[TF] How to Train a Hinata - Bonus Text

Enjoy this bonus chapter, where Sakura’s smelly, hard-working feet get the treatment they deserve! Her feet, drenched in the sweat and grime of endless missions, deserve nothing less than complete pampering. Honestly, who wouldn’t beg on their hands and knees to relieve the pain from her sore soles? Only the truly dedicated would be worthy enough to serve under those divine feet.

The Insole

It was supposed to be a simple day off for me, sitting on a bench in Konoha, basking in the sunshine after weeks of relentless training. I was just another shinobi, catching a break between missions. The warm breeze tickled my skin, the sun bathing me in peace.

From a distance, I heard familiar voices—voices I wished I hadn’t. Sakura Haruno and Ino Yamanaka, who were walking towards me. Even from afar, I could hear their bickering, their words cutting through the calm air like kunai.

"You’re so impatient, Sakura! Just wait one more day!" Ino's voice was high-pitched with frustration, but she seemed excited all the same.

Sakura stomped her foot, scowling. "I don’t care about your stupid surprise, Ino! My feet are killing me now, and I’m not going to wait. You said you had some perfect insole candidate tied up in your basement, but I need relief now! These missions are brutal, and if I don’t have an insole soon, I’ll lose my mind."

My muscles tensed as they approached. This wasn’t just casual talk. Something about the way Sakura said ‘insole’ sent shivers down my spine. I kept my eyes closed, hoping they wouldn’t notice me, but luck wasn’t on my side.

Sakura’s sharp eyes locked onto me like a hawk spotting prey. She paused mid-step, turning her head to Ino with a smirk. "You know what? Why wait? I’ve found my insole."

I felt the blood drain from my face as she made a beeline for me, Ino right behind her. Before I could even process what was happening, Sakura was looming over me, her hand resting on her hip.

"Hey," she snapped, "I think I’ve found a solution to my little problem."

My eyes widened as she lifted her foot. "W-what are you—?"

Before I could finish my sentence, she slammed her foot into my chest, knocking the wind out of me. Pain shot through my ribs, and I tried to sit up, but something was wrong. My body wasn’t responding. It was as if her chakra had seeped through her foot and into my skin, paralysing me from the inside out.

"Stop complaining," she growled, her foot pressing down harder. "This’ll be over soon."

I tried to shout, but nothing came out. My body was completely under her control, and with every stomp, I felt myself losing my strength, my identity, my will to fight back.

Ino, standing to the side, folded her arms and pouted. "Sakura, I told you! I had the perfect guy tied up for your birthday! You didn’t have to ruin the surprise like this."

Sakura didn’t even bother to look at her. "He’ll do. I need an insole now."

She stomped again and again, and with each strike of her foot, I felt myself shrinking inside. My body wasn’t physically changing—yet—but my spirit, my consciousness, was bending to her will. Her foot, slick with sweat and dirt from a long day of missions, filled my senses with a rancid smell that clung to my nose. It was disgusting, unbearable, but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t stop her. The world around me began to blur, fading into the heat and pressure of Sakura’s foot grinding me into submission.

"You’re really going through with this, huh?" Ino laughed, though there was disappointment in her voice. "You know, it’s kind of a waste. The guy I have back home is much better."

Sakura just rolled her eyes. "Whatever. This one’s mine now."

As her foot pressed down one final time, everything went dark. I was no longer just me. I had become something else.

Hours Later…

The hours dragged on like days. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even scream. I was no longer a ninja, no longer a person. I was just Sakura’s insole, plastered to the bottom of her sandal, squashed beneath the overwhelming weight of her foot. Her chakra had transformed me into a living object, a mere extension of her footwear. My existence had been reduced to nothing but her comfort.

The smell of her feet was unbearable. It was a mix of sweat, dirt, and the unmistakable odour of days-old boots that hadn’t seen the inside of a washing tub in far too long. Each step she took pounded me deeper into her sandal, each movement sending waves of pain through my body. But after a while… I started getting used to it. The pressure, the stink, the dirt—all of it became part of my new reality.

They continued walking through the village, their conversation so casual, so indifferent to what had just happened.

"Doesn’t it feel great?" Ino asked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I bet that new insole of yours is loving the experience. I know I would."

Sakura scoffed. "He’s probably too far gone to care. You’ve got no idea how sore my feet were this morning. This guy better keep them nice and soft, or he’ll regret it."

They laughed, while I, trapped beneath her, could only endure. My mind kept racing, trying to find a way out, trying to remember what it was like to be free. But the more time passed, the more those memories faded. I wasn’t a ninja anymore. I wasn’t even a human anymore. I was just an insole, absorbing every bit of grime and sweat from her soles.

Later That Evening...

Hours passed, and eventually, they arrived at Sakura’s home. My body was numb from the constant pounding, my mind dulled from the overwhelming stench. The streets of Konoha were still bustling outside, but to me, they may as well have been a world away.

Ino, by now, was growing impatient. She had been waiting for this moment all day. "Come on, Sakura! Let me smell your feet already. You promised!"

Sakura sighed dramatically. "Fine. But make it quick. You’re such a freak, Ino."

Sakura finally lifted her foot, and for the first time in hours, I felt a brief sense of relief. My body, or what was left of it, was pulled away from the rough sole of her sandal, stuck to the dampness of her foot. The smell was unbearable, worse than before.

I could hear Ino inhaling deeply, her moans of delight sending shivers through me. "Oh, Sakura," Ino breathed, "your feet are perfect. The smell, the shape, the size—everything about them. I could sniff them all day long!"

Her voice became more manic with each sniff, her breathing growing heavier. "The dirt… the sweat… I love how it stings my nose, how it burns in my lungs. It’s so strong, so… powerful."

I felt sick. Here I was, a living, breathing person reduced to an object beneath Sakura’s feet, while Ino took pleasure in sniffing what was left of me. They didn’t care that I was once a shinobi, once a person with hopes and dreams. To them, I was just an accessory.

Then Ino did something even worse—she started licking Sakura’s sole, the one not wearing me. Her tongue traced the lines of dirt and sweat, and I could hear Sakura giggling, pulling her foot back slightly.

"That tickles, you idiot!" she laughed, playfully kicking Ino away. "Alright, that’s enough."

Ino pouted but eventually stood back up, wiping her mouth. "You’re no fun."

Sakura ignored her, sitting on her bed as she finally peeled me off her foot. The sensation of being removed was revolting—sticky, wet, and disgusting. I had absorbed so much of her sweat and grime that I felt like I was merging with her foot.

Sakura held me up, wrinkling her nose in disgust. "Ugh, you’re filthy."

For a moment, I thought she might turn me back into a person, maybe give me a chance to escape this nightmare. But instead, she just shrugged and tossed me aside—into the bin, like a piece of trash.

"Well, I’m looking forward to that insole you promised me, Ino," she said, yawning. "This one was good, but I bet yours will be even better."

They laughed again, and I heard the sound of footsteps leaving the room. The lid of the bin closed, and I was left in the dark, trapped in my new, disgusting form.

This was my life now. No longer a ninja, no longer a person. Just Sakura’s discarded insole.

And she couldn’t even be bothered to remember my name.

END