, Hinata slightly suppressed the emotions still surging within her.

Her little face was flushed red, making her look especially adorable. But then, a thunderous rumble suddenly echoed through the empty room.

"Grrr..." Hinata immediately complained, "I'm so hungry!"

Without further hesitation, she promptly stood up, left her room, and headed straight for the kitchen.

When she arrived at the kitchen, the two Hyuga Clan servants responsible for caring for Hinata's family had already begun cooking. However, judging by the situation, it would still be a while before the meal was ready.

It seemed impossible to get something in her stomach early. So, she obediently went to the living room and prepared to share breakfast with her family.

Not long after she sat down, a three- or four-year-old child wearing a kimono came running over in little wooden sandals. Her tiny face still had a bit of baby fat.

She was Hinata's younger sister, Hanabi Hyuga, who was five years younger than her.

When Hanabi saw that Hinata had already arrived, she immediately walked over and said, "Big Sister, Father said he has something to do today, so he can't have breakfast with us."

Hinata lay limply across the table. She was too hungry and did not feel like talking.

Hanabi seemed long accustomed to her sister looking like this and continued, "Big Sister, wait patiently for a little longer. There are dumplings today, your favorite!"

Hinata remained sprawled across the table. Looking listless, she raised one hand and said, "Okay!" As though it took too much effort, she immediately let her raised hand fall back down.

Time passed quickly, but Hinata felt as though she had endured hellish torment during that time. This was the true feeling only a foodie could understand when hungry.

Hinata secretly sighed to herself. Ah, how could I forget? Hinata is a complete foodie! It seemed pretty cute when I saw it in my previous life, but becoming like this myself is absolutely a different kind of suffering.

The food arrived quickly. Dumplings, stir-fried dishes, sushi, and more soon filled the entire table. There was clearly no concern that the food on the table would go unfinished.

This was obviously to accommodate Hinata. Anyone with eyes could see it—for example, Hinata's bowl of rice was more than three times the size of Hanabi's.