Shinnō

Perhaps this question was destined to have no answer.

Hinata strolled along the streets of Konoha. There was still a long time before the Little Strong gathering that afternoon, so there was no need to hurry.

Come to think of it, Hinata's spending power in Konoha was truly astonishing. Since she was very young, she had frequented the restaurants that could genuinely satisfy both her taste buds and her hunger.

Over time, the owners of these establishments had watched her grow up bit by bit. Coupled with her terrifying appetite, she had left a deep impression on them.

Besides, Hinata was a ninja of the Hyuga Clan. To anyone living in Konoha, the Hyuga Clan's distinctive traits were extremely obvious.

And precisely because of that, whenever Hinata entered a bustling restaurant,

it truly felt as though she had returned home.

Almost everyone remembered Hinata's tastes and preferences.

Hinata was very satisfied, but unfortunately, this world had no way to rate snack shops.

If it could, then given Hinata's personality, they would probably all receive five glittering golden stars.

By evening, when the sky had already begun to darken, Hinata left somewhat reluctantly

and headed in another direction.

Over the past three years, many things had happened, but they had mostly been minor incidents without real danger, nothing worth mentioning.

Naruto had also gotten his wish and gone off somewhere with Jiraiya to train.

So Naruto would clearly not be at tonight's dinner gathering.

Hinata frowned slightly. After attending several gatherings like this, she had realized that whenever Naruto was absent, it always felt as though something was missing.

And after it happened several times, perhaps it had truly become nothing more than a simple get-together for everyone.

The atmosphere naturally would not be particularly lively.

Or perhaps, without anyone realizing