Naruto : Please Torture Me!

The soft light of early morning crept into the room, its gentle warmth chasing away the last remnants of sleep. Flower stirred beneath the blanket, her breathing slow and steady, her body heavy as though weighed down by layers of softness.

Her fingers brushed against the silken fabric of the futon, and her brows furrowed slightly. Something felt... off. The texture was too delicate, too luxurious. She shifted, the faint rustling of leaves outside the window mingling with the chirping of birds, and her eyes fluttered open.

What she saw made her heart skip.

The room wasn't hers.

Wooden floors stretched out beneath her, smooth and polished, while sliding paper doors cast soft, muted shadows on the walls. Everything about the room was simple, elegant, and unfamiliar. A faint breeze drifted through the open window, carrying with it the scent of blooming flowers.

Her breathing hitched as she sat up slowly, the blanket slipping down her shoulders. Her hands clutched instinctively at her chest, her heart racing as her gaze darted around. *Where am I?* she thought, panic bubbling in her chest.

Her eyes landed on a small mirror propped on a wooden dresser across the room. Something about it drew her closer, her movements hesitant and shaky. When she finally saw herself, her breath left her in a rush.

The girl staring back at her wasn't her.

Her reflection had soft, delicate features framed by short, dark indigo hair that shimmered faintly in the morning light. Pale lavender eyes, wide and glowing, stared back at her with the same confusion swirling in her heart.

"This is... Hinata Hyuga," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Memories flooded her mind, disjointed and overwhelming. Konoha. The Hyuga clan. Naruto Uzumaki. The world of *Naruto,* a story she had read and loved in her past life. But why was she here? How was this even possible?

She pressed her hands to her chest, trying to steady her breathing. *I'm Flower... or I was. Just an ordinary girl in an ordinary world. How did I become Hinata?* Her heart pounded as the reality sank in. This wasn't a dream. This was real.

Before she could process anything further, a sudden chime echoed in her mind, clear and melodic.

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System Activated.

Welcome, User.

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Flower froze, her body stiffening as glowing words appeared before her eyes, floating like a holographic screen.

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Masochist System Initialization Complete...

This system rewards you for enduring pain, embarrassment, and emotional vulnerability. Points earned can be spent to unlock skills and abilities.

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Her cheeks flushed a brilliant red. "W-What?" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

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Current Status: Weak and Shy. Perfect conditions for growth. Embrace your vulnerability, and you shall be rewarded.

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Her face grew hotter, her hands flying to her cheeks as though she could hide the blush. "P-Pain and embarrassment?" she mumbled, her voice trembling. The idea made her stomach twist, but before she could dwell on it, the system chimed again.

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Quest Initiated: Take Your First Steps.

Objective: Stand up and face the day.

Reward: +50 Masochist Points.

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The screen disappeared, leaving Flower staring blankly at the air in front of her. Her lips parted as though to protest, but no words came out. Her heart thudded in her chest, her thoughts racing.

*What is even happening?* she thought, panic and confusion swirling in equal measure. *Why... why does it reward me for something like that?*

The faint sound of footsteps outside the room pulled her from her thoughts. She sucked in a breath and quickly turned toward the door. *I have to figure this out,* she thought, forcing herself to move.

Carefully, Flower swung her legs over the edge of the futon. The coolness of the wooden floor sent a small shiver up her spine, but she ignored it, focusing instead on steadying her trembling hands.

*Just stand up. That's all you have to do. Stand up, and then you can figure out what's going on,* she told herself, taking a deep breath.

Her legs wobbled as she pushed herself up, and for a brief, glorious moment, she thought she was fine. But then her knees buckled, and with a startled yelp, she tumbled forward, landing in an ungraceful heap on the floor.

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Masochist Points Earned: +5 (Physical Discomfort).

+10 (Embarrassment).

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Flower groaned, her face burning as she scrambled to her knees. "W-Why does it reward me for this?" she muttered, brushing her hair out of her face.

The system's voice chimed cheerfully, its teasing tone making her want to sink into the floor.

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Flustered already? Good. Keep it up, and you'll grow stronger in no time.

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"I-I'm not flustered!" she whispered furiously, though the way her cheeks burned said otherwise.

Pushing herself to her feet once more—this time with more caution—she took a shaky breath and straightened her posture. *One step at a time,* she thought, trying to calm herself. *Just one step at a time.*

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The dining room felt cold and distant, its pristine elegance doing little to ease Flower's nerves. She sat stiffly at the low table, her hands folded neatly in her lap as a servant placed a bowl of rice and miso soup in front of her.

Across from her sat Hiashi Hyuga, his piercing gaze locked onto her. Flower squirmed under his scrutiny, her fingers tightening in her lap as she lowered her head.

"You've been slacking in your training, Hinata," Hiashi said, his tone sharp and unyielding.

Flower's heart sank. She opened her mouth to speak, but her voice came out as little more than a whisper. "I... I'm sorry."

Hiashi frowned, his disapproval like a heavy weight pressing down on her chest. "Apologies won't make you stronger. If you continue to show such weakness, you'll bring shame to the Hyuga name."

The words hit her like a slap, and she felt tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. She bit her lip hard, willing herself not to cry.

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Masochist Points Earned: +10 (Emotional Vulnerability).

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The system's voice chimed in her mind, its teasing tone making her cheeks burn.

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Good girl. Tears suit you. :3

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*Stop it,* she thought furiously, burying her face in her hands. *This isn't funny!*

Breakfast couldn't end soon enough. The moment Hiashi turned his attention elsewhere, Flower excused herself, practically fleeing the room.

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The streets of Konoha were alive with activity, the morning sun casting golden light over bustling stalls and cheerful villagers. Flower wandered aimlessly, her steps hesitant as she took in the sights and sounds of the village.

"This is... amazing," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

But her awe quickly turned to discomfort as she noticed the curious stares directed her way.

"Isn't that Hinata Hyuga?" someone whispered.

"She looks... different," another voice said.

Flower ducked her head, her cheeks flushing as she clutched the fabric of her sleeves. *Why is everyone looking at me?* she thought, anxiety bubbling in her chest.

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Masochist Points Earned: +15 (Public Embarrassment).

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The system chimed again, its tone annoyingly amused.

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You're doing wonderfully. Keep enduring, and the rewards will flow.

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*I hate this system,* she thought miserably, her face burning.

Her foot caught on a loose stone, and she stumbled forward with a startled cry, landing awkwardly on her hands and knees. Gasps and murmurs erupted around her, and Flower's cheeks turned scarlet as she scrambled to her feet.

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Masochist Points Earned: +20 (Humiliation).

New Skill Unlocked: Enhanced Stamina.

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Flower groaned softly, brushing dirt off her clothes. "Why does this keep happening to me?" she muttered under her breath.

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As she wandered further from the busy streets, Flower found herself in a quiet clearing. The rustling of leaves and the distant hum of birdsong filled the air, soothing her frayed nerves.

And then she saw him.

Naruto Uzumaki stood in the clearing, his bright orange jacket glowing in the sunlight. He was practicing his jutsu, his movements clumsy but filled with determination.

Flower's heart swelled at the sight of him, her cheeks flushing as warmth spread through her chest.

"This is him," she whispered, her voice trembling. "This is