Romance and Ninjas: In Naruto With Infinite Skill Points!

In the field, Hyuga Yuuki stood tall, facing the bullies. His sharp eyes tracked their movements, but part of his attention remained fixed on the translucent screen hovering before him.

[Skill Points: Infinite]

[Skills: Konoha Basic Taijutsu E-rank (Beginner), Basic Gentle Fist C-rank (Intermediate), Byakugan (Beginner)]

In this world, skill level distinctions weren't absolute. How well someone fought wasn't solely about individual mastery—it was about how effectively they used what they knew in battle.

Still, the difference between skill levels was noticeable.

Take the Byakugan, for example. As a beginner, he struggled to keep it activated for long. Even using it required hand seals, while the Hyuga elite could activate it with just a thought. That was likely why it appeared in the list as "Beginner."

Understanding this, Yuuki didn't hesitate. He assigned the maximum possible skill points to each ability.

A second later, the screen updated.

[Skills: Konoha Basic Taijutsu E-rank (Perfected), Basic Gentle Fist C-rank (Perfected), Byakugan (Perfected)]

Suddenly, memories surged through his mind.

He felt as if he had spent five years relentlessly training in Konoha's basic Taijutsu—repeating each movement, refining every stance, drilling techniques into instinct until they flowed effortlessly without thought.

The same happened with Gentle Fist and the Byakugan.

When he finally returned to himself, he exhaled, feeling a strange sense of loss.

The system didn't provide any feedback. The skills had improved, but his body hadn't changed to match the experience of those five years of training. Neither had his Kekkei Genkai been enhanced.

Otherwise, not only would his Byakugan be more proficient, but his visual range might have already stretched beyond a kilometer.

Taking a deep breath, Yuuki exhaled slowly, steadying his stance. His body shifted into the Gentle Fist stance, feet grounded, arms raised with effortless precision. His narrowed eyes locked onto the seven approaching bullies, scanning their movements.

"B-bastard! Do you think you can scare us like that? Just wait, we'll definitely beat you!"

"Yeah!"

"Take my punch!"

Without hesitation, the group charged, fists and feet flying toward him in a chaotic flurry.

Yuuki saw it all.

A subtle shift in weight, a twitch of muscle—their movements were predictable, sluggish in his eyes. In that instant, he activated his Byakugan without hand seals.

A gasp echoed from the crowd of onlookers. Even the teachers, observing from a distance, widened their eyes in disbelief.

"No hand seals…?!"

But Yuuki had no time to focus on their shock.

The first attacker lunged, swinging a wild punch at his face.

Yuuki sidestepped effortlessly, his footwork light, his body twisting just enough to avoid the strike. His fingers flicked forward, tapping the boy's right shoulder tenketsu. The arm immediately went limp, the attacker stumbling backward in confusion.

Before the next one could react, Yuuki dropped low, slipping under a kick and striking the boy's leg tenketsu. His opponent collapsed, his leg unable to support him.

A third bully attempted to grab Yuuki from behind—a mistake.

With a single pivot, Yuuki swung his palm sharply, striking the tenketsu in the kid's wrist. The boy's fingers twitched uselessly as his grip failed.

The fourth and fifth attacked together. One aimed for his stomach, the other for his back.

Yuuki's Byakugan tracked them simultaneously.

He tilted his torso, dodging one, while raising his arm to parry the other. As the two attackers overextended, he smoothly thrust his fingers into their arms, sealing their joints.

They collapsed to their knees, eyes widening in horror as they realized their limbs weren't responding.

The last two hesitated. Their eyes darted between their fallen friends and Yuuki, standing untouched in the center of the field.

Too slow.

Yuuki dashed forward, his movements a blur. A quick strike to the right tenketsu of one, and his legs buckled. A precise tap to the left shoulder of the other, and his arm drooped uselessly.

Seven opponents.

Not a single one could move.

Silence fell over the training ground.

The watching teachers exchanged looks, whispers spreading among them.

"That level of precision… at his age?"

"And he activated the Byakugan with a thought… without hand seals? Even among the main branch, only a handful can do that."

Yuuki straightened, shaking his head slightly.

"Too easy."

Without another word, Yuuki turned his back to the fallen boys, their faces frozen in humiliation and disbelief. His steps were steady as he walked toward Kushina, unfazed by the murmurs in the crowd.

Kushina, who had watched everything unfold, felt her heart pounding furiously. Her cheeks flushed, and an unfamiliar warmth spread through her chest. Her mind raced, struggling to process what had just happened.

Then, her brain overloaded.

Without thinking, she jabbed a finger at him, her words tumbling out in a flustered mess.

"Y-you guy! I d-don't need your help, dattebane! I-I could have defeated them myself, h-hmph! B-but… since you helped me… I guess I can let you be my friend!"

Steam practically rose from her head as she spun around and stormed off, leaving the crowd—including Yuuki—staring after her in confusion.

Yuuki blinked. What just happened?

Unfortunately, while people had eyes, they didn't always have brains.

"Hmph, so what if you have a hero to defend you? You're still an ugly tomato!"

A boy—one of the fallen bullies' friends—stepped forward, his face twisted with resentment as he hurled the insult at Kushina.

Yuuki tensed, about to respond, but then—something happened.

A sudden chill swept through the crowd.

Kushina froze in place.

Then, her hair began to rise.

Like a monster waking from slumber, her crimson locks lifted, floating unnaturally as if controlled by unseen hands. The pressure in the air shifted, an almost tangible force making the hair on Yuuki's arms stand on end.

Her chakra surged, so intense that it became visible to the naked eye—thick, violent waves of energy rippling around her.

The air crackled.

Kushina turned, her bright blue eyes glowing with fury.

The foolish boy who had spoken took half a step back, suddenly aware that he had made a mistake.

But it was too late.

With a single punch, Kushina launched him into the sky.

He flew like a broken kite, tumbling through the air before crashing onto the ground, rolling across the dirt like a ragdoll. A cloud of dust marked his landing.

Silence.

No one moved. No one dared to move.

Not even Yuuki.

His back prickled with cold sweat.

What was that speed? That strength?!

The bullies who had been beaten earlier? Completely forgotten.

The students who had been watching? Pale and speechless.

That was the day Kushina gained a new nickname—

"The Red-Hot-Blooded Habanero."

As for Yuuki?

He became a passing thought.

Only one man took notice of him amid the chaos.

Far away, in a dimly lit office, an old man took a slow puff from his smoking pipe, a knowing smile on his lips.

He reached for a folder, flipping it open before his eyes.

The title read:

"Hyuga Subjugation Plan."

Below the title were two photographs—

Hyuga Yuuki.

Uzumaki Kushina.

With a quiet chuckle, the Third Hokage closed the folder, turning to gaze out the window.

The village stretched before him, peaceful under the afternoon sun.

He exhaled a long, slow breath and muttered, "Ahh, what a beautiful day."