《Naruto Birdcage》


 Ch 1 : Bird of the Broken Cage

    Last night''s autumn rain had left fallen leaves all over the yard.


    An old tree swayed in the wind, its branches dancing, looking somewhat desolate and sorrowful.


    The teacup on the low tableemittedwhite steam, and the room was silent, with everyone seemingly waiting for something.


    A servant hurried to the door and bowed to whisper near the young man sitting at the head of the table.


    "Lord Hiashi, Makoto has arrived."


    The people seated on either side of the room turned their gaze toward the door, where a figure had already appeared.


    The boy''s face was clear and delicate, with a cool and aloof demeanor.


    He was originally from the Hyuga family, but his eyes were unusually black, and unlike most of the people present, his forehead was not covered by a headband or ribbon. It was left exposed in a casual manner.


    Various gazes look overhim, all showing signs of surprise.


    This meeting, specially convened for this boy, had been full of heated arguments and disagreements.


    But after seeing the boy, one by one, the room fell into silence.


    A wish that all branch family members could only hope for but never attain.


    "Lord Hiashi."


    Hyuga Makoto walked to the center of the council hall, bowed to Hyuga Hiashi, who sat at the head, and then greeted each of the elders seated on the left and right sides.


    As a prestigious family in Konoha, the Hyuga clan had many intricate and redundant rules, with rigid divisions between the main and branch families.


    The hierarchy was strict, and nothing was done casually.


    To the left of Hyuga Hiashi sat a gentle, graceful woman, her demeanor elegant and composed.


    She glanced at Hyuga Makoto, who had entered without wearing a headband, and then noticed the eager, concealed looks from the elders, which made her furrow her brow slightly.


    The cursed seal marking the branch family members was branded on their foreheads, rarely shown to others.


    It was generally concealed by a headband or ribbon, and only the main family members would leave it exposed.


    "How is your recovery?" Hyuga Hiashi asked calmly.


    "The doctor said there are no major issues now."


    Hyuga Hiashi nodded slightly before saying, "The battlefield is fraught with danger. The emergency eye transplant you underwent was no doubt a necessary measure, and I can understand."


    He paused, his pearly white eyes fixed on the boy in front of him.


    "We will not blame that girl. The most important thing for the family is that you survived."


    Hyuga Makoto lowered his gaze, his tone calm. "Thank you, Lord Hiashi."


    "Your current condition is not suitable for the front lines. Stay in the village for now. Once the clan finds a suitable match among the remaining Byakugan, we can replace your eyes."


    As the first person to survive after the full activation of the branch family''s cursed seal, he now faced the situation at hand.


    Having unexpectedly arrived in this world of "Naruto", his soul had taken the place of the Hyuga branch family ninja who had died on the battlefield.This novel''s true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there.


    When the Konoha ninja found him among the corpses, his eyes had already gone blind.


    The battlefield medical ninja had temporarily replaced his eyes with those of another person.


    The reason for his blindness was that, at the moment of death, this body had activated the Caged Bird Cursed Seal, destroying his eyes.


    After being brought back to Konoha as a wounded soldier, the incident shook the entire Hyuga clan.


    Hyuga Hiashi had no choice but to rush back from the battlefield, as this situation was crucial to whether the Hyuga main family''s position could remain as solid as ever.


    He could not afford to delay even a moment.


    The clan had thoroughly examined Hyuga Makoto''s body several times, but the conclusion was always the same.


    He had suffered fatal injuries, but had received timely treatment on the front lines.


    The Caged Bird Cursed Seal had indeed activated and disappeared.


    The destroyed eyes still remained, and the ones he had been given in place were just ordinary eyes¡­


    There was nothing particularly wrong, or rather, the only oddity was that Hyuga Makoto was still alive, even though the Caged Bird Cursed Seal was supposed to destroy his brain''s nerves.


    Has the Caged Bird Cursed Seal failed, or is there something wrong?


    Otherwise, how could the variable of Hyuga Makoto have appeared?


    Looking at the changing expressions of the clan members in the room, each with their own thoughts, Hyuga Hiashi understood the situation in his heart.


    The divisions and barriers had already become deeply entrenched, something that could not be changed by his efforts alone.


    Of course, he did not need to change anything.


    He was the beneficiary.


    What Hyuga Hiashi needed to do was to maintain the situation and ensure it continued to benefit his own branch and descendants.


    A pair of branch family Byakugan, if they fall into someone else''s hands and are destroyed, so be it.


    But an outsider who is not under the control of the main family¡ªhe would never allow such a person to exist!


    The meeting was adjourned.


    As everyone left, they occasionally glanced at Hyuga Makoto, their eyes lingering on his forehead for a long time.


    Although they all knew it was impossible, each of them wanted to experience what it would feel like to be free from that shackle.


    "Makoto."


    Just as Hyuga Makoto was about to leave, a voice suddenly called out to him.


    He turned toward the voice and saw the elegant woman who had been seated to the left of Hyuga Hiashi earlier, walking toward him.


    Though referred to as a woman, she was no more than a girl around 20 years old.


    However, her mature and refined makeup, along with her white kimono, gave her a graceful and dignified air, making her seem like a woman.


    Hyuga Ayano, Hyuga Hiashi''s fianc¨¦e, and, if all went according to plan, would also be Hinata''s mother in the future.


    "Lady Ayano."


    Hyuga Ayano smiled gently and said, "No need to be so formal. You can call me Sister Ayano or just Sister. Ayari has always been worried about you."


    Ayano''s sister, Ayari, was someone Hyuga Makoto used to follow around as a child.


    However, the sisters'' fates turned out completely different. She was destined to be the future clan leader''s wife¡ªa fate decided long ago.


    Hyuga Makoto''s gaze inadvertently swept across her smooth forehead.


    The entire Hyuga clan was filled with an overwhelming sense of fate.


    Hyuga Makoto simply said, "I''ve made Sister Ayari worry."


    Hyuga Ayano''s gaze quietly studied Makoto''s face.


    After enduring life-and-death trials, a person''s demeanor could change so drastically¡ªit was as if they had become an entirely different person.


    "Anyway, it''s good that you''re fine now. Didn''t Ayari already visit you?"


    "Yes."


    "The clan is actually very concerned about you. Losing your Byakugan must feel unfamiliar, right?" Hyuga Ayano''s tone was gentle, like that of a caring elder sister.


    In her, Hyuga Makoto could see a glimpse of what Hinata might look like as an adult.


    "It hasn''t really affected my daily life," he replied.


    "That''s good. The clan still has a considerable reserve of Byakugan, and they''ll arrange for a replacement for you soon. You don''t need to worry." As Ayano spoke, she took out a white silk ribbon and handed it to Makoto.


    "In the future, you should be more mindful when moving around the clan. Don''t let the others develop any misunderstandings."


    Hyuga Makoto''s gaze wavered slightly as he looked at the silk ribbon she handed him.


    Hyuga Ayano was also watching his reaction carefully.


    "Apologies, Lady Ayano. It was thoughtless of me. I''ll be more careful in the future!" Makoto said, bowing his head as he accepted the ribbon with both hands.


    Ayano''s elegant expression softened slightly, and she said gently, "It''s not your fault. After all, no one wanted such a thing to happen. Even Lord Hokage has heard about your situation and asked Hiashi about you. He''s very concerned about you."


    Her gaze was warm and caring as she spoke, her tone filled with sincerity.


    After finishing her words, she gently patted Makoto''s shoulder in a comforting gesture.


    Being this close, he could faintly catch a soft fragrance emanating from her.


    "Just stay in the village and rest for now."


    Hyuga Ayano left, and gradually, the people in front of the council hall also dispersed.


    The courtyard grew quiet and empty, leaving him standing there alone.


    Whoosh¡ª


    The wind suddenly picked up, carrying a chill that swept across his face.


    Do they want him to become a caged bird again¡­?


    These ordinary eyes may not see any less far.

 Ch 2 : Wildflower

    ¡°Miss Rin.¡±


    Looking at the maid who had brought her tea, Nohara Rin felt a little at a loss.


    She awkwardly stood up to return the greeting, but the maid did not meet her eyes, bowed slightly, and then left.


    The spacious reception hall felt so empty that it made her extremely uneasy.


    From the inner room came the faint sound of conversation¡ªit was her teacher speaking with the head of the Hyuga clan.


    Rin picked up the teacup and took a small sip, her eyes wandering aimlessly around the room.


    She had saved a comrade from the village on the battlefield, but it seemed she had gotten herself entangled in some kind of trouble, to the point where her teacher had to step in on her behalf.


    Fortunately, every time the Hyuga family invited her over, they always treated her with great courtesy.


    Apart from asking for detailed accounts of what had happened back then, they had not made things difficult for her.


    Lost in her thoughts, she suddenly noticed a figure standing at the doorway.


    The courtyard outside buzzed with the noise of daytime, and sunlight slanted into the reception hall.


    The figure stood precisely at the boundary between light and shadow, and in the dim backlight, she could faintly make out the sharp contours of his face.


    The Hyuga clan members all seem to be quite good-looking¡­


    The thought crossed her mind inexplicably.


    Having visited the Hyuga compound several times, she had seen so many pairs of those pale, unseeing eyes that they had started to blur together in her memory.


    But she remembered this person very clearly.


    ¡°It¡¯s you.¡±


    Rin quickly set down her teacup and stood up.


    During a mission to search for a missing reconnaissance team, She and Kakashi had only found Hyuga Makoto, who was blind, gravely injured, and on the verge of death.


    The rest of his team had all perished in action.


    At that time, they were near the edge of the Iwa-nin military camp, constantly at risk of being discovered by the enemy.


    Hyuga Makoto had told her and Kakashi that if they didn¡¯t want to return with a blind burden, they should help him replace his eyes.


    Her impression of him ended when he was brought back to the village.


    Although Rin had visited the Hyuga compound several times since then, she had never seen him again, despite every visit was because of him.


    ¡°How is your health now?¡± Rin asked while examining him, her gaze lingering on his eyes for a second longer than intended.


    Those dark pupils were deep and tranquil, seemingly ordinary, but on a Hyuga clan member, they felt strikingly out of place.


    ¡°Almost fully recovered.¡±


    ¡°And¡­ are you getting used to your eyes?¡±


    ¡°Yes, I can see everything.¡±


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    Rin had only performed eye replacement surgery twice, both under urgent and perilous circumstances.


    Given the limitations of her skills and the lack of proper equipment, she worried that Hyuga Makoto might suffer some lasting side effects.


    ¡°Thank you for everything you¡¯ve done,¡± Hyuga Makoto suddenly said.


    ¡°You came all this way just to thank me again?¡± Rin chuckled, finding him rather straightforward.


    ¡°You¡¯ve already thanked me before. Besides, we¡¯re comrades from the same village¡ªit was my duty to save you.¡±


    ¡°This is very important to me,¡± Hyuga Makoto said earnestly.


    Rin felt a little awkward. ¡°You¡­ don¡¯t need to dwell on it.¡±


    Hyuga Makoto didn¡¯t press the matter further and instead changed the topic.


    ¡°I heard Lord Minato is here.¡±


    Rin nodded. ¡°Sensei is talking with Lord Hiashi.¡±


    ¡°It seems I¡¯m fortunate enough to meet Lord Minato today.¡±


    Rin smiled faintly.


    She was long used to the fact that her teacher had countless admirers.


    The two of them exchanged a few more casual words before a sound suddenly came from the inner room.


    Hyuga Hiashi and Namikaze Minato emerged together.


    Hiashi wore a friendly smile, a stark contrast to the stern expression Hyuga Makoto was used to seeing on him.


    Then, he caught sight of the man who would become the Fourth Hokage¡ªa tall, slender, and handsome blond youth.


    ¡°Sensei." Rin immediately spoke up, also greeting Hyuga Hiashi with a polite nod. ¡°Lord Hiashi.¡±


    Hyuga Makoto stood quietly to the side, bowing slightly but saying nothing.


    ¡°The situation on the front lines remains deadlocked. We¡¯ll have to rely on you, Minato, to lead us forward,¡± Hiashi said.


    ¡°With the Hokage guiding us, victory is certain,¡± Minato replied with confidence.


    Hiashi¡¯s gaze swept across the two standing in the reception hall, noticing that Hyuga Makoto was wearing his forehead protector today.


    Hiashi then looked at Rin and suddenly smiled.


    ¡°Inviting Miss Rin here was mainly to better understand the situation back then and ensure proper follow-up treatment. I didn¡¯t expect you, Minato, to make a special trip as well. It seems we haven¡¯t been treating Miss Rin with enough hospitality.¡±


    Minato smiled in return. ¡°You¡¯re too kind, Mr. Hiashi. I was just worried Rin might unintentionally offend you.¡±


    Hiashi replied, ¡°Miss Rin is an excellent medical ninja. Many of our clan members admire her greatly.¡±


    Hearing this, Rin felt a bit flattered and caught off guard.


    ¡°You may remain here, Mr. Hiashi. We¡¯ll take our leave now,¡± Minato said with a slight bow.


    ¡°Makoto, see our guests out,¡± Hiashi said with a smile.


    Leaving the reception hall, the three of them walked along the covered corridor toward the main gate.


    The Hyuga courtyard was vast, with artificial rock formations, flowing water, ponds, and lush greenery.


    Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the stone pathways.


    ¡°You must be Hyuga Makoto,¡± Minato said as they walked, his mind thoughtfully considering the young man beside him.


    ¡°Yes, Lord Minato,¡± Makoto replied respectfully.


    ¡°There¡¯s no need to be so formal. It was thanks to your intelligence back then that we secured such an important victory,¡± Minato said with a warm smile.


    ¡°The intelligence wasn¡¯t obtained by me alone. It was the effort of the entire reconnaissance team,¡± Makoto responded calmly.


    Minato paused briefly, clearly moved by Makoto¡¯s words, and nodded. ¡°You¡¯re absolutely right.¡±


    After a moment of silence, Minato sighed softly. ¡°The situation back then must have been incredibly perilous.¡±


    Makoto replied, ¡°It was all for the village. One of your students, Lord Minato, also gave his life for that cause, didn¡¯t he?¡±


    These words brought a heavy silence over the group.


    Hyuga Makoto caught a glimpse of Rin lowering her head, her expression dim with sorrow.


    Before long, Minato spoke again, his voice steady and firm, as if making a solemn promise: ¡°No one dies in vain.¡±


    Hyuga Makoto replied with an unchanged expression.


    ¡°You¡¯re right, Lord Minato. Every fallen comrade is a hero of the village.


    Their will guides us to keep moving forward with determination.¡±


    Hearing such dignified and resolute words, Minato was slightly taken aback.


    He couldn¡¯t help but glance at Hyuga Makoto again, his gaze filled with a hint of surprise.


    ¡°You have an admirable sense of resolve.¡±


    Hyuga Makoto smoothly continued,


    "It was the sacrifice of my comrades that gave me some important lessons.


    I also want to become someone like you, Lord Minato, who charges to the front lines for the village.


    Unfortunately, my clan requires me to stay in the village to recover.


    I wish I could fight alongside you."


    Minato smiled and replied.


    "Since you''re still recovering, you should focus on your rest.


    A young person like you being alive is already a contribution to the village.


    Moreover, the strength of your Hyuga clan is unique and holds great significance for the village."


    Hyuga Makoto¡¯s gaze flickered slightly. "You¡¯re right, Lord Minato."


    When they reached the entrance of the Hyuga compound, they parted ways, and Hyuga Makoto watched them leave, his expression returning to calm.


    He had been rejected¡­ but that was to be expected.


    How could he expect Minato to accept such a one-sided request?


    He wasn¡¯t a hot-blooded fool like Naruto.


    After Minato and Rin had left the Hyuga compound, Rin couldn¡¯t help but speak up to her teacher, ¡°Makoto is a really good person, isn¡¯t he?¡±


    Perhaps it was because their comrades had both been sacrificed, but Rin felt some empathy toward him.


    Minato didn¡¯t comment directly and simply smiled.


    ¡°Don¡¯t interact with him too much.¡±

 Ch 3 : Flip the table

    When Makoto returned to his residence, he found Hyuga Ayari lazily lying on the sofa, with a pure white pet dog nestled in her arms.


    She was much older than Makoto, already an adult.


    Her appearance was very similar to Hyuga Ayano, with about seventy to eighty percent resemblance, but her demeanor was more calm and gentle.


