NaruHina: Trading My Life for Life in the Hokage

If you saw everyone’s deaths before they happened, but couldn’t tell anyone, how would you save them?

I transmigrated as Hinata Hyuga, and I know the entire future: Asuma will die under a curse, Jiraiya will sink beneath the waters of the Hidden Rain, Neji will be pierced by a wooden spike, and many more names will eventually be carved into the Memorial Stone.

But I cannot speak of it.

Whenever I try to reveal even one word, chakra burns through me like fire.

All I can do is silently set my plans in motion.

I save many people.

The price is my failing eyesight, my hair turning white, and the bloody sweetness that clings to every breath.

During the Fourth Shinobi World War, when Neji once again steps in front of me to take the blow,

I use the last of my strength to shove him aside and face the wooden spike that was meant to pierce him.

Before closing my eyes, I implant Hashirama’s cells into Naruto’s body and whisper, “Become the sun.”

They think I’m dead, and lay white flowers before my gravestone.

Until Shikamaru opens the scroll I left behind, and Asuma steps out with a cigarette in his mouth;

Until Naruto’s trembling hands unfurl the scroll, and Jiraiya laughs, tears shining in his eyes.

They rush to the moon, only to find me, blind and silver-haired, seated beside the throne in a wedding dress.

Toneri says, “She is my wife now.”

Naruto, eyes red, takes me back. Amid the ruins lashed by a storm, our blazing body heat brings light back to my eyes.

Only later do I learn

that the paradox of saving others is that you must first shatter fate with your own hands to see the true light shining through its cracks.

And love is the ultimate ninjutsu, allowing two souls from different worlds to take root and grow in the same future.

“I rewrote everyone’s tragic story, but forgot to write myself a happy ending.”

“Until you stormed the moon and told me: I’m the one who has to write your story.”