"Father, how can we be truly powerful in this world?" Eight-year-old Hinata Qingli knelt down opposite Hinata Hinata with a serious look on her face. Her cute, doll-like face was solemn and solemn, which of course only made people feel cute.
"Strong," Hinata Hinata looked at her daughter condescendingly, "Then I will let you know what true strength is. Byakugan."
... Half an hour later...
"Master, are you okay? Call the doctor quickly."
"Anada, what's wrong with you?"
"Father, one sister, you..." Little Hinata looked worried.
Hinata and Hinata, whose face was covered in blood, threw themselves into the street.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