    Makoto walked over and poured himself a glass of water, then sat down on the opposite side of the sofa.


    "I remember locking the door," he remarked.


    "Are you not welcoming me?"


    Ayari glanced at him with a neutral expression, one hand continuing to gently stroke the soft fur of the dog.


    The white dog had originally been raised by Makoto, and Ayari often came over to play with it because she liked it so much.


    Before heading to the battlefield, Makoto had given Ayari a key to his home, intending for her to help clean his room occasionally.


    In his memories, the two had been quite close, and their homes were next to each other.


    Makoto had once harbored many feelings of admiration for this beautiful older sister.


    But it was only admiration, as Ayari, like her sister, was already betrothed.


    Her fianc¨¦ was Hyuga Hiashi''s younger brother.


    It was normal for a young man to harbor admiration for an older and more accomplished woman.


    Perhaps Ayari had already noticed this, but she never took it seriously.


    There was a significant age gap between them, and in a few years, Ayari might have children, while Makoto would still be an inexperienced little kid.


    "Spi."


    Hearing Makoto''s call, the dog that had been lying in Ayari''s arms immediately got up and ran over to him, affectionately rubbing against his legs.


    Makoto picked it up with one hand and placed it on his lap.


    Seeing the dog being called away, Ayari couldn''t help but show a helpless expression.


    She slowly sat up, casually tossing her shoulder-length hair behind her, watching Makoto quietly petting the dog.


    Her gaze became somewhat complicated.


    Her little neighbor, who had returned from the battlefield, suddenly seemed like a completely different person.


    He now gave off a vibe that was entirely unlike his usual self¡ªsilent and withdrawn.


    In the past, he would often come to her, whether there was something to talk about or not, sometimes even becoming a bit of a bother.


    But after returning, he never actively sought her out again.


    They hardly spoke, and he never shared anything about the battlefield with her.


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    Worse yet, his eyes had been destroyed.


    Had the blow been that heavy? Ayari felt a pang of sympathy.


    War was brutal, and there was nothing that could be done about it.


    She took the initiative to start a conversation.


    "Did you meet Lord Minato?"


    "Mm."


    "How is he?"


    "Just like the rumors say."


    "I''ve heard that he''s very likely to be the next Hokage."


    "I''ve heard that too."


    "¡­Is Lord Minato easy to get along with?"


    "He''s quite friendly."


    The conversation was about to end after just a few brief exchanges.


    With Minato''s current prominence in Konoha, most people would excitedly recount his heroic deeds, but Makoto seemed uninterested in continuing the discussion.


    Ayari felt helpless inside, wondering whether she should leave now, but just then, Makoto unexpectedly asked, "Are there many Byakugan left in the clan?"


    The sudden change in topic caught Ayari off guard, and she took a moment to respond.


    "I suppose there are quite a few..."


    After giving it some thought, she added.


    "When the head of the family passes away, they leave behind their Byakugan in perfect condition.


    Some of our branch family members who are particularly skilled also have their Byakugan taken by the clan leader before they die.


    These Byakugan are sealed using special methods, and over the generations, the number has certainly accumulated."


    "Where are these eyes kept?" Makoto asked again.


    "I wouldn''t know that. Only Lord Hiashi and the people in charge of managing them would know," Ayari said with a smile.


    Then, feeling a bit puzzled, she asked, "Why are you asking about this?"


    Although it was rare for a Hyuga to need a Byakugan replacement, there had been many cases in the past where a clan member''s eyes were injured in battle or affected by some eye disease.


    In those cases, the clan would prepare a replacement for them.


    Therefore, there had never been a blind person in the Hyuga clan.


    However, the situation with Makoto''s Byakugan being destroyed due to the Caged Bird Seal was unprecedented.


    Makoto spoke with a calm expression, "It''s nothing. I''ll be getting new eyes soon, but I don''t know whose eyes I''ll be using, so it''s making me feel strange. I was wondering if I could observe those eyes before the replacement."


    Ayari found it a bit amusing and replied, "What''s so interesting about them? They''re just human eyeballs. They''ll probably be pretty scary."


    After saying that, she felt it might not be appropriate, considering Makoto''s current situation.


    It seemed understandable that he would be concerned about such things.


    After a moment of hesitation, Ayari added, "You''d probably need Lord Hiashi''s approval for something like that."


    She thought that Makoto was worried about his eyes, which he indeed was, but his concerns were entirely different from what Ayari assumed.


    As a prestigious family of Konoha, the Hyuga clan''s symbol was their unique bloodline doujutsu, the Byakugan.


    For the Hyuga clan, this was a source of pride.


    But Makoto wanted to escape it.


    The Hyuga clan intended to replace his Byakugan in order to reapply the Caged Bird Seal and place the shackles on him once again.


    After all, how else could a branch family member with mediocre strength and talent warrant such an effort from Hyuga Hiashi to convene a clan meeting to discuss his situation?


    How could he avoid all of this...?


    Right now, relying solely on his own power, he could never stand up against the entire Hyuga clan.


    Unfortunately, he didn''t have the kind of system where simply lying with women would make him stronger, like in third-rate novels.


    His only advantage was his knowledge of this world and its historical trajectory.


    If he couldn''t break free from this fate, what was the point of becoming stronger if he would just be controlled?


    "Makoto?"


    Makoto lifted his head and met Ayari''s gaze.


    Her translucent white eyes were as gentle as water, staring at him without a word.


    "What are you worried about?" she asked.


    What was he worried about?


    With so many Byakugan left in the clan, there would certainly be one suitable for him.


    Moreover, the clan was paying so much attention to his situation¡ªwhat was there to worry about?


    Shouldn''t he feel honored by all of this?


    Ayari couldn''t understand.


    She looked at Makoto''s pitch-black eyes¡ªwas it because they didn''t belong to him that the gaze felt so unfamiliar?


    The dog, Spi, resting on Makoto''s lap, looked up at the two of them for a moment before lowering its head again, returning to enjoy Makoto''s caresses.


    The room was silent, save for the ticking of the wall clock, its hands clicking away: tick-tock, tick-tock.


    Makoto let out a soft sigh in his heart. "Ayari-nee."


    Ayari was slightly stunned upon hearing this.


    Since Makoto returned, she hadn''t heard him call her that in a while.


    "I just... don''t know what the future will be like," Makoto said calmly.


    Ayari fell silent, looking at the troubled young man.


    After a long pause, she said, "Don''t worry, there will definitely be a Byakugan that suits you... If you want to see them, I''ll ask Hizashi to help and pay more attention."


    "Thank you, Ayari-nee."


    Ayari only smiled faintly.


    "Don''t overthink it. Just focus on resting and recovering during this time."

 Ch 4 : Solving Problem

    The door to the secret room was opened, and light suddenly poured into the dim and cool room.


    The air was filled with the scent of wood, and what caught Makoto''s eyes were rows of neatly arranged wooden boxes on the shelves.


    These wooden boxes were crafted delicately, with a red string tied to each one.


    The other end of the string had a tag with a person''s name written on it.


    It was clear that this place was rarely visited, as a thin layer of dust had accumulated on the shelves.


    These were the Byakugan that the Hyuga clan had preserved and accumulated over generations.


    Hizashi, stepping forward slowly, approached a row of shelves, picked out one wooden box from among the many, carefully looked at the name tag, and casually handed it to Makoto.


    Makoto took the box with both hands and glanced at the name tag, which read "Hyuga Shinsuke."


    "Hyuga Shinsuke, who distinguished himself in the Second Shinobi World War. His Byakugan helped us win many battles on the battlefield in the Land of Wind.


    Unfortunately, during one battle, he was injured by an enemy puppet master and poisoned.


    By the time he was sent back to the village, the poison had spread to his bones.


    Even Lady Tsunade couldn''t save him."


    Hizashi explained, recounting the story and tragic end of this Hyuga ancestor.


    Makoto opened the wooden box, revealing a glass container filled with transparent liquid.


    A sealing talisman was affixed to the bottle, and inside floated a pair of white eyeballs.


    The eyes were pale and hollow, lacking any vitality.


    Staring at them for too long made one feel a strange unease.


    Hizashi then handed over another wooden box, and Makoto placed the box he was holding back on its shelf.


    The name tag on this box read "Hyuga Hideya."


    "Hyuga Hideya was also an exceptionally talented shinobi of our clan.


    He once served as one of the Third Hokage''s guards and accompanied Lord Hokage in countless battles, both big and small.


    As a result, he was left with numerous injuries and ailments and passed away from illness four years ago.


    The Hokage himself attended his funeral to pay respects."


    Hizashi continued, recounting the story of this pair of eyes'' owner with remarkable familiarity.


    "Both of these pairs of eyes are compatible with you.


    Once the clan finalizes arrangements with the hospital, you will be notified.


    When the time comes, don''t forget to visit the Memorial Stone to pay your respects to them."


    Makoto nodded in response. "I will remember."


    Hizashi added, "Your contributions on the front lines¡ªif these two predecessors'' spirits could see it¡ªwould surely make them feel honored to entrust their eyes to you."This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.


    Makoto replied calmly, "It is my honor to inherit the eyes of such distinguished predecessors."


    Hizashi seemed quite satisfied with these words and said.


    "The Byakugan stored here belonged to individuals who were once pillars of our village and clan.


    I hope you won''t let down their legacy in the future."


    Makoto''s gaze swept across the dimly lit chamber, and he asked.


    "Will Lord Hizashi''s Byakugan also be placed here in the future?"


    Hizashi''s expression froze briefly before he calmly replied.


    "That depends on whether I die on the battlefield or at home."


    If a branch family member dies on the battlefield, their eyes will be destroyed by the Caged Bird Seal.


    Only if they die at home can their eyes be extracted.


    The Byakugan displayed here were all personally removed by members of the Main Family.


    The stories of these eyes might sound heroic and noble, but Makoto felt little reverence for them¡ªonly a deep sense of sorrow.


    These individuals, who once made great sacrifices and contributions to Konoha, ultimately had their eyes gouged out by their own kin before death, locked away in boxes that might never see the light of day again.


    What a cruel irony.


    In this chamber, apart from the shelves lined with wooden boxes, there was also a table at the far end.


    On it rested fewer than ten wooden boxes.


    "Those are the Byakugan of the Main Family."


    Hizashi said, seemingly noticing Makoto''s gaze.


    No wonder they stood out¡ªplaced separately from the other boxes on the shelves, like monarchs reigning over their subjects.


    Makoto quietly thought to himself, observing the table for a moment before suddenly asking Hizashi.


    "Lord Hizashi, is there any difference between the Byakugan of the Main Family and ours from the Branch Family?"


    His question was met with silence.


    Hizashi didn''t immediately respond but instead directed his gaze toward the boxes on the table.


    Even as unowned objects, the Byakugan of the Main Family still seemed to reign above those of the Branch Family.


    "The Byakugan in this room, when no longer within a person, are no different." Hizashi said calmly.


    What makes them different is the Caged Bird Seal.


    The Byakugan of those marked by the seal have their abilities restricted.


    This is one of the measures the Main Family uses to ensure the Branch Family never surpasses them.


    Stepping out from the dim underground chamber, the sunlight outside felt slightly blinding.


    Makoto squinted slightly, following behind Hizashi.


    At the entrance, a Hyuga clansman was waiting.


    Upon seeing them emerge, he respectfully greeted Hizashi.


    "Lord Hizashi."


    Makoto recognized this person from his memory¡ªa jonin of the clan.


    He hadn''t expected this individual to be the one overseeing the chamber.


    "If everything goes as planned, the surgery will likely take place in about a week.


    During this time, you don''t need to worry about anything, nor should you overthink."


    Hizashi said as they walked away from the chamber.


    "If you let your mind wander too much, your emotions will affect those who care about you."


    These words carried a subtle hint, and Makoto naturally caught it.


    He immediately responded.


    "I understand, Lord Hizashi. Thank you for your trouble today."


    Hizashi nodded and replied.


    "It''s no trouble, Your request wasn''t unreasonable.


    Outsiders are strictly forbidden from entering that room, but for members of our own clan, the restrictions are far more lenient."


    "Furthermore, the intelligence you brought back from the frontlines holds great significance for our village.


    The Hokage personally commended you, and after your surgery, Lord Hiashi will take you to meet the Hokage."


    "It wasn''t my achievement alone."


    "I understand, and so does the Hokage.


    The fallen comrades are heroes, but those who survive are even more precious.


    These are the Hokage''s words¡ªremember them well."


    "I will remember."


    These words were spoken with great poise.


    If it had been the old Makoto hearing them, he might have been deeply moved.


    The Third Shinobi World War was still ongoing.


    The success of the Kannabi Bridge Operation had disrupted the supply lines of the Iwagakure forces, crippling their ability to advance further into Konoha territory.


    This victory had granted the war-weary Konoha a brief moment to catch its breath.


    But it was just that¡ªa brief moment.


    Konoha was still stretched thin across multiple fronts, struggling to cover all sides.


    The nation''s finances were in ruins, relying heavily on state subsidies to keep the war effort going.


    Every victory was crucial, and every defeat carried unbearably cruel consequences.


    This was also the reason why Namikaze Minato''s reputation in Konoha now overshadowed even the Legendary Sannin.


    He was the hero who saved Konoha, time and time again leading the village to victory amidst such dire circumstances, like sunlight breaking through the clouds.


    Konoha desperately needed such a hero right now.


    After Hizashi departed, Makoto stood still, his gaze passing through the courtyard and resting once more on that tightly sealed chamber.


    Unfortunately, a hero like Minato, who could save the village, could not save him.


    Makoto also needed to find another path¡ªone that no one had ever walked before.

 Ch 5 : Anko Ignorance

    Konoha Hospital.


    Makoto sat on the hospital bed with his upper body bare, while a middle-aged male doctor carefully reviewed a set of documents in his hand.


    The doctor then reached out and gently pressed on the frightening scar across Makoto''s chest and abdomen.


    The scar was caused by a piercing wound from a sharp blade, which was also the reason for Makoto''s death before his soul traveled here.


    At the time, it was treated urgently by Nohara Rin, and now the wound had already healed.


    When the doctor touched it, there was only a slight itching and stinging sensation.


    "Your body is recovering normally. Just come in for regular check-ups," the doctor advised.


    "You should be fully recovered in about a week.


    During this time, avoid strenuous activities and refrain from practicing ninja techniques.


    When you shower, be careful not to rub the wound too hard." the doctor continued.


    "I understand," Makoto nodded in response.


    The middle-aged doctor then picked up another set of documents.


    "All the indicators from the physical exam are normal, except for some slight decline in vision... but that shouldn''t be much of an issue for you," he remarked.


    He knew that the person in front of him was from the Hyuga clan, and the vision he had before, with the Byakugan, was naturally incomparable to what he had now.


    "You can go now. If anything feels off or if you''re uncomfortable, come to the hospital for a check-up."


    "Thank you, doctor," Makoto nodded in gratitude, then took his report and left the examination room.


    The hospital environment was far from quiet; in fact, it was somewhat chaotic and noisy.


    Due to the ongoing war, most of the medical ninjas had been sent to the front lines, leaving the hospital understaffed.


    Additionally, more and more injured personnel were being sent back to the village from the front.


    In the hallway, people wrapped in bandages or wearing casts could often be seen stumbling along, while busy medical staff hurried past with swift footsteps.


    This scene left Makoto with a feeling of melancholy.


    Just as he was about to leave the hospital and turned a corner, he suddenly bumped into a hurried figure.


    "Ah!"


    A startled cry rang out as papers and documents scattered all over the floor.


    "Hey! Who walks without watching where they''re going?!"


    Before Makoto could even see who it was, he heard a bratty, bossy voice.


    A young girl with short purple hair was sitting on the floor.


    She looked even younger than he was now.


    She seemed... somewhat familiar...


    She glared at Makoto with an annoyed expression.


    "You idiot! Do you even know who I am? If you delay me from delivering something to Lord Orochimaru, can you bear the consequences?!"


    With such a heavy accusation thrown at him, combined with the mention of Orochimaru, Makoto immediately realized who this person was.


    She lowered her head to gather the scattered documents from the floor.


    Just as she was about to scold the person who bumped into her again, she noticed Makoto leaning against the wall with one hand, clutching his chest with the other, his face contorted in pain.


    Anko froze in shock and instinctively took a step back.


    "You¡­ What are you doing? What''s wrong with you?"


    Through clenched teeth, Makoto hissed.


