4 Years Later:
Konoha, Hyuga Clan Training Dojo:
Hiashi POV:
Today, we will start with the Gentle Fist Training of my daughter. She is a genius, a once-in-a-century genius if I have to say.
A few months ago I had another daughter, Hanabi, it affected Hanami, and she can't become pregnant again. But because of Hinata's meticulous studies in medicine, even at this age, she was able to save her life. I never thought a child would be so proficient in medicine.
But sometimes I feel there is something wrong with her. Maybe it's just that geniuses at her level have different temperaments. I have heard that Itachi, Fugaku's eldest son, hailed as a prodigy. But she seems happy with her mother, only around me, no, only around her mother and her sister, she smiles or seems happy. I only see contempt for everyone else in the clan in her eyes and that includes me. Let's not forget how she handled other clan kids around her age, even her brother Neji. They were traumatized, I know they were sent by the elders to keep her in her place but the sheer indifference in her eyes even shocked me.
I still remember the fiasco with the Kumo envoys, who knew she kept a knife below her pillow and that even surprised her kidnappers catching them off guard. Due to the commotion, I arrived quickly and was able to take down the kidnapper. At least we prevented any bloodshed as the knife missed the vital points otherwise she might be harmed for the greater good of the village.
With her intelligence, she can easily reach Kage rank and her chakra talent is also good. I will give her my all and make her the best in gentle fist style and the Hyuga name will become prominent again.
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Hinata POV:
It's been 4 years since I have been here. In my previous life, I only had a little sister and my favourite big brother. We were not blood-related, but he adopted two girls suffering from difficult circumstances and roaming the streets.
I know he himself didn't have much money but whatever little inheritance he had was enough for him to at least complete his studies. Yes, that is the situation of us children from slums. I and another girl were without a home roaming the slums looking for food in the trash like some dogs. But one day a boy, only a few years older than me came to us and offered both of us shelter.
He suffered quite a lot, and maybe we were the reason, but every time he looked at us, he only smiled. He gave up his own chance so that we both sisters could study further. I protested, we both did, we never deserved it, but for him, we both were his family, it funny how sometimes even when blood betrays people, my big brother sacrificed his all for us even without blood ties.
We both got scholarships, but it was conditional, but enough for us to become successful. We even dreamt of providing our brother with every comfort the world has to offer.
But fate's a bitch huh, brother fell ill. Everything he had and earned through part-time jobs was spent on us. And if we use the funds assigned to us by the scholarship, our whole career will be in jeopardy, even our studies, but to damn with that. Our brother was more important to us and we will heal him, or that's what we thought. But the moment I reached the city, he had already passed away, apparently he turned off the support system and was found on the floor. I was enraged, what were the staff doing, but what can I expect from the cheap government hospitals that are understaffed?
There are five stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. We both reached this acceptance stage, but we couldn't accept that our beloved big brother is no more with us. I know why he did that, he might have known what we would have done. Even during his last moments, he was still thinking for us.
When it was really unbearable, I decided to follow in his footsteps. Sister tried to stop me, saying stuff like living for him, or what will he think about when he knows what I was trying to do. But does it matter, no. He is dead, and I will follow him. But I told my sister to keep up with studies, she was more devastated, but I know, she is very realistic, and even more talented than me, but she also suppresses herself, so that we both remain together and I tried confronting her regarding that, but she always feigns ignorance. With me gone, she will fly more freely.
I know I am selfish. I still have my sister, but I just can't live apart from my brother, and during my last moments, when sister threatened me that she will do the same, I just had to make some arrangements before taking the final steps.
But my wish to follow my brother... I don't know, I still remember the state if nothingness, and I there was only one thing in my mind, to follow my brother. There, after some time, I found a familiar feeling. Although there was no senses involved, but just call it my intuition, that I am close to my brother again.
Finally when I saw light after some time, I found myself in Naruto world. Brother used to show us these animes as a form of stress relief. And apparently I am Hinata Hyuga, Naruto's future wife. But I have no interest in that baboon. I only want to find my brother. My intuition told me that he was also in this world.
Another surprise came to me, that Hinata or myself in this case, I had a twin brother. That was not the case in the anime.
And when Hiashi decided to abandon him at some forest, I felt like someone ripped out my heart. They even put memory lock seals inside mother's head. Such despicable people.
But this heart wrenching feeling I got, when they took my twin brother, it was the same as when I heard about brother's passing. And that familiar feeling when I was in mother's womb, I have my doubt, but maybe my twin is the brother whom I followed to this world. I am 90% sure that's the case and I also feel that brother is alive.
For these despicable people, I will take vengeance for harming my brother. For now, I will consider my abandoned twin to be my brother. And the whole Hyuga clan and Hiashi Hyuga will pay for that. I don't know how my brother would be at this time.
Maybe he has forgotten his previous life, but that doesn't matter, he is my brother and that's all that matters. I also have another sister, I still feel guilty for what I did to my sister in my previous life, but I will make up for it by protecting and guiding Hanabi. And I also like my mother, rest of the people in this world doesn't matter.
To find my brother, I need to become stronger, no, I need to become the strongest. And then I will find my brother and protect him, this world is dangerous and I will protect my brother this time.