Simultaneous Transmigration: We Level Up Alone Across Multiple Worlds

Akimichi BBQ Restaurant is located in the middle of Konoha's main street.

Hongdou occupied a corner booth, leaning against the wall, with one leg bent and resting on the chair.

When Hinata arrived, the meat on the grill had already been flipped once.

"The latecomer pays."

"This meal was originally on me." Hinata Chen sat down opposite him, took off his coat and draped it over the back of the chair.

"Then let's add another plate of beef tongue."

Hinata Chen glanced at her.

Red Bean propped her chin up, her eyes crinkling, looking like she had Hinata Chen completely under her thumb.

It was very warm inside the barbecue restaurant.

The grease on the hot plate sizzled, and white smoke rose from the edge of the baking pan, mixed with the caramelized aroma of the sauce.

Hongdou picked up a slice of freshly grilled pork belly, rolled it in the dipping sauce, stuffed the whole slice into her mouth, and mumbled a "humph".

Hinata Chen didn't say anything more.

He put the grilled meat into her bowl and continued to rummage through the remaining slices.

After eating red beans for a while, I slowed down with my chopsticks.

She reached for the kettle on the corner of the table, and as she leaned forward, the neckline of her high-necked undershirt slipped down a little.

The side of her neck was exposed, with three magatama-shaped curse marks embedded in her skin, their color darker than the surrounding skin, like scars left by old wounds.

Hinata Chen's gaze lingered there for less than a second.

After pouring out the water, Hongdou straightened up and pulled her collar back to cover the curse mark again.

Heavenly Curse Seal.

The things Orochimaru left on her.

Red Bean never exposes its neck.

The neckline of this turtleneck is a little looser than usual today, probably because it's been washed and worn.

"Whether it's a caged bird or a cursed mark from heaven, it's all just a dog leash in the end."

Hinata Chen placed a slice of grilled beef tongue into his bowl.

The Heavenly Curse Seal is more like a parasitic sage chakra, intertwined with its host.

The girl seemed completely unconcerned, enjoying the barbecue.

In such a distorted world, this is one of the few beautiful things.

Perhaps, we could make a one-time sealing scroll.

The leftover scraps from the helmet should be enough.

"I should make one for Hongdou too."

Seeing that he was staring at the beef tongue in the bowl without moving, Hongdou waved her chopsticks in front of his eyes twice.

"What are you daydreaming about? The meat won't taste good if it gets cold."

"I'm thinking about this month's task list." Hinata Chen stuffed a beef tongue into his mouth.

"You're lying." Hongdou saw through Hyuga Chen's insincerity at a glance and didn't press the matter further.

She had known Hinata Chen for so many years that she was used to his habit of using silence to deflect questions.

At first, she thought he was too dull, but later she realized that he just didn't like to explain himself.

Red Bean took the last piece of meat off the baking tray.

"Are there many tasks this month?"

"Two B-grade grades."

"Only two?"

"Adjusted by above."

Hongdou frowned. She put her chopsticks on the bowl and put her legs off the chair.

"Don't worry. With fewer tasks, you'll have more time to do other things."

Hongdou looked at him for a while, then didn't ask any more questions.

She leaned back in her chair, stretched, and as she tilted her head back, her ample curves were subtly revealed.

Hinata Chen lowered his head and used his chopsticks to stir the remaining rice grains in his bowl.

"Let's go, it's my treat next time!"

She zipped her coat up to her chin, the neckline completely covering her neck.

I greeted the shop owner as I passed the counter. The owner was wiping the iron plate and responded without looking up.

The two walked out of the store.

The streets were quiet at night, and the streetlights cast long and short shadows of the two people.

Hinata Chen walked behind.

He watched her back as the wind tousled her short hair, letting a strand fall across her neck and obscuring a small patch of skin that her high collar couldn't cover.

"It won't be long."

He quickened his pace and walked alongside Hongdou.

……

Deep beneath Konoha Village. The headquarters of Root.

The corridor has no windows.

The walls were rough-hewn rock, and the faint firelight made the shadows of people appear thin.

Aburame Torune walked a long way down the corridor and stopped in front of an unmarked iron gate.

He knocked twice.

The door opened from the inside.

Danzo sat in a chair.

His right hand was wrapped in bandages, and his left hand was resting on the armrest.

The documents on the table were neatly stacked, with the top document being the patrol log of the Uchiha Police Force from last month.

Aburame Tori placed a thin file folder on the table.

"Hyuga branch family, Hyuga Chen. Special Jonin. With Byakugan and Healing Palm Technique, his medical ninjutsu is at the Jonin level. Currently on duty in the Hokage Building's medical ward."

Danzo didn't look at the file; his sharp gaze lingered on Tokun's face.

Get to the point.

"This person has been continuously purchasing high-purity chakra-conducting metal for the past three years. Each purchase is small, but the accumulated amount exceeds several times the normal medical usage. This is still ongoing."

Danzo tapped the armrest of the chair with his right index finger.

"Purpose unknown. Chakra-conducting metals are typically used to forge ninja tools, so it's likely intended for forging chakra scalpels or other self-defense weapons."

Danzo flipped the folder to the first page, where Hyuga Chen's ID photo was pasted. His forehead was covered by a headband, his white eyes stared directly at the camera, and his expression was indifferent.

"Why would a family that's splitting up need to buy this?"

Danzo closed the file folder.

He wouldn't normally even consider a branch family member of the Hyuga clan, but...

He was very close to the carrier of the cursed seal left by Orochimaru, and even after thoroughly investigating the matter, Danzo still felt there was something wrong.

"The time is almost up for the Uchiha. Let's not waste manpower on this. Let's arrange the people in advance."

"Yes."

……

……

On the day the mission reward arrived, Hinata Chen stood for a moment at the entrance of the mission posting area.

The envelope was thinner than usual.

After deducting the advance payment for food and lodging during the mission, the remaining amount was just enough to buy the last batch of chakra conduction metal. He folded the envelope, stuffed it inside his coat, and walked out of the Hokage Building.

He didn't go directly to the ninja tool merchant that afternoon.

I went to the medical room first and took out the remaining half bottle of disinfectant alcohol and a roll of unused bandage from the locker.

There's still a box of unopened candied chestnuts in the cupboard. Hongdou gave them to him last week, saying he looked pale and needed something sweet.

After hesitating for a moment, I pushed the chestnut box further inside and closed the cabinet door.

The ninja tool shop on Konoha's main street is an old store with a narrow storefront. Behind the counter, shelves display kunai, shuriken, and explosive tags, while chakra-conducting metal is kept in a locked glass case at the very back.

The shop owner is a retired Chunin who is missing two fingers on his left hand, making it more difficult for him to give change than for others.

How much do you want this time?

"Same as last time."

The old shop owner glanced at him.

It is unusual for a medical ninja to repeatedly purchase chakra-conducting metal.

But business people won't ask too many questions.

He turned around, unlocked the door, took out several dark metal blocks from the glass cabinet, wrapped them in oil paper, and tied them tightly with hemp rope.

Hinata Dust paid the money.

The paper package felt just the right weight in my hand.

It was already dark when they returned to their room.

He took the metal box out of the hidden compartment and arranged the newly purchased metal blocks side by side with the previous stock.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, and the silver patterns on the metal surface shone faintly in the darkness.

The portion is sufficient.

He closed the tin box again and sat cross-legged on the tatami mat.

My heart was beating a few beats faster than usual, and my palms were slightly damp.

at last……