Hinata stood tall—figuratively for now—at the edge of the training field. The sun was barely rising, but her resolve burned hotter than ever before. Her Byakugan flared for a brief second as she scanned the area: clear. No distractions. No one to stop her. This was her time.
She replayed the scene from the alley over and over in her head. Those massive women... The sheer size of their biceps. The way they filled out their clothes—when they even wore clothes. The confidence. The power. That’s what Naruto liked.
And if that’s what Naruto liked… then she would give him something even better.
Something legendary.
With a deep breath, Hinata dropped her jacket, revealing a form already honed by years of training—but it wasn’t enough. Not yet. She tightened her fists and set her first objective: Surpass the magazines.
What followed was a blur of motion.
Hinata had always trained hard, but today… today she trained like she had a demon sealed inside her. Push-ups with tree trunks balanced on her back. Sprinting laps around the village walls with weighted seals on her legs. Channeling chakra into her muscles to increase resistance with every move.
And when that wasn’t enough, she began using chakra compression techniques to stimulate hyper muscle growth. A technique often avoided for being dangerous or unstable. But Hinata? She was done playing safe.
Hours turned into days. Her muscles grew, hardened, and thickened with every session. Her body started transforming—no longer the meek girl Naruto once knew. Her arms were thick with brawn, her legs could launch her across the village in a single bound, and her abs were like polished slabs of steel.
By the time a week had passed, Hinata had outgrown every single kunoichi featured in Naruto's secret stash. She towered at 6’10” now, radiating power with every breath. Her chakra roared like a wild storm, barely held in check by the limiters she’d personally crafted.
She looked in the mirror at her new form.
“Pathetic,” she scoffed at the memory of those magazine models. “If that’s what he liked, then wait until he sees me.”
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