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The first thing I registered upon waking was… discomfort.
A very specific, very unpleasant, very warm kind of discomfort.
Oh no… did I…?
Yes.
Yes, I absolutely did.
I had, once again, soiled my diaper.
The squishy, sticky sensation was unmistakable. My tiny body wriggled instinctively, and the awful warmth shifted with me.
Fantastic, I thought, deadpan. Another beautiful morning in the glamorous life of Princess Hinata Hyuga: Baby Edition.
But as soon as the thought formed, another wave crashed over me.
A memory.
White eyes.
Hyuga.
Chakra.
Naruto.
My heart—my tiny baby heart—thumped hard in my chest.
I'm in Naruto.
The realization hit again like a brick to the forehead, knocking the air right out of me even though I technically hadn't breathed it in properly yet.
I'm actually in Naruto. In Naruto. In the goddamn Hyuga Clan of all places—
Panic surged.
What am I supposed to do?! This world is insane! People explode! Demons attack! CHILD SOLDIERS! Madmen with eyeballs that can rewrite reality—
My breathing quickened.
My limbs trembled.
I was spiraling.
Again.
But then—somewhere between my twentieth internal "oh fuck"—a quieter thought slipped through.
Stop. Stop. Panicking does nothing right now.
I forced myself to focus.
Okay. First step: calm down. Second step: think. Third step—…ugh, the diaper. I can't think about world-ending threats while sitting in my own failure.
Right.
Priorities.
I needed help.
Which meant I needed to cry.
Because babies don't politely request assistance.
Babies scream.
I steadied the energy flow behind my eyes—habit, now—and opened them. Light filtered in gently.
Then I switched on the emergency siren.
My wail burst out loud and shrill.
Sorry, Hikari, I thought miserably. This is literally the only communication tool I have.
Footsteps rushed toward me almost instantly. The shoji door slid open, and Hikari appeared, hair slightly mussed, expression shifting from confusion to immediate understanding as the smell reached her.
She lifted me quickly and began the delicate art of diaper triage.
And that's when it happened.
My first-ever visual confirmation.
Between wipes and powder and indignity, I saw—
Oh. Oh no.
Yep. I'm a girl.
There was no ambiguity. No misinterpretation. No escape.
Oh god… okay. Okay, this is fine. It's fine. It's… a problem for future me. Definitely not the priority right now.
After cleaning me up, Hikari wrapped me gently in fresh clothes and placed me back in the crib.
And with the crisis resolved, my brain returned to the bigger issues.
So… the energy I've been controlling is chakra. Has to be.
Wait. Wait. Didn't I get a perk? Otsutsuki Chakra. Right. THAT'S a thing. Oh boy… whatever that means, it's going to matter.
I inhaled slowly.
Let thoughts settle.
I'm definitely in the Hyuga Clan. But is this the main family? The branch family? The timeframe?
The woman who'd visited earlier—the one who called Hikari-sama—wore fine robes and moved with formal precision.
A servant.
A clan retainer.
This wasn't a random household.
This was a central one.
And the name.
Hinata.
That was the biggest clue.
If they really named me Hinata, then I wasn't some AU background cousin.
I was the Hinata.
Which meant…
My eyes aren't defective. The blinding light wasn't a problem. It was the Byakugan.
Always active.
Always on.
Always flooding my baby nervous system with more information than it could handle.
In the canon, don't Hyuga kids train before activating the Byakugan? Or was that fanon? I don't remember—ugh, I need more data.
Thoughts began tumbling over each other, but instead of neat bullet points, they tangled and merged into a spiraling thread of anxious reasoning.
Why did everything look like a floodlight before? Was it because my baby brain wasn't ready? Or because this Otsutsuki chakra perk is overpowering everything? Or maybe the Byakugan in a newborn simply isn't meant to be used yet and I forced it? I need to test all of that… somehow.
Another thought hit with equal force.
Am I even in the original Naruto timeline? Or is this an alternate universe? That matters. That REALLY matters. If this is canon, then I can predict events… but if it's not canon, if even one major thing is different, then my knowledge could be useless. Or dangerous.
And then the biggest, heaviest realization settled like a stone in my tiny stomach.
If this IS canon… what year is it? Is Naruto born yet? Has the Nine-Tails attack already happened? Is Minato alive? Kushina? The entire political landscape depends on this—
I swallowed hard.
And if this is AU… what changed? Clan dynamics? Wars? Enemies? Power structures? Everything hinges on understanding where I am and when I am.
My breathing grew tight again.
Most importantly… how do I not die? How do I avoid being useless? How do I make it past childhood, through training, through everything this world throws at people—
I was so deep in that frantic spiral that I almost didn't notice Hikari scooping me up again.
She bundled me tightly—warm layers, thick blanket—and walked out of the room.
We stepped into an interior walkway before she pushed open a shoji door leading into an open courtyard.
Cold air hit me instantly.
I froze.
Oh.
Oh wow.
The air wasn't just cold—it was clean.
Pristine.
Sharper than anything I'd ever breathed in my old world. It tasted like fresh snow and mountain wind. My tiny lungs expanded greedily, pulling in more.
I could see our breaths in the air—small white clouds drifting between us—so it had to be early winter.
The courtyard itself was breathtaking.
Snow lay scattered across stone tiles and trimmed bushes. Frost traced delicate lines along wooden rails. A koi pond sat still and half-frozen, reflecting pale morning light.
And my vision…
My vision was unbelievable.
I didn't just have 20/20 sight.
I had sight so sharp it bordered on supernatural clarity.
Every snowflake's edge.
Every ripple in the wooden porch.
Every tiny crack in a stone.
Everything was crisp.
Hyper-focused.
Overwhelmingly detailed.
Oh wow… I really am a Hyuga. This must be what the Byakugan feels like before it fully kicks in.
Hikari hummed softly while rocking me gently, the cold air flushing my cheeks.
And in that moment—exhilarated, terrified, freezing, and fascinated—I made a decision.
I needed to train my eyes. I needed to understand the Byakugan, to control it, to stop letting it control me. If I could master the flow of chakra around my eyes, then maybe I could use it without blinding myself.
I needed to learn the language—fast. Every clue, every conversation, every scrap of information would matter. I couldn't afford ignorance.
And I needed to gather intel. About the clan. The timeline. The political situation. Everything.
I couldn't rely on plot armor, no matter how tempting that illusion was, and trusting canon accuracy felt reckless when even the smallest deviation could send everything spiraling in a new direction; but despite all of that, despite the fear curling in my stomach, I knew I still had one undeniable advantage: I had myself, my memories, my determination, and whatever strange power this new body carried.