    "My chest¡­ it hurts so much. You hit me, ugh~"


    Anko''s face was full of suspicion.


    "Stop faking it! How could a little bump hurt that much?"


    Makoto trembled as he handed over the medical report in his hand.


    Anko took it and carefully looked it over, only to realize that it detailed Makoto serious, yet-to-heal injuries.


    Her face immediately turned pale with panic.


    She stood there helplessly, hesitating to approach Makoto yet too afraid to touch him.


    "Are¡­ are you okay? Does it hurt a lot?"


    "Doctor! Doctor!"


    She shouted in a fluster, finally managing to call over a female medical staff member.This story has been stolen from Royal Road. If you read it on Amazon, please report it


    "What happened?"


    The nurse approached to check on Makoto condition, while Anko hurriedly handed over the medical report.


    In a panicked tone, Anko stammered.


    "I just¡­ accidentally bumped into him.


    I didn''t realize he was injured.


    I didn''t do it on purpose, I swear I didn''t!"


    The female medical staff member glanced at the report, then at both Makoto and Anko.


    Seeing this, Makoto let out a relieved sigh and said.


    "I''m feeling much better now. It doesn''t hurt as much anymore."


    The nurse handed the report back with an indifferent expression and said.


    "The staff in the hospital are very busy.


    Make sure something like this doesn''t happen again."


    Makoto replied.


    "Sorry for causing trouble."


    However, little Anko didn''t catch the subtle implication in the nurse''s words.


    She thought she was being scolded and repeatedly bowed in apology.


    Once the medical staff left, only Makoto and Anko remained in the hallway.


    Anko cautiously asked.


    "Are¡­ are you really okay now?"


    Makoto glanced at her and said.


    "No, I''m not."


    Anko lowered her head, clutching the stack of documents tightly in her hands.


    She bit her lip and asked hesitantly.


    "Then¡­ what do you want? I-I don''t have any money!"


    Makoto found the situation amusing and couldn''t help but feel he was being a bit mischievous.


    "Can you afford to treat me to a meal?" he asked.


    "Huh?" Anko was momentarily stunned.


    "Treat me to a meal as an apology."


    Anko finally understood.


    Just as she was about to agree, a thought struck her¡ªwhat if this guy was a big eater trying to bankrupt her? What if her allowance wasn''t enough?


    After a moment of deliberation, she nodded hesitantly and said.


    "Alright¡­ but I need to deliver these to Lord Orochimaru first.


    Don''t worry, I won''t skip out on the bill! Or¡­ you can come with me¡ª"


    Makoto interrupted.


    "It''s fine, I trust you. I''ll wait for you at the barbecue place on West Street."


    Barbecue¡­


    Anko''s little face scrunched up in distress.


    Barbecue?! This guy is definitely going to make me pay a lot of money!


    "Alright, give me half an hour. Wait for me!"


    The two parted ways at the hospital entrance.


    Makoto watched her small figure jogging away and felt a bit surprised¡ªOrochimaru is actually in Konoha right now?


    He had assumed Orochimaru would be on the front lines.


    In the fragmented memories of his original body, there wasn''t much about Orochimaru, mostly hearsay and rumors.


    Taking his time, Makoto made his way to the agreed meeting spot and sat down in the barbecue restaurant.


    About half an hour later, a petite figure appeared at the entrance, looking around cautiously.


    At that moment, Anko was inwardly cursing Hyuga Makoto.


    After delivering the items to Orochimaru, she had started to worry about whether her allowance would be enough to cover the meal.


    Out of desperation, she asked Orochimaru for some money.


    However, when Orochimaru handed her his wallet, she realized with shock¡ª


    Lord Orochimaru doesn''t have much money either!


    Inside the wallet were only a few paper bills.


    She couldn''t bring herself to take too much.


    This bastard not only put me in an awkward position but even made me take money from Lord Orochimaru.


    Unforgivable!


    When Anko noticed Makoto sitting inside, already looking at her, she quickly suppressed her frustration, making sure it didn''t show on her face.


    She walked over, tiptoed onto the seat opposite Makoto, and sat down.


    "Your name is¡­ something Makoto, right?"


    Earlier, when she glanced at the medical report, she hadn''t paid much attention to the name.


    "Hyuga Makoto."


    "Oh, Hyuga Makoto¡­ I''m Mitarashi¡ªHyuga?"


    Anko nodded and started to introduce herself but suddenly stopped mid-sentence.


    "You''re from the Hyuga clan?"


    She asked in shock, her eyes wide as she stared at Makoto dark eyes.


    "What''s your full name, Mitarashi¡­ what?" Makoto asked.


    "Oh, Mitarashi Anko¡­" Anko replied, still staring at Makoto with wide, curious eyes.


    Makoto called over the owner and asked for the menu, not bothering to consult Anko as he casually started ordering food on his own.


    After pondering for a moment, Anko suddenly said.


    "I remember now! You''re the one Rin saved, aren''t you?"


    "You know Rin?"


    "Yeah, Rin and Kurenai are really close, so I know her through them."


    Anko wasn''t from the same class as Rin; she was two years below her.


    Before long, the owner brought over a dessert and some drinks.


    Anko''s eyes immediately lit up, and without any hesitation, she grabbed them and started shoving them into her mouth.


    It''s my money anyway¡ªI need to eat as much as I can!


    When the grilled meat Makoto had ordered was finally brought to the table, he picked up his chopsticks and began placing the slices of meat onto the grill one by one.


    Anko, seeing this, wanted to help.


    However, her grilling skills were terrible¡ªshe just haphazardly threw pieces of meat onto the grill without paying attention to them.


    With a flick of his chopsticks, Makoto lightly tapped her.


    "Stop messing around. Just sit there and wait to eat."


    Anko pouted, silently cursing him in her heart.


    This jerk! I''m the one paying, and he still dares to boss me around.


    She picked up another piece of dessert, shoved it into her mouth, and chewed aggressively.


    When Makoto placed a freshly grilled slice of meat onto Anko''s plate, she tasted it and instantly forgot all her earlier annoyance.


    "You''re pretty good at this."


    Anko said while picking up another piece of grilled meat with her chopsticks.


    Makoto wasn''t particularly inclined to chat with such a young girl, but given the current situation, he couldn''t avoid it.


    After eating a few bites, Anko couldn''t hold back her curiosity anymore.


    Bluntly, she asked, "I heard¡­ your eyes belonged to your dead teammate?"


    Makoto glanced at her, his expression calm. "Mm."


    "I have a friend in a similar situation, but he only replaced one eye."


    "Hatake Kakashi, right?"


    "You know him?"


    "A genius jonin¡ªwho in the village doesn''t know him?"


    Anko nodded upon hearing this.


    Indeed, Kakashi''s name was well-known throughout the village.


    She then asked.


    "So, does your current eye feel any different from your old Byakugan?"


    Makoto paused for a moment while picking up meat and looked at her.


    "Of course it''s different. I used to have Byakugan, which allowed me to see things from kilometers away, see through any obstacles, and even observe the flow of chakra and the points on the human body. Now, I just have a normal person''s eyes. I can''t see anything."


    Anko couldn''t help but say.


    "Wouldn''t that make you miserable?"


    Makoto replied calmly.


    "It''s only temporary. I''ll soon get my Byakugan back."


    Anko was taken aback.


    "Huh?"


    Makoto continued.


    "Our Hyuga clan has kept many of our ancestors'' eyes.


    These eyes have been preserved in excellent condition, specifically for times when a member of our clan''s eyes get injured.


    The clan has already arranged for me to have surgery to replace my eyes. Soon, I''ll have Byakugan again."


    "Is that even possible?"


    Anko hadn''t really thought about why Makoto was sharing this with her, but she found it all quite fascinating to listen to.


    "Since I was able to change from Byakugan to normal eyes, I can naturally change back to Byakugan," Makoto said.


    "And those eyes come from some very powerful ancestors, as well as the Byakugan of past clan heads."


    Anko sat there, dazed, then asked.


    "Whose Byakugan are you going to get?"


    Makoto''s gaze shifted slightly at her question.


    Looking at Anko, who was listening intently, he replied slowly.


    "I don''t know. The place where the Byakugan is kept is a clan secret.


    The key is held by our clan''s senior Jonin, Hyuga Hitsuo.


    No one is allowed to enter without the clan head''s command."


    Anko couldn''t resist asking again, "So you''re...?"


    Makoto lightly tapped her head with the other end of his chopsticks.


    "Stop asking so many questions, just eat your grilled meat."


    Anko pouted, rubbed her head, and went back to eating the grilled meat.


    Makoto only ate a few pieces, the rest of it was all served onto her plate.


    "Stop putting food on my plate, I''m getting full."


    "It''s your money, eat more."


    "¡­Fine, I''ll eat a bit more."

 Ch 6 : Snake Strike

    In the evening, the sky began to drizzle lightly.


    Makoto was summoned to the residence of Hyuga Hiashi.


    The living room was lit with warm yellow lights, but there was no one in sight.


    "Has Makoto arrived?"


    The voice of Hiashi came from the study.


    "Yes, Lord Hiashi."


    "Come in."


    Makoto took off his shoes at the door and quietly stepped inside.


    The study door was open, and he could see Hiashi bending over the desk, writing something with a brush on a sheet of rice paper.


    "Have you had dinner?"


    Hiashi asked without looking up.


    "Not yet."


    "Then let''s eat together."


    "Huh?" Makoto''s eyes shifted slightly, then he pretended to be surprised.


    "What''s wrong?"


    Hiashi asked, glancing up at him.


    "Well... isn''t this a bit inappropriate?"


    Makoto hesitated.


    "How can I dine with Lord Hiashi?"


    "What''s the problem? We''re from the same clan.


    There''s nothing wrong with having a meal together."


    "Thank you, Lord Hiashi. I''ll accept your kind offer."


    After saying this, Makoto quietly stood to the side, no longer speaking, as he watched Hiashi continue to write with his brush.


    After a while, Hiashi let out a long sigh, put down the brush, and picked up his work to examine it carefully.


    He looked at Makoto and pointed to his work, asking.


    "What do you think?"


    Makoto had been watching from the side, and judging from Hiashi''s writing, it seemed like he was still a beginner¡ªhis calligraphy was just average at best.


    Makoto recalled that the Third Hokage seemed to really appreciate calligraphy.


    "It''s impressive."


    "Do you know calligraphy?"


    Hiashi asked, a little surprised.


    "No, but Lord Hiashi''s work must be amazing."


    Hearing Makoto honest and straightforward words, Hiashi couldn''t help but smile faintly.


    "You really know how to speak."


    He walked out from behind the desk and made his way toward the study door.


    The two walked and talked, with Makoto trailing half a step behind Hiashi as they exited the living room and walked along the pavilion corridor toward another part of the courtyard.


    On the way, Hiashi asked questions about everyday matters, seemingly showing concern for Makoto.


    The rain was getting heavier, and although the two were sheltered under the pavilion, the occasional gust of wind blew rain droplets onto them, making them feel cool and damp.


    Before they reached the other courtyard, a young woman dressed as a servant was standing there with two umbrellas, waiting for them.


    Makoto recognized her¡ªit was Hyuga Haruka, Ayano''s maid.


    "Lord Hiashi," Haruka greeted with a bow and handed one of the umbrellas to Makoto, while holding the other one to shelter Hiashi.


    At this point, Makoto understood¡ªwhen Hiashi had said they would eat together, he had meant they were going to Ayano''s residence.


    Ayano''s residence was much larger than Ayari''s, as she was the future wife of the clan leader.


    The treatment of servants, like Haruka, apart from the main branch of the clan, was something only Ayano could enjoy.


    Makoto had been to Ayari''s house many times, but this was his first time visiting Ayano''s.


    The furnishings inside were clearly much more luxurious, and there was a faint fragrance in the air.You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.


    "Hiashi."


    "Mm."


    "Makoto is here."


    "Lady Ayano."


    "Don''t be so formal, I''ve told you to just call me Ayano-nee."


    Ayano, dressed in casual homewear, smiled gently at Makoto.


    "I''m not sure what your taste is like, so I made a few dishes I''m good at.


    Please try them and let me know if they''re to your liking, Don''t hold back."


    "I wouldn''t! It''s my honor to eat food made by Ayano... nee."


    Makoto quickly replied.


    On the dining table, there were three or four small plates, and the dishes looked visually appealing.


    They weren''t particularly lavish but seemed more like a simple family dinner.


    But it made the atmosphere feel more intimate.


    Makoto thought this to himself, though his expression showed a bit of nervousness.


    Hiashi took the seat of honor.


    Haruka had left at some point, and it was unclear where she had gone.


    Ayano began serving Makoto, gently telling him not to stand on ceremony and to treat the place as if it were his own home.


    "How does it taste?"


    "It''s delicious! I haven''t had such good food in a long time."


    Makoto said with a satisfied expression.


    "Ayano-nee, your cooking is amazing!"


    "You''re living on your own now, right? If you ever need anything, feel free to ask.


    The clan will do its best to meet the needs of our members." Hiashi said.


    "If you''re short on living expenses, we can provide you with extra."


    "No, no, it''s completely enough."


    Makoto quickly put down his chopsticks and said.


    This was indeed true.


    As the Hyuga family was a prominent clan in Konoha, even the branch family members enjoyed a very comfortable standard of living.


    "You went to the hospital today, right?" Hiashi asked again.


    "Yes."


    "How were the results of the check-up?"


    "The doctor said I''ll be fully healed in another week."


    Hiashi nodded.


    "Your surgery is also scheduled around this time."


    When the topic of the surgery came up, Makoto suddenly lowered his head.


    Hiashi''s gaze shifted slightly as he asked.


    "What''s wrong?"


    Makoto forced a smile and said.


    "It''s nothing, really."


    "Are you worried about the surgery? Don''t worry, the surgeon is an experienced jonin, there won''t be any issues." Hiashi reassured.


    "I trust the village''s medical technology, I''m not worried about the surgery." Makoto replied.


    "Then what are you worried about?" Hiashi continued, his tone calm.


    Makoto seemed to hesitate for a moment, before stammering.


    "I heard the eyes that are going to be used for my transplant belong to some of the clan''s very accomplished predecessors...


    I''m just an ordinary chunin, and I might tarnish the reputation of these predecessors'' eyes."


    Hiashi had been watching Makoto expression as he spoke.


    If the boy was pretending, his acting would be too sophisticated.


    How much scheming could a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy possibly have?


    Hiashi felt much more at ease in his heart and smiled gently.


    "Don''t worry. Just the fact that you risked your life on the battlefield to bring back intelligence is enough to deserve these Byakugan.


    Lord Hokage himself has praised you, saying you''ve accomplished things that many adults would struggle to do."


    "I''m just doing my duty." Makoto said.


    Hiashi responded with satisfaction.


    "The Byakugan passed down in our clan is not for display.


    Even if the person whose eyes were destroyed today wasn''t a ninja, the clan would still unhesitatingly offer him a replacement.


    If the family cannot earn the trust and reliance of its members, then it will soon face its downfall."


    "Moreover, you''ve contributed to the village and earned honor for the family.


    The clan will never let you suffer even the slightest injustice!"


    Makoto was moved upon hearing this. "Lord Hiashi!"


    "Makoto, you are the future pillar of our Hyuga clan.


    We are the family with the oldest history in the ninja world.


    Our ancestors once enjoyed supreme glory, and we should always remember the heavy responsibility of reviving the family.


    This burden is one that young people like you must bear in the future."


    Makoto suppressed his excitement and replied.


    "Yes, Lord Hiashi, I will certainly remember!"


    Hiashi nodded in satisfaction.


    At this moment, Ayano smiled lightly from the side, saying.


    "Goodness, why so serious during dinner? Makoto, you should eat more."


    As she spoke, she even took the initiative to serve Makoto some food.


    "Thank you, Ayano-nee."


    Makoto had already been filled up with the expectations that Hiashi had placed on him, but seeing this, he still focused on eating seriously.


    The rain outside grew heavier, accompanied by thunder and flashes of lightning.


    The light in the room was warm, and the atmosphere was harmonious.


    If Makoto were any younger, they might truly seem like a family.


    "Have another bowl."


    "No, Ayano-nee, I''m already full."


    "You''re at the age where you should be growing, how can you eat so little?"


    "Actually... I ate quite a bit of snacks before coming here."


    Makoto said, a bit embarrassed.


    Seeing his earnestness, Ayano couldn''t help but smile faintly.


