The first to wake was Hinata, gentle and reserved by nature, and the one who understood the little details of life best.
The Hinata of today had long since shed her former timidity and shyness. Her brows and eyes were gentle and relaxed, and she carried herself with calm grace.
Yet she still retained the sensitivity and thoughtfulness rooted deep in her bones, gentle and considerate as ever.
She rose lightly, afraid that too much noise would disturb the others still asleep. After tidying her clothes, she gently pushed open the door and stepped into the courtyard, bathed in tender morning light.
The cool morning breeze stirred her hair, while the soft daylight fell across her delicate, gentle features, making her seem all the more warm and lovely.
There was no need for sharp chakra or any combat stance. At this moment, she was merely an ordinary girl who loved the warmth of everyday life, gentle and attentive.
She made her way familiarly toward the manor's open kitchen, a little world brought to life by all the beauties, where the warmth of cooking never ceased.
There was never any need to worry about a shortage of ingredients in the manor. The separate pocket dimension itself was nourished by its origin source.
The fruits and vegetables grown in the courtyard, the spirit fowl raised beside the flowerbeds, and the living water flowing from the mountain spring were all entirely natural, rich in spiritual energy, delicious, and nourishing.
Hinata skillfully washed the ingredients, carefully preparing rice, flour, fruits, vegetables, and fresh meat.
She was best at making delicate Japanese-style breakfasts that were easy on the stomach, lightly sweet, and pleasing to the palate.
Soft cherry blossom rice balls, fragrant tamagoyaki, silky miso soup, and crispy Japanese-style pan-fried dumplings.
Every dish was petite