The Blackened Isekai Anime Heroine – Chapter 50
Author: Gemini no Ling
"Attack power is up to standard now. That means it's time to focus on other attributes."
Hinata, drawing from her extensive arcade game experience, knew that pure attack power alone didn't determine victory. After all, in those games, the final bosses always boasted the most absurd stats—but still fell before player characters with inferior numbers.
In arcade logic, besides attack, two other things mattered: accuracy and combos.
Accuracy was obvious. In the Naruto world, the most universally effective and frustratingly elusive jutsu was the Substitution Technique. It was fast, easy to cast, and nearly impossible to interrupt. It allowed users to instantly switch places with an object, dodging attacks and even repositioning themselves to launch counters.
If Mizuki hadn't arrogantly underestimated Hinata, he absolutely could have dodged her hit with Substitution. Then he could've kited her with shuriken and ninjutsu. The fight could've gone either way.
Most ninjas in this world were basically glass cannons—low HP, high damage, and high evasion. Unless they had defensive jutsu, taking a direct hit was game over. Even someone like Uchiha Madara—if you caught him unarmed and unaware—could be taken out by a low-level ninja with a well-placed kunai to the heart.
So the key to victory was being able to hit with pinpoint accuracy, before the enemy could cast Substitution, and strike where it hurt most.
Next came: combos.
While that might sound flashy, it boiled down to one concept—relentless, chained attacks that forced the opponent onto the defensive until they slipped up.
But pulling that off required rhythm.
Human anatomy had built-in flow. Rhythmic movement meant knowing how to transition your muscles. For example: throw a straight punch with your right arm, and your arm ends extended. Trying to follow up with another straight punch wastes time—you'd have to retract and reset. A better follow-up? A sharp elbow strike, capitalizing on the natural recoil.
Add in twists, steps, and bodily coordination, and you get real combat flow.
To string together such attacks, you'd need precise muscle control. Too much power in the first strike slows down your recovery. Too little, and there's no damage.
For shinobi, chakra helps enhance and guide the body. So this rhythm mastery essentially boiled down to chakra control.
After all that theorizing, Hinata sighed.
"Back to chakra control again, huh…"
She shrugged, mildly annoyed.
Yeah, her attack stat was stacked, but without control, she'd hit a ceiling.
Accuracy wasn't an issue. Her Byakugan gave her 360-degree vision and extreme range—spotting enemies and their weak spots within a kilometer was child's play.
But combo flow? That needed work.
Sure, she could crush someone like Mizuki, but stronger enemies weren't going to just stand there and eat punches.
And the higher-level the jutsu, the stricter the chakra control requirements.
So if she wanted long-term success, she had no choice but to grind this stat too.
In the original story, chakra control training was laughably basic. Climbing trees with your feet like Kakashi taught, or walking on water like Ebisu. That was it.
Both were too generic—and had nothing to do with her Holy Fist technique.
But then… a wicked grin crept onto Hinata's lips.
She had an idea.
A very fun idea.
Thanks to her BSing of the Nanto Seven Sacred Fist that somehow worked, she was feeling bold again.
In a short time, she'd finished her training scrolls.
Satisfied, she bundled up the three scrolls—one for herself, one for Sasuke, and one for Naruto.
Time to show the boys how she planned to level them all up.
Just as she turned to leave, a quiet voice spoke behind her.
"Hinata."
The tone was calm, but heavy with unquestionable authority.
Before Hinata even processed the voice, she'd turned instinctively—facing the tall figure at her door.
Hiashi had been standing there for some time.
As the current head of the Hyuga clan, his presence was naturally overwhelming.
He'd suppressed his chakra so thoroughly that Hinata hadn't sensed him.
Now he was calmly observing his eldest daughter, who he hadn't paid attention to in days.
But he noticed something immediately.
Not just her clothes or expression—there was a subtle yet undeniable fury emanating from her bones.
"Ah…"
Hinata forced a tight smile, then bowed stiffly.
"...Father."
Hiashi's brow creased slightly.
He knew full well he'd failed as a father.
So he simply said:
"Come with me."
Hinata's pupils shrank.
But after a beat, she understood.
This was clearly fallout from the whole Mizuki incident.
Beating down a traitor wasn't a crime… unless you beat him down too well.
Maybe she should've let Naruto or Sasuke handle him instead.
Well, no point regretting it now.
She followed Hiashi without hesitation.
If this was fate—so be it.
Hiashi didn't go far. Just into the courtyard.
He turned and said:
"Show me the technique you used to defeat Mizuki."
"Yes, Father."
Without wasting words, Hinata donned her Holy Fist gloves and activated her Byakugan.
Across from her, Hiashi mirrored her stance.
No hesitation from either of them.
"Then here I come, Father."
Her right fist ignited in blazing fire.
Hiashi raised a brow but remained calm.
"Go ahead. Don't hold back."
Locking eyes with him, Hinata's brows tightened.
Her inherited memories surged—scenes of Hinata training with this man, always being scolded.
She gritted her teeth.
Then punched.
BANG!!
The impact echoed through the courtyard.
But Hiashi stopped her fist with one hand. Effortless.
He hadn't even shifted his weight.
Hinata retracted her fist and bowed in silence.
Hiashi looked at his palm, then turned without a word.
As he reached the hallway's corner, he paused.
"You still have far to go. Keep at it."
"Yes."
Hinata held her bow until he vanished, then stood up, face sour.
She'd guessed the strength gap was huge.
But it still stung.
Time to train harder.
She grabbed her scrolls and leapt from the roof.
She couldn't wait to get started on the next phase.
—
Back inside, Hiashi watched her leave with his Byakugan.
He finally lifted his right hand.
And this time—his eyes showed emotion.
His palm was red and blistered.
Burned.
Despite his mastery of Gentle Fist and his chakra-hardened palms—he'd been scorched.
Even though Hinata's power was minor to someone like him,
her flame-charged fist had bypassed his defenses and hurt his skin.
Only a surface burn…
But enough to shake him to his core.
He hadn't taken damage in hand-to-hand combat for over a decade.
And this time—
It had come from the daughter he'd already written off.
He clenched his palm. Thought for a moment.
Then rang for a branch member of the clan.
"Follow Hinata. I want full reports on everything she's been doing."
—
"Chidori!!"
Sparks screamed from Sasuke's hand as a blinding ball of lightning formed between his fingers.
His eyes widened slightly in surprise.
Weird… this feeling…
He knew exactly why he was shocked.
Last night, he'd only read the Chidori instructions and notes.
This was his first time actually trying it.
He'd mentally prepared himself to fail.
It was an A-rank jutsu, after all. Even elite chunin struggled with it.
But now?
He was casually holding it in his hand.
Electricity crackled.
His heart pounded.
Sasuke frowned.
Yeah, he was proud—but he wasn't that much of a genius.
Something felt off…