    "Alright then, but eat less of those things in the future. They''re not healthy."


    "I understand, Ayano-nee."


    After Makoto offered his farewells, Ayano gently escorted him to the door and handed him an umbrella.


    "The rain is heavy, be careful on your way back."


    Makoto bowed to both of them, then opened the umbrella and stepped into the dense rain.


    Once Makoto figure disappeared into the heavy rain, Ayano turned and returned to the room.


    Hiashi was still sitting there.


    "Well? Are you reassured now?" Ayano asked.


    "I never really worried about what thoughts he might have." Hiashi replied calmly.


    "He''s just a child. Even if he has some grievances against the main family, how much trouble can he really stir up?"


    "I was worried about the older members of the family.


    What if they use him to create some trouble?


    It would be best if we didn''t have direct contact with him, and once his eye replacement and the curse are done, everything will return to normal."


    Ayano responded. "Looks like we were overthinking it."


    "I hope so. The Hokage has been hinting that I should go to the front lines.


    It''s wartime, and staying in the rear too long might lead to criticism.


    Hopefully, this issue will blow over soon."


    Hiashi said as he slowly stood up.


    "I should go as well."


    "Take it slow on your way."


    "Get some rest early."


    Hiashi also left with an umbrella, and the room became silent.


    Outside the door, the night was cold and desolate, with heavy rain pouring down.


    Ayano sat alone at the dining table, looking at the food that had hardly been touched¡ªshe hadn''t eaten a bite.


    She glanced at the spot where Makoto had sat; his bowl was empty, having been cleaned out completely.


    She picked up the dishes he had used and casually threw them into the trash bin next to the table.


    "Haruka."


    "Yes, Miss Ayano."


    "Clean up, but be quiet. I''ll go to sleep first."


    .......


    The thunder that had rumbled all night finally quieted down in the morning.


    Water droplets continued to fall intermittently from the eaves, and several shallow pools had formed in the courtyard.


    The air held a chill, and a hint of rosy light appeared on the distant horizon.


    A terrified scream startled the entire Hyuga clan.


    Makoto slowly walked out of the door and looked in the direction the sound came from.


    Spi followed, rubbing against his legs.


    Makoto held it in his arms, gently stroking its fur.


    "It''s dawn."

 Ch 7 : The Ominous Situation

    Inside the Hyuga clan compound, many people had gathered in front of a room.


    "Lord Hiashi has arrived!"


    Someone shouted, and the crowd immediately parted to make way, bowing in unison as the young man walked forward.


    "Lord Hiashi!"


    Hyuga Hiashi furrowed his brows as he approached the door, his expression darkening as he looked at the lifeless body on the floor inside.


    He had already received word before arriving that Hyuga Hitsuo had been murdered in his room.


    "Lord Hiashi, Hitsuo... he..."


    "Lord Hiashi, you must find the murderer!"


    "Lord Hiashi!"


    The voices of the surrounding clan members rose in anger and frustration.


    The murder of a member of their own clan was undoubtedly a blow to the Hyuga family''s reputation.


    Who could be so bold as to commit such an act?


    There were no signs of a struggle in the room, and the only visible injury on Hitsuo''s body was a deep cut to his throat, clearly inflicted by a sharp weapon.


    Hiashi stood still for a moment, deep in thought, before promising the clan members that he would find the murderer and avenge Hitsuo.


    After calming the crowd, he dismissed them.


    Some members who had been particularly close to Hitsuo hesitated to leave, but they dared not disobey the clan leader''s orders.


    Once everyone had left, only Hiashi and Hizashi remained in the room.


    Hiashi took a deep breath. "Find the key."


    Hizashi immediately began searching through the body but found nothing useful.


    He then activated his Byakugan and scanned the entire room for a long time, eventually shaking his head silently at Hiashi.


    Hiashi felt a wave of dizziness wash over him, and Hizashi quickly stepped forward to steady him.


    "Lord Hiashi!"


    "They''re targeting us! This is aimed directly at the Hyuga clan!"


    Hiashi said through gritted teeth, his voice trembling with anger.


    "Hitsuo was a Jonin, one of the strongest in our clan.


    Whoever killed him so silently and without resistance is no ordinary person." Hizashi said gravely.


    Hiashi''s expression shifted, countless thoughts racing through his mind.


    "Let''s check the Byakugan storage."


    Without another word, he turned and disappeared in an instant, his urgency clear.


    Hizashi followed closely behind.


    In mere moments, the two arrived at the secluded chamber where the Byakugan eyes were stored.


    This place was rarely visited, and yet the lock and the sealing jutsu had been broken without anyone noticing.


    Seeing the slightly ajar door, Hiashi hesitated, his feet rooted to the spot, as if afraid to take the next step inside.


    The theft of the Byakugan, the bloodline of the Hyuga clan leaked to the outside¡ªHiashi could already foresee a future where an army of deviants, wielding the stolen Byakugan, would rise to overthrow the main family.


    He hesitated to open the door, but a cold draft blew past, slowly pushing the chamber door open with a creaking "squeak."Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original.


    The sight inside was laid bare before them.


    The wooden boxes that once lined the shelves and tables were now completely empty, not a single trace of their contents remained.


    Staring at the scene before him, Hiashi felt his chest tighten, as if it was hard to breathe.


    Hizashi silently stepped forward, closed the door again, and carefully locked it.


    "Lord Hiashi, this matter cannot be made public for now." Hizashi said softly.


    Hiashi snapped.


    "Do you think keeping it quiet means no one will find out? Hitsuo held the key¡ªevery elder in the clan knows that!"


    He no longer carried the composed and dignified aura he usually exuded.


    At just over twenty years old, though he carried the weight of an entire clan, today''s events had shaken him to his core.


    After a moment, Hiashi took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. "First, arrange for Hitsuo''s body to be properly handled.


    Do not let the news of the stolen Byakugan spread.


    Intensify the search for the culprit."


    Hizashi asked again. "What about Lord Hokage?"


    Hitsuo was not only a member of the Hyuga clan but also a shinobi of Konoha.


    Being murdered within the clan''s grounds would inevitably draw the village''s attention.


    Hiashi simply replied. "I will report it myself."


    The recent entries and exits from Konoha, visitors, and all related records would need to be thoroughly investigated, and the Hokage''s assistance would be essential.


    At this moment, Hiashi felt his mind was in complete chaos. In the end, he waved his hand and instructed, "Go quickly."


    However, Hizashi did not leave immediately.


    He remained standing in place, unmoving.


    "What is it?" Hiashi asked, his brows furrowing slightly.


    "Lord Hiashi, what about Makoto''s surgery?"


    Hiashi was once again reminded of the boy who had dinner with him yesterday, his black eyes glaringly out of place and unsettling to look at.


    "This matter¡­ will have to wait." Hiashi said after a brief pause.


    Hizashi returned to Hitsuo''s residence, where the body still lay motionless on the floor, the blood already dried.


    As a fellow clan member, Hitsuo''s death weighed heavily on Hizashi''s heart.


    Unlike Hiashi''s anger, Hizashi''s grief stemmed from the loss of a friend.


    Nothing in the room appeared to have been disturbed, suggesting that the assailant likely completed the act in an instant, leaving Hitsuo with no chance to resist.


    Activating his Byakugan, Hizashi began a meticulous search of the room.


    Every detail, down to the specks of dust on the furniture, became crystal clear in his vision.


    At last, he noticed something unusual.


    Beneath the bed, where cleaning rarely reached and dust had accumulated, a winding trail was faintly visible.


    He deactivated his Byakugan, stepped forward, and crouched down to take a closer look.


    It was indeed a peculiar mark, as if a snake had slithered across the dusty surface.


    "Have you found something?"


    A sudden voice from behind startled Hizashi, causing his heart to skip a beat.


    Maintaining his composure, he continued to act as if he were carefully inspecting the area.


    With a casual breath, he blew away the faint trace on the floor and then coughed lightly as he stood up.


    Waving away the dust in front of him, Hizashi said calmly.


    "No, I was just checking to see if there were any clues."


    Hiashi stood at the doorway, glancing distantly at the spot beneath the bed.


    Indeed, it now appeared completely empty.


    "Don''t leave the body here for too long." Hiashi instructed.


    "Understood," Hizashi replied.


    ......


    Makoto stayed in his room all day without going out.


    Not long after hearing that piercing scream in the early morning, he noticed clan members occasionally passing by on the nearby path, engaged in heated discussions.


    It wasn''t until the afternoon that Hizashi suddenly paid him a visit.


    "Lord Hizashi!" Makoto looked surprised, then smiled and welcomed him in.


    "What brings you here?"


    Hizashi entered the room, his gaze casually sweeping around.


    He had already used his Byakugan from outside to see that this boy had been reading in his room all day.


    "You didn''t go out today?" Hizashi sat down on a chair and asked casually.


    "No, maybe because I got caught in the rain yesterday, I haven''t been feeling very well today," Makoto replied.


    Hizashi nodded and said.


    "Your body hasn''t fully recovered yet.


    Be careful during this time and avoid falling ill again."


    "Thank you for your concern, Lord Hizashi."


    Hizashi then asked.


    "Something major happened in the clan today. Are you aware of it?"


    Makoto looked puzzled.


    "I did see several clan members gathered together this morning, discussing something."


    "Hitsuo is dead. He was killed in his home last night."


    "Se... Senior Hitsuo..."


    Makoto froze for a moment upon hearing this, then his face was overtaken by shock.


    "How could this happen?!" he exclaimed in disbelief.


    Hizashi had been carefully observing Makoto''s reaction the entire time, and the expression on his face didn''t seem fake in the slightest.


    "Isn''t Senior Hitsuo a Jonin?! How could he possibly be killed?!"


    Makoto couldn''t help but ask again.


    "There are plenty of people in this world stronger than a Jonin." Hizashi replied calmly.


    "Then who was the culprit?! Who would kill Senior Hitsuo?!" Makoto''s face was now filled with anger.


    Hizashi countered with a question of his own.


    "Are you very angry about this?"


    Makoto spoke with righteous indignation.


    "Someone dared to commit murder within the Hyuga Clan''s grounds¡ªthis is a direct insult to our entire clan!"


    Hizashi knew very well that Makoto and Hitsuo had little interaction.


    In fact, Hitsuo rarely even acknowledged Makoto''s greetings in the past.


    "We will definitely find the culprit," Hizashi said firmly.


    "The person who killed Senior Hitsuo must pay with their life!"


    Makoto said through gritted teeth, his expression filled with anger.


    "Hmm." Hizashi responded lightly, then stood up and casually instructed.


    "The clan will be conducting a thorough investigation over the next few days. Try not to go out unnecessarily."


    "Take care, Lord Hizashi."


    Makoto said respectfully as he escorted him to the door.

 Ch 8 : Stairway of Chaos

    Inside the Hokage''s Office.


    "Slander! This is slander! Lord Hokage, do you also believe that the Hyuga are cowards afraid of death?!"


    Hiashi''s face was filled with anger as he questioned the Third Hokage.


    "Hiashi, it''s not what I think¡ªit''s what some people in the village have started to believe. Sarutobi Hiruzen sighed.


    "You''re well aware of the current situation.


    Our comrades are fighting and bleeding on the front lines, yet you, as the head of the Hyuga clan, remain at the rear, doing nothing.


    Rumors are bound to arise.


    Hiashi, you must consider the bigger picture and not give the villagers more reason to doubt."


    "But with such an incident happening within our clan, how can I just leave?!" Hiashi couldn''t help but protest.


    Sarutobi Hiruzen''s expression turned calm and stern:


    "What, do you think your clan''s affairs are more important than the life and death of the village?


    A single death in the Hyuga clan is an earth-shattering event, while the sacrifices of those comrades on the front lines are insignificant?"


    This accusation was heavy, and Hiashi''s face grew visibly strained.


    "I wouldn''t dare!"


    Sarutobi''s eyes flickered slightly, and his expression softened again.


    "Hiashi, I understand the Hyuga Clan faces difficulties.


    The village will stand by you.


    I will thoroughly investigate the murder of Hyuga Hitsuo.


    I will not allow the perpetrator to roam free within Konoha!"


    Hiashi stood there, his face alternating between pale and flushed.


    "I understand. Thank you, Lord Hokage!"


    Sarutobi nodded with a hint of relief.


    "In two days, a supply convoy will depart from the village.


    Go back and make your preparations."


    After Hiashi left, the smile on Sarutobi''s face gradually faded.


    Still too young, Hiashi¡­ he thought.


    Revealing your emotions so plainly on your face¡ªdo you lose your composure so easily over the death of a single clansman?


    He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window behind his desk, his deep gaze fixed on the village scenery outside.


    If Minato were this young, how would he deal with those old schemers¡­?


    If the war ends smoothly, how could I ever feel at ease stepping down¡­?


    ......


    Hyuga Clan Grounds.


    Hiashi returned to his residence and saw his father and Ayano already there.Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings.


    The two were kneeling in the center of the living room, seemingly waiting for him.


    Hiashi entered, glanced at his father seated in the main position, and silently knelt down beside him.


    The elderly Hyuga Taikei, with his wrinkled face and white hair, leaned on his cane and glanced sideways.


    "You look quite disheveled, Hiashi."


    Hiashi slowly closed his eyes, while Ayano, sitting opposite, wore a worried expression.


    Hyuga Taikei asked slowly.


    "What has caused you to lose your composure?"


    Hiashi''s eyes snapped open, his voice laced with anger.


    "The Byakugan is a clan secret; there''s no way an outsider could know about it.


    I suspect those old geezers from the Branch Family are getting restless!


    I''m preparing to investigate this matter thoroughly, but now the Hokage wants me to head to the front lines, saying there are already rumors in the village.


    It must be the Uchiha stirring up trouble!"


    Hyuga Taikei sighed deeply upon hearing this.


    "You disappoint me, Hiashi."


    Hiashi let out a cold snort.


    "With such an incident happening in our clan, as the clan head, I will bear full responsibility."


    But Hyuga Taikei shook his head.


    "It''s just a pair of dead eyes¡ªlost means lost.


    But your current demeanor¡­ do you still carry the bearing of a clan head?


    If the Branch Family sees you like this, if the Uchiha see you like this, they will only hold you in greater contempt."


    Hiashi''s eyes widened in shock.


    "But that''s the Byakugan!


    Our Hyuga clan has always strictly controlled the leakage of our bloodline.


    How can we just let it be lost like this?!"


    Hyuga Taikei said calmly.


    "And what if it''s lost?


    Without the bloodline of our Hyuga clan, another family with the Byakugan will never emerge.


    At most, the ninja world will simply have a few more individuals possessing the Byakugan."


    Hiashi fell silent, his expression grim.


    Hyuga Taikei continued.


    "What''s wrong? Do you see this as a disgrace?"


    Hiashi remained silent.


    Hyuga Taikei said calmly.


    "If this is so unbearable for you, why not simply give up your position as head of the Main Family?"


    Anger flared in Hiashi''s heart, but he forced himself to suppress it.


    "What do you suggest we do now?"


    Taikei replied.


    "Go to the front lines. The current war is intense, and the strength of the Hyuga clan is needed."


    Hiashi frowned deeply and asked. "And what about the affairs of the clan?"


    "The Hokage will likely look into the matter, won''t he?"


    "He said he would thoroughly investigate."


    "Then let Lord Hokage investigate."


    "But¡­"


    "What?" Taikei shot him a sharp glance, cutting him off.


    "Are you afraid the Hokage won''t find anything, or are you afraid he will find something?"


    "¡­"


    "You treat this as a scandal. Are you worried that if word spreads, it will tarnish the dignity of you, the great Clan Head of the Hyuga?" Taikei''s eyes narrowed as he questioned him.


    Hiashi remained silent, his face dark and expressionless.


    "Hiashi, is the name of the Hyuga Clan so fragile in your eyes?"


    "Are you not aware of the Uchiha''s reputation among the villagers?


    Yet, despite all the rumors and whispers over the years, has anyone ever been able to shake their position?"


    "Let the villagers talk however they want.


    The key is how the Hokage sees you.


    Do you want him to think you''re someone who only cares about your clan and disregards the life and death of the village?


    Have you considered the consequences of that?


    Do you think being quietly mocked by villagers on the streets is more severe than losing the Hokage''s trust?"


    Hiashi''s eyes flickered, his face shifting between light and dark expressions for a long time.


    Finally, he took a deep breath and said.


    "I understand. I was foolish."


