Smiling, Hinata began walking towards the ramen shop, with the sole intent of asking Naruto for some "advice" with her new technique.

But less than five steps away from the restuarant, she stopped moving. Fear instictively kicked in, and in her mind, she saw Naruto's reaction.

You call THAT a justu? All it does it make you look even uglier! And damn, that's pretty hard to do!

But...

B, b, but! What? You're a crybaby? You're an idiot? You're the sorriest excuse for a ninja in the village? Get the hell out of here, I don't want your crappiness rubbing off on me.

Are you gonna pay your tab, Naruto? It HAS been run up for about a month's worth of food.

Nah, give it to ugly-girl. She's got money.

Not bothering to look at Naruto or the ramen shop in general, Hinata ran home. This justu was nothing to her but a piece of paper with empty promises. It didn't make her more confident, it didn't have any practical use, and it didn't do much of anything except make her realize just how pathetic she was as a ninja.