Chapter 491: The Internet-Addicted Young Girl

Hyuga Compound, backyard.

In a corner of the once-empty courtyard, a brand-new, three-story wooden building exuding a natural aura now stood strikingly.

This building was vastly different from the surrounding traditional Japanese architectural style; its lines were simpler and more fluid. It was constructed entirely from fragrant wood, with clear wood grain visible on the surface, full of vitality and a strange sense of beauty.

This was none other than the "masterpiece" of Young Naruto.

A few days ago, he felt that although the guest room arranged by Hiashi was nice, it was ultimately inside the main residence where there were too many people and prying eyes. Furthermore, Otohime, little Hinata, and little Hanabi needed a relatively independent and spacious area.

Therefore, he greeted the Seventh Hokage and Hiashi, and found an open space in the backyard of the Hyuga Compound.

Then, under the stunned gazes of everyone, Young Naruto simply formed a few hand seals and pressed his hands to the ground.

The next moment, the earth trembled slightly. Countless thick tree branches, bearing tender buds and green leaves, burst from the ground as if they had a life of their own. They twisted, grew, intertwined, and solidified. Within a few short minutes, they had "grown" into a three-story building with a solid structure, complete functionality, and even simple wooden furniture.

Wood Release: Wood Pillar House Technique!

Having the experience of using Wood Release: Technique of the Leaf Village, creating a three-story building was easy for Young Naruto.

Hiashi's eyes nearly popped out of his head watching it at the time.

Over the past two days, he would wander over to the backyard whenever he had free time, looking at this wooden building that had "grown out of thin air." While shaking his head and lamenting the "power and convenience of Wood Release," he wondered if he should ask this "visitor from another world" to also expand the training grounds or the library for the Hyuga Clan...

At this moment, inside the living room on the first floor of the wooden building.

"Throw technique! Die!"

A crisp, childish, yet incredibly arrogant voice rang out.

Otohime, wearing a simple white dress and barefoot, was sitting cross-legged on the soft carpet. She was gripping a game controller tightly, her golden Rinnegan eyes fixed intently on the huge LCD screen in front of her, her little face full of excitement and smugness.

On the screen, the female Ninja character she was controlling, dressed in a gorgeous kimono and moving with agility, executed an extremely fluid and violent shoulder throw, slamming her opponent hard onto the ground, depleting their health bar instantly!

"K.O.! Perfect!"

The flashy victory text and sound effects played.

"Ah—lost again!"

Sitting opposite Otohime, Boruto put down the controller with a frustrated look and scratched his blonde hair.

"You've only been playing for a few days, and you've already figured out all the combos and hitboxes!"

On the long sofa nearby, Hanabi, who had grown into a graceful and heroic young woman, was holding her cute little niece Himawari, watching the two battle with great interest.

Little Hinata and little Hanabi were also huddled on the other side of the sofa, staring curiously at the screen.

Seeing Otohime jumping on the sofa with her bare feet in excitement because of her victory, holding her hands high to declare her win, Hanabi became interested.

She gently handed Himawari, who was happily eating snacks in her arms, to little Hinata and little Hanabi beside her.

"Here, help your sister hold Himawari~"

Every time she said this to little Hinata, Hanabi felt a secret thrill.

Hehe, opportunities to make her big sister call her "sister" didn't come often!

"It's okay, Boruto!"

Hanabi stood up, stretched her wrists and neck, and wore a confident smile.

"Let your sister take her on!"

Although in terms of seniority, Hanabi was the aunt of Boruto and Himawari, she adamantly insisted that these two little ones call her "sister."

The reason was very sound: she was a young, beautiful girl who hadn't even dated yet, and she didn't want to be called old by the title of "Aunt"!

"Go, Hanabi-sister!"

Boruto immediately cheered for Hanabi and gave up his seat.

Hanabi took the other controller Boruto handed her and sat down opposite Otohime, the veins on both sides of her pure Byakugan bulging.

"Hmph."

Otohime glanced at Hanabi, her little face full of disdain, sat back down, and gripped the controller tightly.

"Bring it on! I will let you mortals witness what true 'God'-tier gaming skill is!"

A new round began.

However, reality was cruel.

Even though Hanabi had activated her Byakugan, possessing extremely strong dynamic vision and insight.

But on Otohime's side, she had activated the Rinnegan!

The insight of the Rinnegan was even superior to the Byakugan.

Otohime and Hanabi were even observing each other's movements; not only were they inferring the other's next move on the screen, but they were also paying attention to the force exerted by the other's hands to make preemptive judgments.

The only things constraining Otohime were the performance of the game console itself and the inherent startup and recovery frames of the game characters.

Other than that, she was almost flawless!

At the beginning, Otohime would get angry because the character she was controlling couldn't keep up with her actions, but now she had completely mastered the rhythm of fighting games.

The result was without suspense.

"K.O.!" "K.O.!" "K.O.!"...

For seven consecutive matches, Hanabi was defeated by Otohime with clean "Perfects" or "Greats."

The final score was 0:7.

"Hoo... hoo..."

Hanabi slumped powerlessly onto the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling, as if she had lost the color in her life.

"Young Miss Otohime... you are truly amazing..."

She praised weakly, her tone filled with a sense of frustration.

Even the Byakugan was useless; this blow was too great!

"Heh heh~"

Otohime stood up smugly again, stepping on the soft carpet with her bare feet, her little head held high like a proud little peacock.

"This game isn't fun anymore; it's too simple! Let's switch to another one!"

Over the past two days, relying on her tireless energy and the Rinnegan's super analytical capabilities, she had played through almost all of the games Boruto had bought.

And basically, it was all crushing victories or easy clears.

Among this, while it was certainly due to Otohime's own monstrous abilities, there was another very important objective factor.

The games Boruto bought weren't actually that many.

After all, when Boruto was a child, his parents had plenty of time to accompany him. Later, after his little sister Himawari was born, Boruto often went out with his parents to play with his sister—playing soccer, hide-and-seek, visiting festivals... His childhood was full of sunshine and outdoor activities.

He bought games mostly after his father became the Seventh Hokage and became exceptionally busy, using them to pass the time when he was home alone, or for entertainment with friends he met at school.

This kid Boruto was a total "socially active kid"!

Games couldn't even be considered his primary way of passing time, so naturally, he wouldn't have a mountain of a game library like some hardcore gamers.

Therefore, Otohime was able to "clear" most of Boruto's game inventory in just two short days.

"Ah... switching again?"

Boruto looked at Otohime's eager eyes and couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.

He already began to regret why he had agreed to this "white-haired loli's" request to play games.

When will Sarada finish learning Divine Air Strike!

Young Naruto didn't know when he had started leaning against the railing leading from the first floor to the second, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand, watching this "lively" scene in the living room downstairs, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned.

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