    Taikei nodded slightly before asking. "How is that child?"


    Hiashi replied. "I personally tested him last night. There''s no problem."


    "There may be no problem now, but we cannot guarantee the future.


    With the Byakugan theft incident, that child might already be seen as a variable in the eyes of the Branch Family." Taikei said calmly.


    "He must develop absolute loyalty to the clan.


    While you''re away on the battlefield, Ayano should pay more attention to him."


    Ayano, who had been standing beside them, quickly lowered her head and replied.


    "Understood."


    Taikei then spoke to Hiashi.


    "Hiashi, you are the head of the Hyuga clan.


    You must understand that maintaining the stability of our clan is the most important thing!


    You cannot let the family fall into internal strife!"


    "I know."


    Taikei sighed softly and muttered to himself.


    "Chaos is the abyss..."


    "The abyss that opens its mouth wide and devours everything... When I die, give him my eyes."


    "Lord Taikei!" Ayano exclaimed in surprise.


    "But he''s just a Branch Family member.


    How can he be worthy of the eyes of the Main Family!"


    Taikei furrowed his brows slightly.


    "What, do you think Branch Family members are born inferior to the Main Family?


    Your sister shares the same blood as you, yet she''s in the Branch Family.


    It''s this kind of mentality that has deepened the rift between the Main and Branch Families."


    Ayano immediately lowered her head, no longer speaking.


    "Go and prepare. Be careful on the front lines. It''s not like the village.


    Every achievement you make there will be far more important than uncovering the killer in the village.


    As for the affairs of the clan, I will handle them."

 Ch 9 : The Obscure Darkness

    When Hyuga Hiashi departed, he took most of the clan members with him, including Hizashi, whose duty was to serve as his close bodyguard at all times.


    The Hyuga clan grounds became noticeably quieter, with the streets now mostly populated by the elderly, women, and children.


    Not long after Hiashi left, Ayano paid an unexpected visit.


    "Ayano-nee?!" Makoto stared at Ayano standing outside his door, his face full of surprise.


    She wore a pure white long dress, giving her a youthful and innocent charm that was slightly different from her usual demeanor.


    Her long hair was still carefully tied up in an elegant bun, accentuating her refined and graceful beauty.


    "You¡­ Why are you here?"


    "What, am I not welcome here?" Ayano said with a gentle smile, holding a paper bag in her hand.


    "Of course you''re welcome! Please, come in!"


    Makoto quickly stepped aside, allowing Ayano to enter his room.


    The typical messy teenage boy''s bedroom scene was nowhere to be found, which made Ayano quietly breathe a sigh of relief.


    However, a dog suddenly dashed out from somewhere, giving her a slight fright.


    "Ayano-nee, this is Spi." Makoto introduced.


    "Oh, it''s your dog? How adorable!"


    Ayano''s face lit up with joy as she bent down to pick up the fluffy white dog circling around her.


    "Right? Ayari-nee really likes him too. Please, have a seat."


    Sitting down on the sofa, Ayano chuckled lightly.


    "I didn''t expect you to be such a caring person, Makoto."


    "Not really. It''s just that being alone gets a little boring sometimes."


    Makoto said with an honest smile.


    Ayano set the dog down beside her and handed over the paper bag she had brought.


    "I brought you some food.


    "I noticed you like snacks, but eating too many of those isn''t good for your health.


    So, I made some pastries and treats myself."


    Makoto took the bag and opened it, finding several neatly packed boxes filled with snacks.


    The packaging was delicate, and the presentation showed clear care and effort.


    "Ayano-nee, this¡­"


    Makoto''s face was filled with gratitude.


    "You''re so kind to me!"


    Ayano smiled warmly.


    "Silly child, since you call me ''sister,'' it''s only natural for me to do what an older sister should.


    Just keep them in the fridge, and take them out whenever you feel like eating."


    Makoto nodded and went to put the snacks in the refrigerator.


    Seeing this, Ayano chuckled.


    "I didn''t mean for you to put them away immediately.


    You could at least try them first."


    Makoto scratched his head sheepishly and said with a grin.


    "Anything Ayano-nee makes must taste amazing.


    I''ll need to savor it properly."


    Ayano couldn''t help but smile at Makoto''s straightforwardness.


    Her eyes then drifted to the books on his desk.


    "Were you reading?"


    "Ah, yeah. When there''s nothing else to do, I like to read a bit."


    It was a book about human acupoints, an essential subject for Hyuga clan members as it was foundational knowledge for mastering the Gentle Fist technique.


    Memorizing the body''s meridians and acupoints was a requirement.


    Ayano glanced briefly at the book but didn''t pay much attention to it, assuming he was just casually revising some basics.


    "Makoto, there''s something I need to tell you."


    "Ayano-nee, please go ahead."Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator.


    "It''s about your eyes."


    At these words, Makoto''s expression immediately grew tense, a change Ayano caught in full detail.


    She spoke slowly.


    "The hospital informed us that the Byakugan originally matched for you has shown some¡­ irregularities upon further inspection."


    Makoto asked in confusion, "What¡­ does that mean?"


    "It means that a new suitable Byakugan needs to be selected for your replacement surgery.


    However, with Hiashi now on the front lines, it''s difficult to proceed with the surgery in the absence of the clan head.


    Do you understand?"


    Makoto stood frozen in place for a moment, his eyes dim with disappointment.


    "The situation on the battlefield is tense, and Lord Hiashi must go¡ª"


    "I understand!" Makoto suddenly interrupted Ayano.


    "I understand, Ayano-nee. I''m just a Chunin.


    How could I let my situation delay Lord Hiashi?"


    His voice was filled with disappointment, yet it seemed like he was trying hard to stay strong.


    Ayano nodded approvingly.


    "It''s good that you can think this way."


    She then offered some comfort.


    "When the war is over and Hiashi returns, he will definitely make sure to arrange a new pair of Byakugan for you."


    Hope rekindled in Makoto''s eyes as he nodded firmly.


    "Yes! I know!"


    Seeing Makoto in such a state, Ayano couldn''t help but smile inwardly.


    Kids are so easy to reassure.


    After casually chatting with him about daily life and showing her care, Ayano finally stood up to leave.


    "Take care, Ayano-nee."


    She hadn''t walked far when she noticed a short white hair stuck to her sleeve¡ªit was from that dog.


    Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, but she didn''t brush it off.


    Turning her head back, she saw Makoto still standing at the door, watching her leave.


    Ayano''s face softened into a warm smile as she waved at him.


    Back in his room, Makoto didn''t return to his book.


    Instead, he lay down on his bed.


    Spi followed him, hopping onto the bed and curling up on his stomach.


    The first step¡­ could be considered a success.


    Hiashi wouldn''t kill him.


    In the current situation, if he died, it would undoubtedly point all the blame toward the main family.


    However, without the chains restricting him, he had effectively placed a spotlight on himself, and whatever he did would attract more attention.


    After the war, there was a high chance that the Hyuga clan would suffer casualties, which meant that Hiashi might bring back a pair of Byakugan from the battlefield.


    Freedom isn''t permanent.


    In the afternoon,


    Perhaps news of Hiashi leaving the village had spread, and visitors came to the Hyuga clan.


    This person was specifically looking for Makoto.


    Makoto''s eyes flickered slightly as he looked at Anko being brought to his door by a clan member.


    She hesitated before speaking.


    "Um... I was thinking of asking you to have a meal together.


    How about some grilled meat?"


    Makoto replied calmly.


    "Are you inviting me?"


    "Huh? Ah... yes! I''ll pay!"


    Makoto walked out of the room and casually closed the door behind him.


    "Forget about grilled meat, let''s go for some dango instead."


    "Eh?"


    Anko paused, then her face brightened.


    "You like dango too?"


    "I just suddenly felt like eating it. Let''s go."


    The two of them left the Hyuga clan grounds and walked through the streets, with Anko leading the way.


    She said she knew where the best dango shop was.


    However, along the way, Anko kept glancing back at Makoto, her expression showing that she seemed to have something to say but hesitated.


    Children can''t hide their thoughts easily, and Makoto could tell right away.


    However, he didn''t ask her about it and simply followed her into a dango shop.


    Seeing the dango she liked, Anko''s mood perked up again, and she began marking items on the menu.


    After all, it was Lord Orochimaru''s money.


    "Is there anything you want to eat?"


    Anko asked, looking up at Makoto.


    "Just order what you want."


    "This shop''s three-color dango is really delicious, and the red bean dango is also great. I''ll order both for you."


    Makoto sat across from her, resting his chin in his hand, watching her intently as she pondered over the menu, seemingly unable to decide and reluctant to cross anything out.


    "You love sweets so much, aren''t you worried about getting fat?"


    "I won''t get fat."


    "If you become a big fatty, no one will want to marry you."


    Hearing that, Anko immediately became upset and snapped.


    "How can you say such rude things to a girl!"


    Several plates of dango were brought to the table, instantly making Anko forget all her worries.


    She grabbed a skewer with each hand and began eating happily.


    The outdoor shop had very few customers, making the two young children stand out even more.


    It was rare to see ninja attire on the streets now, and during wartime, only someone like Makoto could afford to be so leisurely.


    He gently rubbed his tea cup, his gaze drifting along the street, seemingly lost in thought.


    "Makoto?"


    "Are we so familiar now that you can just call me by my name?"


    "You can call me Anko too."


    Makoto gave a faint smile, but when he looked at Anko, he noticed her mouth was covered in sweet sauce.


    He casually handed her a napkin.


    After wiping her mouth, Anko stopped eating dango.


    She sat there with a hesitant expression, as if struggling to find the right words to say.


    "Do you know who my teacher is?" she asked awkwardly.


    Makoto looked at her with a puzzled expression.


    "No, I don''t."


    Anko immediately became excited.


    "My teacher is one of the legendary Sannin, Lord Orochimaru!"


    Makoto casually replied. "Wow, that''s amazing."


    Anko: "..."


    She furrowed her brows, feeling that this person in front of her didn''t seem to respect her teacher.


    In her mind, Makoto should have looked at her with admiration upon learning she was Orochimaru''s disciple, then eagerly asked her about all of Orochimaru''s deeds and eventually begged her to introduce him to the great Orochimaru.


    But reality was so different from what she had imagined.


    She could only continue asking.


    "Don''t you want to meet Lord Orochimaru?"


    Makoto countered, "Did Lord Orochimaru tell you to say that?"


    Akad¨­ looked surprised. "How did you know?"


    Makoto looked at Anko innocent expression and felt that dealing with children was much easier.


    Simplicity remained simplicity.


    "Eat your dango, it''ll get cold soon."


    "Oh! I forgot!"


    After finishing the dango, Makoto followed Anko to meet Orochimaru.


    On the way, Anko kept talking about how amazing her teacher was, listing the glorious deeds of the legendary Sannin.


    Makoto just listened, as much of what Anko said was unknown to him, regardless of whether it was exaggerated.


    Orochimaru''s residence was a somewhat isolated house, with few people on the street in front.


    Without knocking, Anko ran inside while shouting.


    "Lord Orochimaru! I''ve brought Makoto here!"


    Makoto didn''t follow Anko casualness.


    Once they entered the living room, he simply stood quietly.


    Before long, someone slowly walked out from the inner room.


    Makoto didn''t immediately look up; he only saw the man''s black, casual clothing and his tall figure.


    The person stopped just in front of Makoto.


    Anko immediately moved closer, and his hand lightly brushed Anko''s head.


    "Greetings, Lord Orochimaru." Makoto said.


    "Hmm."


    A brief response, his voice slightly raspy, like the sound of a fine thread scraping against paper¡ªuncomfortably harsh to the ear.


    Anko, still somewhat playful, seemed to be showing off to Makoto:


    "Lord Orochimaru is the future Hokage!"


    Makoto, surprised, looked up and said.


    "Really? But I''ve heard that the next Hokage will be Lord Namikaze Minato."


    As soon as the words left his mouth, the room fell silent.


    After a moment, Makoto heard the raspy voice again.


    "Hyuga Makoto, is it?"

 Ch 10 : Light of the Shadow

    Orochimaru''s facial features were somewhat sharp, with pale white skin and long black hair casually draped around him.


    At a glance, he appeared to be a dark and ominous person, making it hard to feel any warmth toward him.


    "You''re just like Rin!" Anko said, annoyed.


    "Lord Orochimaru, please don''t be angry, Makoto.. he..."


    Anko started, trying to explain on Makoto''s behalf.


    "Anko." Orochimaru interrupted, cutting off her defense.


    "Yes?"


    "Do you remember the things I asked you to pick up from the hospital yesterday?"


    "Mm!"


    "Go back today and get more for me."


    "Okay!" Anko nodded instinctively, but then hesitated.


    "Should I go now?"


    "Mm."


    Anko gave Makoto a suspicious glance, her small face filled with concern.


    She thought to herself, what if this guy makes Lord Orochimaru angry again?


    "Are you worried about how I''ll treat your friend?"


    Orochimaru''s voice broke the silence.


    "No, I''ll go now!"


    Anko quickly ran out, thinking she could just hurry and return.


    The room was now left with only Makoto and Orochimaru.


    The living room was sparsely furnished, and Orochimaru walked over to a chair and sat down.


    The yard looked a bit old, with fallen leaves piling up under the trees.


    A breeze blew into the living room, and Makoto didn''t feel comfortable¡ªrather, it gave a sense of coldness.


    Makoto knew what he was doing, but there was still some pressure in facing such a person.


    "Who is the person behind you?"


    "Lord Orochimaru, what are you saying?"


    "Sending me such a big gift, what does he want from me?"


    "I don''t quite understand what Lord Orochimaru means."


    Orochimaru studied the young man in front of him and then said.


    "I can turn on you quickly. If you don''t keep your word, I might not keep mine next second."


    Makoto still shook his head.


    "Lord Orochimaru must have misunderstood something."


    Upon hearing this, Orochimaru narrowed his eyes, his piercing gaze intensifying the pressure on Makoto.


    He then asked, "You said Minato will be the next Hokage?"


    Makoto responded, "It''s not what I said, it''s what everyone in the village thinks."


    After saying that, Makoto looked at Orochimaru with a surprised and doubtful expression.


    "Could it be that Lord Orochimaru also wants to become Hokage?"


    Makoto''s repeated denials had made Orochimaru somewhat suspicious, but in this moment, Orochimaru finally realized that the young man in front of him was playing a game with him.


    He didn''t immediately get angry.


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    Makoto continued.


    "The Hokage is someone who brings hope to the villagers, someone who is surrounded by countless rays of light."


    Orochimaru sneered, "You think I can''t become Hokage?"


    Makoto didn''t answer his question.


    Instead, he began speaking about something unrelated:


    "I suddenly thought of a story.


    I wonder if Lord Orochimaru would be interested in hearing it."


    Orochimaru''s gaze shifted slightly as he wondered to himself if this little brat had been sent by the Hyuga clan to test him.


    But who could it be from the Hyuga clan...?


    "Tell me," he said.


    Makoto slowly began to speak.


    "Once upon a time, there was a kingdom, and the old king wanted to pass on his throne to one of his two sons."


    "¡­"


    "The elder son was extraordinarily gifted, with unmatched strength, inheriting all of the king''s power, but he was arrogant and prideful, and he lacked the people''s support. His only concern was how to become stronger."


    "The younger son, although weaker in strength, was very attentive to the lives of the people, often helping them solve various difficulties, earning great respect among the common folk."


    "Lord Orochimaru, who do you think the king should pass the throne to?"


    Orochimaru sneered coldly.


    "If the eldest son were truly that strong, he shouldn''t be so foolishly waiting for the throne to come to him."


    It seemed he already understood that the younger son would inherit the throne from the king, and he realized that the two characters in the story were stand-ins for himself and Minato.


    So, he directly avoided answering Makoto''s question.


    Makoto continued.


    "But the old king is still alive, and his strength is no weaker.


    Plus, there are so many nobles in the kingdom who all favor the younger son.


    On the other hand, the elder son is all alone, and his power doesn''t seem to be at the level where he can fight against everything."


    "The elder son always thought that as long as his strength was strong enough, he could win the throne with his own power.


    But in the end, the younger son ascended to the throne with the support of the people and drove the elder son out of the kingdom.


    The elder son wanted revenge, but the people of the kingdom all stood in front of the new king."


    "Lord Orochimaru, what do you think the elder son should do at this point?"


    Orochimaru remained silent, his face cold.


