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Naruto had faced a lot of weird things in his life—giant talking toads, evil eyeball cults, and ramen shortages—but waking up in a hospital with no memory, no chakra, and a very stressed-out Hinata hovering over him took the top spot. Hinata, on the other hand, had been handling their bizarre situation with grace—if by "grace" one meant working three jobs, exorcising ghosts, and resisting the urge to shake Naruto every time he confidently got basic facts about his own life completely wrong. “What’s your favorite food?” asked Hinata. Naruto’s face brightened. “That’s easy! Curry! The hospital food is really good, ya know!” Where did her Naruto go?!