    "Of course, there is another way." Makoto continued.


    "That would be for the elder son to kneel before the younger son and support him as the new king.


    In that case, the powerful elder son could become the general of the kingdom, which would also be a fine story, wouldn''t it?"


    "The story is finished, Lord Orochimaru." Makoto said.


    Orochimaru''s gaze locked onto Makoto, and he said.


    "Aren''t you afraid of death?"


    Makoto, hearing this, looked genuinely surprised and replied.


    "Lord Orochimaru, you don''t plan to kill me, do you?"


    Orochimaru: "¡­"


    At this moment, a thought suddenly crossed his mind. Is this brat usually this brave?


    Normally, everyone who sees me is full of both respect and fear.


    But this guy seems to treat my killing intent as if it doesn''t exist.


    What exactly makes him so fearless?


    "But if you want to become Hokage, how could you kill your own comrades from the village?" Makoto continued.


    "Not killing you means I can become Hokage?" Orochimaru sneered coldly.


    His words were somewhat taken out of context.


    Makoto chuckled lightly.


    "Lord Orochimaru, if you don''t kill me, I can find a way to help you become Hokage."


    "With just you?" Orochimaru sneered, but as he recalled the little brat''s actions earlier, his mind began to race.


    This kid...


    "Why are you doing this?" Orochimaru asked.


    Makoto paused for a moment, then calmly looked at Orochimaru and said,


    "Lord Orochimaru, do you understand what''s going on with my eyes?"


    Eyes...


    Orochimaru had heard from Anko about this anomaly from the Hyuga clan.


    At first, he found it quite interesting.


    A outsider had acquired the Sharingan, and now someone from the Hyuga clan had been given normal eyes instead of the Byakugan.


    "I''m just a branch family member. If I were to be given the Byakugan again, it would mean the head family would place the Caged Bird Seal on me once more."


    Upon hearing this, Orochimaru instantly understood everything, including the matter of the Byakugan information being relayed to him through Anko.


    This brat had no one backing him, it had always been just him. After going in such a big circle, was it all for this one thing?


    A weak person, hopping around in front of him, just to attract his attention and seek his protection?


    If he had revealed his true identity and pledged allegiance to him from the start, Orochimaru would have thought this brat was incredibly arrogant and foolish.


    But now, it seemed this brat was indeed very arrogant!


    "Why did you think I would accept those Byakugan?" Orochimaru suddenly asked.


    "Because the elder son is proud and arrogant, there''s nothing he wouldn''t dare to do." Makoto responded


    "You''ve already mentioned the elder son''s fate. As for me, a person who lacks the people''s support, I might as well just wait for Minato to take over as Hokage." Orochimaru said.


    Makoto said, "That was just a story, a story I made up. Stories have logic, and only with logic can they be somewhat convincing. Reality, on the other hand, is far more magical and illogical."


    "Besides the position of Hokage, those Byakugan¡­ Lord Orochimaru, you probably have no way to get your hands on them, right?"


    Orochimaru''s thoughts stirred slightly.


    He wanted to become Hokage because the position would bring him many conveniences.


    But things like the Byakugan were what he was truly passionate about.


    Makoto had indeed given him a reason that was hard to refuse.


    The Hyuga clan''s strict control over the Byakugan made Orochimaru curious about its power, but at the same time, he was helpless.


    After hearing what Makoto had said from Anko, he knew there was a possibility it was a trap, yet he still took action.


    Orochimaru pondered for a long while before slowly saying, "First, tell me your method."


    Saying this also meant that he had somewhat acknowledged Makoto.


    "Since it''s wartime, why should Lord Orochimaru stay at home?"


    Orochimaru narrowed his eyes. "Are you asking me to compete with Minato to see who kills more enemies?"


    Makoto responded, "Lord Orochimaru only needs to demonstrate the ability to turn the tide, and that should be enough."

 Ch 11 : Dissatisfied

    Several ninjas arrived at the Hyuga clan''s estate, reportedly sent by the Hokage to investigate the death of Hyuga Hitsuo.


    Among them, a particularly noticeable figure was a blond man wearing clothes adorned with the Yamanaka clan''s crest.


    This wasn''t something Makoto needed to concern himself with.


    It seemed the Hyuga clan had chosen to keep the theft of the Byakugan a secret, which meant the investigation would never lead back to him.


    And truthfully, it really had nothing to do with him.


    Ayari hurriedly rushed to Makoto''s house again, her face full of worry.


    "Makoto, I heard your surgery has been postponed¡­"


    From her expression, it seemed she was worried that Makoto might overthink the situation.


    "Yes, the clan said there were some issues. They''ll make a decision after Lord Hiashi returns."


    Makoto remained remarkably calm about the situation.


    He was reading again, as it was his only daily pastime.


    He had already finished all the books in the house, and that set of Human Acupuncture Charts had been flipped through repeatedly.


    Ayari felt that Makoto''s reaction wasn''t quite right.


    After hesitating, she asked, "Are¡­ you okay?"


    Makoto replied, "What could be wrong with me? I''m about to recover soon."


    Ayari thought that even if Makoto didn''t have an extreme reaction, he should at least feel a little down.


    But instead, he was lounging casually on the sofa with a carefree expression.


    She walked over and sat down across from Makoto, glancing at the book in his hands.


    After some thought, she said, "You''ve been reading that book a lot lately."


    "Just reviewing it since I have nothing else to do," Makoto replied.


    Suddenly, he sat up straight on the sofa, staring intently at Ayari with unblinking eyes.


    "W-What are you doing?" Ayari tensed up under his piercing gaze.


    "Ayari-nee, give me your hand," Makoto said.


    He had studied the book so many times but had never had the chance to practice.


    After a brief hesitation, Ayari slowly extended her arm.


    Makoto showed no hesitation as he took her hand directly and rolled up her sleeve, revealing her fair, delicate skin.


    Feeling a bit uncomfortable, Ayari asked, "What¡­ are you trying to do?"


    Makoto''s hand lightly brushed along Ayari''s arm, as if searching for something.


    His actions gave Ayari the impression that he was about to insert a needle.


    "This spot here is Taiyuan, right?" Makoto said, pointing to a spot on Ayari''s wrist.


    Ayari fell silent for a moment before finally replying softly, "Yes."


    "If struck here, one would no longer be able to form seals or use ninjutsu," Makoto continued.The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement.


    Ayari sighed softly and then used her other hand to slightly adjust Makoto''s finger on her wrist.


    "The chakra pathways in the human body are incredibly fine and require extreme precision. Without the Byakugan, it''s impossible to see them clearly."


    She felt like she understood what Makoto was thinking.


    This child had become a little obsessed¡ªwas he trying to use Gentle Fist without relying on the Byakugan?


    "Makoto" Ayari suddenly grasped Makoto''s hand in return, her eyes filled with a trace of sadness.


    "You don''t have to do this. The war will be over soon.


    Once Lord Hiashi returns, everything will be decided.


    For now, just rest at home and pretend you''re not a ninja."


    Makoto froze for a moment, and upon seeing the emotions in Ayari''s eyes, he realized she had misunderstood him.


    "I told you, I''m fine. I just want to study some things," Makoto explained.


    "Really?" Ayari still looked unconvinced. At this point, she was almost certain that Makoto was mentally struggling to cope with the blow he had suffered.


    Makoto felt a bit helpless and decided not to explain further.


    He leaned back on the sofa and stared up at the ceiling of his home.


    "Ayari-nee, why not find me some books?" he suddenly said.


    "Books?" Ayari was momentarily stunned.


    "If I''m reading, I won''t overthink things."


    "What kind of books do you want?" Ayari asked, still puzzled.


    "Books about the human body, chakra¡ªanything like that will do."


    Ayari thought for a moment before saying, "I can help you find some books."


    "Thank you, Ayari-nee."


    Seeing Makoto return to his book, Ayari still felt uneasy.


    After much deliberation, she said, "How about I introduce you to a girl?"


    Makoto froze for a moment. "What did you just say?"


    Ayari looked completely serious.


    "She''s from our clan too. You''ve seen her before.


    Honestly, I think you''re a bit unworthy of her, but you can still get to know each other."


    In Ayari''s mind, Makoto was at an age where he should be curious about and fascinated by the opposite sex.


    Perhaps this would be a good way to distract him.


    "It''s settled then. I''ll bring her over another day."


    ....


    Hiruzen Sarutobi had just finished another strategy meeting with several high-ranking officials of the village.


    When he returned to his office, he found Orochimaru casually sitting in his chair, flipping through the documents on his desk.


    That was the Hokage''s seat¡ªa place no one had ever dared to sit in during the Third Hokage''s tenure.


    Hiruzen didn''t say anything about it.


    Instead, he walked over slowly and asked, "What brings you here?"


    Orochimaru picked up a letter and said, "They''re all requests for supplies. Has the shipment from the daimyo been delayed again?"


    Hiruzen didn''t answer the question directly but instead chuckled lightly. "I''m surprised you''re interested in matters like these."


    Orochimaru replied, "It''s my village, after all. Naturally, I should care about its affairs."


    These words made Hiruzen''s eyes flicker with a complex emotion.


    After a brief silence, he said, "Would you be willing to go to the battlefield in the Land of Water?"


    But Orochimaru countered with a question of his own:


    "If we repel the Mist Ninja, will we win this war?"


    Hiruzen frowned and remained silent.


    Of course not. The greatest threat to Konoha right now was still the Land of Earth to the north¡ªthe most pressing enemy at the moment.


    The Hidden Mist Village didn''t seem intent on launching a full-scale war against Konoha, but instead carried out constant small-scale skirmishes, likely hoping to exploit Konoha''s exhaustion and strike when the opportunity arose.


    Orochimaru lounged casually in the Hokage''s chair, one hand resting on the armrest while supporting his cheek, smiling faintly as he stared at Hiruzen.


    But Hiruzen avoided meeting his gaze directly.


    In the entire village, only Orochimaru dared to treat him, the Third Hokage, with such an attitude.


    If Jiraiya had behaved this disrespectfully, Hiruzen would have kicked him down the stairs and scolded him on the spot.


    But Jiraiya would never act this way.


    "Minato is becoming more and more impressive.


    Listening to his achievements in the village, I almost feel like the war will soon be won under his leadership."


    Hiruzen fell silent for a moment before asking, "What exactly do you want to do?"


    Orochimaru picked up a letter from the desk and said, "Naturally, I wish to ease the village''s burdens. How about letting me handle the issue with the daimyo''s supplies?"


    Hiruzen replied, "The daimyo has never defaulted on supplies. They understand the gravity of the situation. Delaying for a few days is merely their way of expressing dissatisfaction."


    Orochimaru didn''t argue further.


    Instead, he asked, "Do you not want me to go?"


    Hiruzen was momentarily speechless and fell silent again.


    After a long pause, he frowned and said, "Don''t cause trouble."


    Orochimaru sneered, "It''s just a matter of securing supplies. What are you so worried about? At most, I''ll reaffirm Konoha''s loyalty to the daimyo."


    With that, Orochimaru stood up from his seat and left the room.


    "I''ll depart tomorrow. Hiruzen-sensei, please arrange a team to accompany me."


    Orochimaru walked past Hiruzen without stopping, heading straight for the door of the office.


    Hearing the sound of the door closing behind him, Hiruzen let out a long sigh.


    He looked at the spot where Orochimaru had just sat, his gaze complex and filled with mixed emotions.


    Orochimaru, are you expressing dissatisfaction with me? Why can''t you let go...?

 Ch 12 : Ichiraku

    The next day, as promised, Ayari brought a girl over to introduce to Makoto.


    Makoto was called to her house and saw a girl with short brown-green hair and Byakugan sitting in the living room.


    She had a cute and delicate appearance, looking very obedient.


    Ayari, with excitement, said, "Makoto''s here."


    The Byakugan girl immediately stood up upon seeing Makoto, her eyes filled with curiosity.


    This was someone she had only heard about in the clan but had never met in person.


    "This is Natsu. You should know her," Ayari said to Makoto.


    Makoto nodded.


    He did indeed recognize the girl¡ªthere were only so many people of his age in the clan.


    Even if they didn''t interact much, they were still aware of each other.


    Hyuga Ayano''s maid, Haruka, is her older sister.


    "This is Makoto."


    "Hello."


    "...Hello."


    "So, do you think Natsu is cute?" Ayari asked with a smile.


    "We have so many little boys who try to win her favor every day."


    Hyuga Natsu became a little embarrassed and quickly spoke up to stop her: "Ayari-nee."


    "She is quite cute," Makoto replied.


    "...Thank you," Hyuga Natsu said politely in response.


    Makoto noticed that she kept glancing at him, and whenever their eyes met, she quickly looked away¡ªprobably curious about his eyes.


    Makoto noticed Ayari was giving him a hint and helplessly said, "It''s almost noon. How about we go eat together?"


    "Now that you mention it, I am a bit hungry," Ayari immediately responded, giving Makoto a "good job" look.


    Makoto felt a bit helpless.


    He only agreed because he saw Ayari was keen on this, and he didn''t want to disappoint her.


    "What do you want to eat?" he casually asked.


    "I don''t mind, how about you, Natsu?" Ayari replied.


    "I can eat anything," Hyuga Natsu softly said.


    Makoto: "..."


    Realizing he had asked the wrong question, Makoto quickly decided, "Let''s go have ramen."


    "R...Ramen?" Ayari blinked in surprise, looking at Makoto in disbelief.


    Her expression seemed to say, "Why are you asking a girl out for ramen for your first date?"


    Hyuga Natsu was also a bit surprised.If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.


    When other boys invited her out, they usually chose more carefully selected restaurants¡ªdessert cafes, barbecue joints, sushi places.


    Makoto was the first to ask her to eat ramen.


    "You..." Ayari furrowed her brows and thought for a moment.


    "Are you sure? Shouldn''t you think about it some more?"


    "No need to think, let''s just have ramen," Makoto said.


    Ayari was quite speechless.


    She had once thought this kid was teachable, but now she realized she had overestimated him.


    Hyuga Natsu didn''t feel anything was inappropriate.


    The main reason she came today, aside from being curious about this person who had lost his Byakugan, was out of consideration for Ayari''s wishes.


    It was just meeting a boy.


    At most, they would eat a meal together.


    Makoto didn''t pay much attention to their thoughts.


    What he was thinking about was how he had seen a "Ichiraku Ramen" shop in the village a few days ago.


    To his surprise, Ichiraku had opened a store in Konoha, and he just wanted to give it a try.


    The three of them left the Hyuga clan''s territory together.


    "I heard that Makoto-kun has already become a Chunin."


    Along the way, Hyuga Natsu noticed that Ayari was giving Makoto numerous hints with her eyes, but it seemed like he didn''t notice.


    Finding it interesting, Natsu decided to kindly initiate a conversation to spare Ayari the awkwardness.


    "Yeah, I was lucky to pass the Chunin exam back then," Makoto replied.


    "I''ve heard that the Chunin exams are very strict, so passing them surely isn''t just luck," Hyuga Natsu said. "I''m still just a Genin."


    "Being a Genin is also fine. Becoming a Chunin is just a matter of time, it doesn''t mean much," Makoto replied.


    In the Hyuga clan, no one stays a Genin forever.


    "Makoto-kun is too modest. I heard that Makoto-kun achieved great things on the front lines," Hyuga Natsu said softly, her words making one feel good.


    Makoto merely smiled faintly. "It was just luck that I didn''t die."


    Ayari suddenly interjected, "At that time, you had already infiltrated near the enemy''s camp. Even a Jounin wouldn''t be guaranteed a safe retreat."


    Hyuga Natsu exclaimed in surprise, "Was it that dangerous?"


    Ayari replied matter-of-factly, "If it wasn''t dangerous, how could we have brought back useful intelligence?"


    She said these things to improve Makoto''s image, and it did indeed help change Hyuga Natsu''s impression of him.


    Although she was a ninja, she had never been to the battlefield.


    Most of her understanding of war came from hearsay and seeing the wounded soldiers returning from the front lines, which gave her some sense of the brutality of war.


    She felt a lot of respect for someone like Makoto, who had been to the battlefield.


    But Makoto wasn''t proud of it.


    When it came to matters of the front line, he let Ayari speak without interrupting, as though the story being told wasn''t about him at all.


    Soon, they reached the front of the Ichiraku Ramen shop.


    It was a rather simple little shop, and upon seeing it, Ayari sighed even more.


    She felt that her efforts today were in vain and that she would have to give Makoto a proper talking-to when they got back.


    "This place is actually quite good," Hyuga Natsu said with a gentle smile, not showing any signs of disdain.


    "I think so too," Makoto said with a faint smile, feeling a bit sentimental for some reason. He then lifted the curtain and walked inside.


    "Welcome!"


    The owner was a young man wearing a white chef''s hat, an apron, and with eyes that seemed barely open.


    When he smiled, it became even harder to see his eyes.


    "What would you like to order?"


    "I''ll have the signature ramen," Makoto said.


    "I''ll have the same," Ayari replied weakly.


    "I''ll have a bowl of tonkotsu chashu ramen."


    "Please wait a moment."


    The three of them took a seat, with Hyuga Natsu sitting in the middle, mainly because Ayari had already sat one seat away from Makoto, and Natsu felt it would be rude to sit on the other side of her.


    "I passed by here when the shop first opened. There was a long line at that time" Hyuga Natsu said.


    "Too bad you didn''t come back then," Makoto replied.


    "It''s okay, you can come often in the future," the ramen shop owner, who was stretching the noodles, smiled and said. "Regulars can get discounts occasionally."


    Ayari scoffed slightly, thinking to herself that there was nothing special about a ramen shop.


    "Looks like Makoto-kun really likes ramen," Hyuga Natsu said with a smile.


    "No," Makoto replied, resting one hand on the table and propping his chin, glancing sideways at Hyuga Natsu.


    "As long as it''s delicious, I like it. If you only love one type of food and ignore others, wouldn''t that be too much of a waste?"


    He then noticed Ayari looking at him. When their eyes met, Ayari shot him a glare.


    Makoto understood she wasn''t happy with his response.


    Hyuga Natsu, listening to what he said, was slightly taken aback, then nodded: "What Makoto-kun said... makes sense."


    The steaming ramen was quickly served, with a light layer of oil floating on the broth, and a rich fragrance filling the air.


    "Itadakimasu." Makoto said.

 Ch 13 : Light and Darkness

    Two days later, a shocking news spread throughout the village.


    The Daimyo of the Land of Fire had been attacked!


    It was said that a small Iwa-nin team somehow managed to sneak across the border and infiltrate the Daimyo''s residence.


    The situation was extremely dangerous, with most of the guards around the Daimyo sacrificing themselves.


    Fortunately, Orochimaru, who was responsible for transporting supplies, arrived just in time to save the Daimyo from the crisis.


    The news spread quickly.


    By the second day after the incident, it had already begun circulating throughout the village.


    It was said that the Daimyo greatly praised Orochimaru for his actions and rewarded him with many valuables.


    However, Orochimaru declined all the rewards and instead requested that the Daimyo provide more supplies and military equipment to Konoha, which was granted.


    The impact of this event was significant.


    For ordinary citizens, the Daimyo''s status was immensely respected.


    The specifics of the situation were unclear to them, but they only knew that Orochimaru''s actions were remarkable and brought honor to their village.


    Moreover, the fact that he refused the Daimyo''s rewards and instead sought better treatment for his comrades fighting on the front lines made people admire him even more.


    His spirit of selflessness left everyone in awe and filled them with respect.


    Originally, Orochimaru, one of the legendary Sannin, already held great renown in the village.


    However, during this war, there had been little mention of him, and this recent event brought him back into the spotlight.


    There were even rumors circulating that the reason Orochimaru hadn''t been seen on the frontlines was because he had been undertaking a top-secret mission related to the nation''s security.


    This mission was extremely risky and could only be carried out by someone of Orochimaru''s strength.


    At this moment, Orochimaru had not yet returned to Konoha, but public opinion was already starting to stir.


    It was clear to those with sharp eyes that there was something behind the scenes pushing this narrative, but unfortunately, there were few such discerning individuals in the village at the moment, as most of the population was focused on the frontlines.


    North Border of the Land of Fire.


    With the sealing barrier lifted, a military camp materialized out of nowhere in the midst of this forest.


    The leader was Nara Shikaku, a young man with two scars on his face and a determined expression.


    Though he had a beard on his chin, it was clear that he wasn''t very old.


    "Lord Orochimaru." He walked up to Orochimaru''s side and bowed respectfully.


    "Is this camp under your responsibility, Shikaku?" Orochimaru''s gaze swept over the camp behind him as he spoke slowly.


    "Lord Hokage has entrusted me with this task," Shikaku replied, maintaining a respectful yet confident tone.This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience.


    "Lord Orochimaru, thank you for the hard work in delivering the supplies. I''ve heard about the incident at the Daimyo''s residence. It was thanks to you that the Land of Fire was spared from disaster."


    Orochimaru smiled faintly. "Compared to those of you who risked your lives on the frontlines, this is nothing."


    Shikaku was momentarily taken aback, feeling a bit surprised that Orochimaru would speak so politely to him.


    "Lord Orochimaru is too humble. Please, step inside the camp," Shikaku said.


    The supply convoy Orochimaru had brought slowly entered the camp, where the personnel took over the unloading and handover process.


    The arrival of these supplies bolstered the morale of the frontline ninja forces.


    As one cart after another entered, many volunteers began to help unload the goods.


    Orochimaru''s gaze continued to survey the inside of the camp.


    There were many ninjas stationed here¡ªaside from the external forces, there were still thousands of troops, making it one of the largest military camps that Konoha had in the Land of Earth battlefield.


    This place was not unfamiliar to him; during the last Great Ninja War, he had been a prominent figure with considerable influence.


    However, after the outbreak of this war, he had not been active on the frontlines for long before being left behind.


    Hiruzen had given him many tasks, but they were all indirectly related to the frontlines.


    Jiraiya, that guy too¡ªalthough he was fighting on the frontlines, there had been little news about him.


    Was he also stepping aside for his students?


    "Is Minato here?" Orochimaru asked.


    "Minato has been dispatched on a mission," Shikaku replied. "If everything goes smoothly, he should be back soon. If Lord Orochimaru wishes to see him, it can still be arranged."


    Orochimaru smiled faintly. "It seems meeting him isn''t so easy."


    Shikaku explained, "Lord Orochimaru, you misunderstood. Minato rarely gives himself any rest. His workload is many times heavier than others''. Even on the frontlines, I mainly only talk to him about official matters."


    Orochimaru''s expression shifted slightly in surprise.


    He had always thought that Minato''s high reputation was due to his participation in several important battles, where he led victories.


    Now, it seemed that he had underestimated him¡ªtaking on everything himself, something Orochimaru hadn''t managed to do.


    After a brief silence, Orochimaru said, "Minato truly works hard."


    Shikaku replied, "Minato once said that for the sake of Konoha, he would risk his life without regret."


    As they spoke, Orochimaru suddenly stopped in his tracks.


    He tilted his head up and looked at a large tree beside him.


    The tree''s canopy was vast, with branches and leaves sprawling out.


    The sunlight pierced through the gaps, creating countless patches of light that fell onto Orochimaru''s face.


    "When we were building the camp, we thought it would be a shame to cut down such a well-grown tree, so we decided to leave it," Shikaku said, noticing that Orochimaru was staring at the tree for no apparent reason.


    "Everyone likes to relax and chat under this tree during their free time."


    Orochimaru calmly responded, "Cutting it down would indeed be a shame."


    A breeze blew through the forest, making the leaves rustle.


    The light on his face flickered, shifting between light and shadow, creating a mesmerizing effect.


    "Lord Minato is back!"


    A shout suddenly rang out through the camp, and the atmosphere became lively.


    From a distance, Orochimaru saw a tall, blond youth quickly surrounded by people.


    He wore a warm smile on his face, making people feel as though they were bathed in spring sunshine, responding to the words of those around him.


    "Lord Orochimaru, Minato has returned," Shikaku reminded him.


    Orochimaru watched the figure calmly and let out a soft reply.


    "Mm, I see."


    The golden flash that struck fear into enemies on the battlefield, and the hero of Konoha who earned the trust and respect of the villagers.


    This young junior, his brilliance had already surpassed that of his former self.


    Fabricated public opinion could deceive ordinary citizens, but what about the ninjas who fought alongside Minato through life and death? How could he win their hearts?


    Orochimaru''s mind raced, yet he could not find a way to break the deadlock.


    Before this, he had looked down on it¡ªa Hokage position.


    With his status and power, wouldn''t it be within his grasp with just a little effort and maneuvering?


    He resented Hiruzen-sensei for abandoning him.


    Wasn''t he the one Hiruzen had always favored as his most promising student?


    Gifted and talented!


    But compared to the person standing before him now?


    The arrogant and self-important elder son....


    The words that Makoto had spoken echoed in his mind, deafening and profound.


    The self-proclaimed genius he once held, in handling this matter, seemed so narrow and shallow.


    "Lord Orochimaru?"


    The voice of Shikaku pulled Orochimaru back from his thoughts, and he turned his gaze towards him.


    "We should head back to the main tent; Minato will be coming soon," Shikaku said.


    "Mm."


    Before leaving, Orochimaru glanced once more in Minato''s direction.


    The story was fabricated, but reality was even more magical...


    What kind of ending could that kid bring him?

 Ch 14 : Chaos begins

    In the Hokage building''s office,


    The Third Hokage, Sarutobi Hiruzen, looked at Orochimaru, who had returned to report, holding a detailed inventory of supplies and military equipment.


    It was half more than the originally agreed-upon amount.


    "You''ve worked hard, Orochimaru."


    Orochimaru, dressed in a green combat uniform, gave a light smile at Hiruzen''s words of thanks.


    "It''s just delivering some supplies. If there''s nothing to do, even a person will start to go stale."


    Hiruzen, upon hearing this, said, "But wasn''t it a big deal that you handled this time?"


    Orochimaru replied, "Since I encountered it, naturally I couldn''t stand by and do nothing."


    Hiruzen looked up at Orochimaru, then picked up a letter and gestured.


    "The Daimyo sent a letter. It mostly praises you, saying that Konoha highly values talents like you, and that with people like you, the war will surely end in victory soon."


    Upon hearing this, Orochimaru remained calm and said, "I saw Minato at the frontlines. His leadership is strong, and with him leading us, Konoha will surely achieve victory."


    Hiruzen smiled. "So you think highly of him?"


    Orochimaru replied, "Jiraiya truly has a great disciple."


    Hiruzen''s gaze shifted slightly, and he looked at Orochimaru, then suddenly asked, "What do you think about Minato becoming the Fourth Hokage?"


    Orochimaru responded, his expression unchanged, "The war isn''t over yet, and you''re already thinking about stepping down?"


    "We must always think about the future. The Daimyo has such high hopes for you, and you think so highly of Minato. There''s no way we can lose this war."


    "The Hokage position should go to the most capable. Minato does indeed have that ability."


    Hiruzen continued to watch Orochimaru''s eyes, waiting for a reaction.


    But when he spoke these words, there was no emotion in those snake-like eyes, exactly as he had expected.


    He spoke slowly, "Orochimaru, you too once had such a student. If you could put yourself in his shoes, he would surely be very pleased."


    Orochimaru''s gaze grew cold. "If there''s nothing else, I''ll be leaving."


    Once Orochimaru left, the office returned to silence.


    Hiruzen''s hand searched under the desk, pulling out a smoking pipe.


    As he lit it, his eyes briefly glanced at the letter from the Daimyo on the desk.


    In the letter, aside from praising Orochimaru, the Daimyo also expressed dissatisfaction with Konoha''s border defenses, criticizing how an Iwa-nin team had managed to infiltrate so easily.


    However, as soon as Hiruzen received the news, he had sent people to investigate the Land of Fire''s border entries.


    During wartime, Land of Fire and Konoha had tight control over their borders, and the report returned that there had been no irregularities.


    Hiruzen sensed something was off but soon realized that investigating further would be pointless.Love this story? Find the genuine version on the author''s preferred platform and support their work!


    If the investigation uncovered something unfavorable, there was no way to report it to the Daimyo.


    Could he really tell the Daimyo that Konoha was currently embroiled in a power struggle over the Hokage position?


    Orochimaru... You have underestimated your ruthlessness and ambition...


    Hiruzen exhaled a puff of smoke, the thick mist swirling in front of him, hard to dissipate.


    ....


    The first thing Orochimaru did upon returning to his residence was to instruct Anko to fetch Makoto.


    After Anko quickly left, Orochimaru calmed down, sitting motionless in the living room by himself.


    How pathetic, Orochimaru, still unable to let go of these useless emotions?


    After a long silence with his eyes closed, a ninja dressed in Anbu attire suddenly appeared in the living room, wearing a patterned mask and kneeling before him.


    "Lord Orochimaru." the ninja said, handing over a scroll with both hands.


    Orochimaru seemed not to hear, sitting there without raising his eyelids.


    From his sleeve, a snake slowly crawled out and made its way to the Anbu ninja, taking the scroll in its mouth.


    "Lord Danzo sends his regards."


    The Anbu ninja bowed his head, then instantly disappeared from the spot.


    Half an hour later, Anko finally returned with Makoto, albeit a little late.


    The moment Makoto stepped into the living room, he immediately felt the cold aura surrounding Orochimaru.


    Anko, however, seemed unaware, skipping over to Orochimaru''s side to take credit. "Lord Orochimaru, I brought Makoto here!"


    Orochimaru smiled faintly and patted her on the head.


    "Makoto and I have some things to discuss. You can go play outside for a while."


    "Eh?" Anko''s little face showed confusion as she turned to look at Makoto, wondering when Makotoand Lord Orochimaru had become so close.


    In Anko''s memory, she only needed to avoid the area when Lord Orochimaru was talking to other adults, and she would obediently leave without disturbing them.


    But why would they want to avoid her now...?


    "Got it." Anko obediently left, but before she went, she couldn''t help but glance at Makoto again.


    Makoto didn''t ask about Orochimaru''s strange mood, but instead spoke up.


    "The village has been talking about how Lord Orochimaru saved the Daimyo these past two days."


    Orochimaru didn''t respond verbally but tossed a scroll to him.


    Makoto unrolled it, and the contents revealed correspondence between certain Royal officials of the Land of Fire, indicating that these officials had accepted benefits sent by the Root division.


    These officials must not be fools; if they dared to accept bribes, it''s likely that the benefits sent by the Root division weren''t entirely out of goodwill.


    Looking at the shocking content, Makoto remained calm and said, "The war is almost over."


    Orochimaru glanced at him: "How do you know?"


    "Konoha is about to run out of steam, and Iwagakure is the same."


    Orochimaru replied, "Even so, what then? Do you think Iwagakure will back down?"


    The war between the Fire and Earth countries had been extremely brutal, and by now, it had almost lost its original purpose.


    Most of the people on the battlefield were fighting driven by hatred.


    "So, a catalyst is needed to bring the two countries to a ceasefire, at which point Konoha will present a peace treaty."


    Orochimaru furrowed his brows slightly upon hearing this. "Doesn''t that sound like admitting defeat?"


    Makoto replied, "It just needs a little adjustment, and the villagers won''t think that way. The Hokage can take this opportunity to step down and ensure the Fourth Hokage to succeed."


    Orochimaru''s gaze flickered, and he continued to ask, "What kind of opportunity are you talking about?"


    "Did you forget what started this Great Ninja War?" Makoto asked.


    Orochimaru''s thoughts quickly turned: "Sunagakure!"


    Makoto smoothly added, "The Fourth Kazekage has been in power for a while now, and Sunagakure should be stable internally. With their alliance, Iwagakure will surely back down."


    "Would Sunagakure agree?"


    "Sunagakure also needs peace. They won''t allow the balance between the Fire, Earth, and Wind countries to be disrupted."


    Orochimaru fell silent, deep in thought.


    "Lord Orochimaru, you need to go to the Land of Wind to secure this ally for Konoha."


    "No!" Orochimaru suddenly interjected, cutting off Makoto''s words.


    "Even that won''t be enough!"


    Makoto was momentarily stunned, but then noticed Orochimaru smirking as he continued, "It must be at a time when Konoha''s survival is at stake, and I lead the reinforcements. Only then can I gain enough prestige."


    Makoto''s expression grew calm as he replied, "Right now, Iwagakure probably doesn''t have the strength to push Konoha to that point."


    "If Iwagakure doesn''t have the strength, we can give them that strength!" Orochimaru retorted.


    "Lord Orochimaru, if you become the Hokage, those ninjas on the front lines will all become your family."


    Orochimaru remained unmoved: "If they want to crown another Hokage, doesn''t that count as a betrayal to me?"


    He had already realized that the hearts of those ninjas couldn''t possibly turn toward him in such a short time, no matter what he did.


    So, he must pave a bloody path.


    "Doing so will plunge Konoha, and the entire Land of Fire, into chaos," Makoto continued.


    Orochimaru calmed down, his voice hoarse as he said, "Chaos is a ladder!"


    A ladder to clear everything away and ascend to the peak!

 Ch 15 : Heart-stirring

    Orochimaru''s intentions were of no concern to Makoto.


    So when he first heard Orochimaru''s crazy idea, he had no intention of stopping him.


    Makoto only needed to speak when it was necessary.


    Before the war with Iwagakure ended, he didn''t need to concern himself with any disputes in the village.


    Ayari had brought him many books, but her attitude had become extremely poor, and her gaze toward him carried an impulse to punch him.


    Makoto guessed it was likely due to the last meal he had with Hyuga Natsu.


    Makoto didn''t feel the need to explain much, so he went to the streets and picked out some small gifts for her as a token of apology.


    Ayari also seemed to have acquired the books from an unknown source.


    One book, which explained the seven attributes of chakra, was far more profound than any similar books Makoto had seen in his original life.


    In addition, there were medical books on human anatomy, which Makoto briefly flipped through and found quite professional, meant for specialized medical ninjas.


    Even just the book on chakra was enough for Makoto to study for some time.


    His life became peaceful.


    After his last visit to the hospital for a check-up, he also tried training at the Hyuga family''s training ground, but it was too monotonous, and the results were minimal.


    Growth in strength requires time and continuous effort.


    In this world, people generally follow certain rules, but Makoto was somewhat resistant to them.


    He preferred effortless gains, but such things were merely fantasies.


    He began to create a training plan for himself, focusing only on physical training.


    Without the path of the Byakugan Gentle Fist, he couldn''t continue down that route.


    His physical technique had to lean toward Konoha''s "Strong Fist" style, but the Hyuga family didn''t practice Strong Fist, nor did they have any related books.


    Fortunately, the foundation from his original body still existed.


    As a Chunin-level Hyuga clan member, his physical fitness was still excellent.


    Recently, Hyuga Ayano had visited him again, bringing many things, including daily necessities and food she had made.


    However, even though a woman in her twenties might be scheming, to Makoto, her skills were still too shallow.


    Both of them were acting, each with their own agenda.


    Ayano thought that a little child would be easy to manipulate, and Makoto played along, showing her affection and gratitude.


    Anko had also come to visit Makoto a few times, but it was driven by her own feelings.


    She thought Makoto was a good person, after all, how could someone who liked dango have bad intentions?


    Also, it seemed that Lord Orochimaru liked him quite a bit.


    A week passed, and suddenly, news came from the front lines that Konoha had suffered a heavy defeat with significant losses.


    It seemed that during a military march, they were ambushed, and countless comrades had sacrificed their lives.


    Once this news reached the village, it instantly made the atmosphere in Konoha heavy and oppressive.


    Even Ayano became deeply worried.


    While they were not needed to risk their lives on the front lines, the war was still closely tied to everyone.


    On his way back from the training ground, Makoto encountered a group of people.


    He recognized them all, and at the center of the group was Hyuga Natsu.A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.


    "Makoto-kun?" Hyuga Natsu greeted him in surprise.


    The people around her were also from the younger generation of the Hyuga clan.


    The one about the same age as Makoto was Hyuga Iroha, a Chunin who should have been on the front lines.


    The two younger ones, Makoto remembered, were Hyuga Tetsu and Hyuga Tokimasa, both newly graduated Genin, about the same age as Anko.


    "It''s Makoto," Iroha also greeted him, with a more casual and familiar tone.


    Hyuga Tetsu and Hyuga Tokimasa both called him "Big Brother Makoto" and sneaked glances at Makoto''s eyes.


    As peers from the same clan, they naturally knew each other.


    "Hello," Makoto responded.


    "Iroha just returned from the front lines. We''re planning to go out for a meal together. Would you like to join us, Makoto-kun?" Hyuga Natsu smiled.


    Makoto noticed that underneath Iroha''s ninja combat attire, a section of white bandages was subtly visible.


    He must have been injured and returned to the village for treatment.


    However, given how unaffected his movements were, the injury wasn''t severe.


    Normally, there would be no need to return to the village for something like this.


    This was the preferential treatment that the Hyuga clan, as one of the ancient noble families of Konoha, received.


    "It''s been a while since you''ve returned to the village. Come join us," Iroha said with a smile.


    Earlier, Hyuga Hiashi returned to the village due to Makoto''s matter, but Iroha didn''t come back with him.


    Makoto thought for a moment, then nodded. "Alright."


    After joining their group, they made their way toward the main entrance of the clan grounds.


    Makoto asked Iroha, "How''s your health?"


    Iroha gave a bitter smile and then lifted the lining of his combat attire, revealing his entire abdomen wrapped in bandages.


    "I was hit by a Iwa-nin''s ninjutsu, and several stones went into my abdomen.


    Although they were taken out, it really hurt, and I also need to be careful with my diet. There are a lot of things I can''t eat," Iroha explained.


    However, Makoto misjudged the situation.


    This wasn''t a minor injury at all¡ªhis abdomen had been pierced.


    It was easy to imagine how serious it was.


    Despite this, Iroha spoke lightly, almost as if he were making light of it.


    After lowering his shirt, he added with a smile.


    "Compared to what happened to you back then, this is just a minor injury.


    Lord Hiashi was considerate and let me return from the frontlines to rest for a while."


    Seeing the smile on his face, Makoto couldn''t help but feel a bit moved.


    He was just a 12- or 13-year-old kid, but the world was so harsh.


    "Wasn''t Makoto-kun''s injury also serious at that time?" Hyuga Natsu asked from the side.


    "It was more than serious," Iroha clicked his tongue.


    "When Makoto returned to the camp, he was covered in blood, with a massive wound on his chest. The medical team said that it was a miracle he survived."


    "Makoto, you could lift your shirt and let Natsu see," Iroha suggested.


    Makoto didn''t follow the suggestion and simply replied, "What''s there to see?"


    Natsu shook her head, saying, "Never mind."


    She couldn''t help but sigh, "The battlefield is truly a dangerous place."


    Iroha wholeheartedly agreed, "Yeah, but with Lord Hiashi and Lord Minato, we''ll win soon!"


    "Natsu, let me tell you about Lord Minato..."


    Iroha went on and on, enthusiastically telling Natsu about Namikaze Minato''s legendary stories.


    It was clear that he was a big fan of Minato, using words like "extremely," "incredibly," and "very" to emphasize his admiration, speaking with great excitement.


    Though Natsu listened intently, she remained calm and only smiled.


    On the other hand, Hyuga Tetsu and Hyuga Tokimasa were both impressed, repeatedly asking, "What happened next?"


    Makoto could tell that Iroha had feelings for Natsu, but Natsu didn''t seem to feel the same way.


    She was simply being polite as a friend.


    The group walked out of the Hyuga clan area and arrived at a barbecue restaurant, the same one Makoto and Anko had visited before¡ª one of the better-rated restaurants in the village.


    The five of them sat down, with Iroha shamelessly sitting next to Natsu, while Makoto sat with Tokimasa and Tetsu.


    The owner handed out menus, and Iroha continued enthusiastically talking about Minato''s achievements.


    The other two younger men were also engrossed in his words, while the menu was passed to Natsu, who politely declined.


    Makoto, however, wasn''t shy and took the menu, immediately starting to place an order.


    By the time Iroha had finished his story, he looked up to find the table already covered with various meats and dishes.


    He was a bit stunned. "How much did you order?"


    Makoto had already started grilling the meat.


    Hearing Iroha, he said, "I saw you all so engrossed, so I didn''t disturb you and just went ahead and ordered some dishes."


    Iroha twitched his mouth, feeling a bit of pain in his heart.


    The most crucial issue was that, due to his injuries, he couldn''t eat grilled meat.


    He had brought everyone to this place because of Natsu, wanting to treat her to a nice meal.


    Natsu smiled and said, "It looks like Makoto often eats barbecue. He ordered all the signature dishes and even specifically asked the owner for some seasoning."


    Iroha immediately responded, "If Natsu likes it, that''s good. It''s just a meal of barbecue. If it''s not enough, we can always order more."


    Tetsu and Tokimasa immediately chimed in, praising Iroha for being so generous.


    Makoto handed him a bowl of porridge, "You probably can''t eat grilled meat, so I ordered this for you."


    Iroha took the bowl, glaring at Makoto with resentment, thinking to himself that one day he would get back at this guy.


    The meat on the grill was sizzling, emitting white smoke.


    Makoto held the rack in one hand, flipping the meat, while casually resting his cheek in the other hand and asking, "I heard that the front lines suffered a defeat?"


    Iroha froze upon hearing this, and his expression grew heavy.


    After a moment of silence, he replied, "Yeah."


    "Our march route was supposed to be highly secretive, but somehow the Iwa ninjas found out. They set up an ambush along the way..."


    The atmosphere at the table grew tense, and the two younger boys stopped talking.


    Natsu quietly sipped her tea, listening intently.


    "How many were able to retreat?"


    "A thousand-man unit, only three hundred and seventeen managed to get out."


    The shocking number made Natsu tighten her grip on her teacup.


    Makoto continued to watch the meat on the grill, which was starting to burn.


    He didn''t say anything more, knowing that this was just the beginning.


    Orochimaru would not stop.

 Ch 16 : Invisible Enemy

    Northern Frontline Temporary Base of the Land of Fire.


    After enduring a brutal ambush, this unit was left with only a handful of survivors.


    It was only thanks to Minato''s timely arrival that they managed to break through the encirclement; otherwise, everyone would have perished at the hands of the enemy.


    Inside the main tent, Minato sat together with the Ino-Shika-Cho trio.


    "Are you saying that we have an internal problem?" Minato asked thoughtfully.


    "It''s just a suspicion," Shikaku replied.


    "Do you have any evidence?"


    "Our marching route was carefully scouted by the reconnaissance unit and is highly confidential.


    If the enemy had reconnaissance capabilities far superior to ours, they would have already gained the upper hand in this war," Shikaku explained.


    Minato furrowed his brows but remained silent.


    Shikaku continued, "I know this may sound far-fetched, so it''s only a suspicion for now."


    Minato asked, "What do you plan to do?"


    "I need to confirm my suspicion.


    If there truly is an enemy spy among us, it would be a devastating blow to our upcoming operations."


    As Shikaku spoke, he took out three small scrolls he had just drawn.


    "These are three different retreat routes.


    They need to be delivered to the other camps.


    I''ve already sent a reconnaissance ninja ahead to monitor each of these routes."


    "Kakashi!" Shikaku called out toward the tent entrance.


    Shortly after, a white-haired youth with a mask walked in.


    Shikaku handed one of the scrolls to Kakashi.


    "Take this to Lord Jiraiya''s camp to the east. Go quickly and return immediately."


    "Understood," Kakashi replied briefly, taking the scroll and leaving the main tent.


    Shikaku handed the other two scrolls to Minato.


    "Minato, I''ll need you to take care of these two.


    Deliver them to Fugaku''s camp to the west and the forward outpost to the northwest."


    Minato nodded slightly and asked, "Is there anything else you''d like to add?"


    Shikaku glanced at the clock on the table. "We''ll depart at 3 p.m."


    "There''s enough time. I''ll make it back," Minato replied.


    The distance between the different camps wasn''t short.


    Before any action, messengers would be sent to inform one another to ensure everyone stayed updated on each other''s movements.


    As Minato stepped out of the main tent, he was greeted by the sight of the remaining soldiers gathered around.


    A mere few hundred people remained, their morale low.


    Many were injured, leaning against tree trunks or lying on the ground to rest.Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    Seeing Minato emerge, some still mustered the strength to stand and greet him with a respectful, "Lord Minato."


    Minato felt a heavy weight in his heart as he looked at these familiar faces.


    Just two days ago, there had been so many more.


    He didn''t say much.


    Without hesitation, he vanished using the Body Flicker Technique.


    At that moment, Shikaku also stepped out of the camp.


    "Everyone, get ready. We''ll depart in an hour, heading to Mt. Seiun for evacuation."


    The hour passed quickly, and as promised, Minato returned on time.


    After the troops finished their preparations, they set off once again.


    Mt. Seiun spanned the Land of Fire and the Land of Grass.


    Its terrain wasn''t particularly rugged, and the scenery was serene and picturesque.


    Leading the troops along the mountainside trail, Shikaku observed the lush vegetation surrounding them.


    He couldn''t help but think that if a bloody battle were to take place here, it would likely cause significant damage to the environment.


    He hoped his worries were unfounded.


    "How long have we been walking?" Minato asked.


    "Over 40 minutes," Shikaku replied.


    Minato said, "It''s been this long without any news, so it should be fine."


    Shikaku nodded. "Let''s hope so."


    Considering there were injured people in the group, their pace was slow.


    Minato walked at the front of the formation, frequently glancing back at his remaining comrades.


    Resolute, he was determined to ensure that every one of them made it back safely.


    "Minato," Choza called, tossing him a water pouch.


    Minato caught it, opened it, and took a sip.


    As he looked into the distance, the sky appeared as clear and blue as jade, with a few scattered white clouds.


    He thought to himself that the view would likely be even more breathtaking from the mountaintop.


    Just as Minato finished drinking, the reconnaissance ninja Shikaku had sent ahead returned.


    His arrival made Minato and the Ino-Shika-Cho trio feel a heavy weight in their hearts.


    "What''s the situation?" Shikaku asked, frowning.


    "I discovered a group of Iwagakure shinobi at my location, numbering about five to six hundred!"


    The scout took the water pouch Minato handed him, drank a sip, and spoke while slightly panting.


    "I see," Shikaku replied expressionlessly.


    The location this scout had been sent to was along the evacuation route intended for Lord Jiraiya''s camp.


    "You should rest for now," Shikaku told him.


    It seemed the enemy had infiltrated Lord Jiraiya''s camp.


    "Shikaku, it seems your guess was correct," Inoichi remarked.


    "We need to warn Jiraiya-sensei," Minato said.


    Shikaku nodded and was just about to say something when another reconnaissance ninja returned.


    This scout had been sent to the evacuation route leading to Fugaku''s camp.


    Everyone felt their hearts sink.


    Moments later, the last reconnaissance ninja returned as well.


    All of them brought back the same message: there was a group of Iwagakure shinobi discovered at their respective locations.


    Shikaku felt a chill run down his spine.


    He turned to look at Minato, whose solemn expression now carried a hint of shock.


    Every camp had a spy!


    How could they possibly fight a battle like this?


    Suddenly, something clicked in Shikaku''s mind.


    He abruptly stood up and shouted, "Stop moving forward!"


    He scanned their surroundings, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.


    "Inoichi!" Shikaku''s voice was already hoarse, and as soon as he shouted, Inoichi had already begun performing his sensory ninjutsu.


    The unit came to a halt, their eyes wary of their surroundings.


    The once lush and dense forest now seemed fraught with hidden dangers.


    After a moment, Inoichi said, "I don''t sense anything unusual... If they''ve prepared an ambush in advance, they might have used methods to block detection."


    Shikaku said, "This is aimed at our unit. They are determined to wipe us out!"


    At this moment, Minato stepped forward, his expression calm.


    "Leave it to me," he said.


    Shikaku hesitated. "Just you?"


    He knew Minato was incredibly strong¡ªfar beyond the capabilities of an average ninja, someone even Shikaku himself couldn''t compare to¡ªbut the enemy numbered five to six hundred!


    "It might be tricky. I''ll need Inoichi''s help," Minato replied.


    "When the enemy reveals themselves, relay the positions of all of them to me."


    "Understood!" Inoichi responded firmly.


    "We''ll go too!" At that moment, voices rose from within the unit.


    Several ninja stepped forward voluntarily, their faces resolute as they looked at Shikaku and Minato.


    "And me!"


    "And us!"


    More people came forward, even the injured among them. Not a single one showed any hint of fear.


    "We can''t keep relying on Lord Minato to protect us."


    "We refuse to be burdens. To die for the village is an honor."


    "That''s right! We''ll fight too!"


    Shikaku was deeply moved but couldn''t help letting out a wry smile.


    "What kind of strategy involves knowingly walking into a trap?"


    He turned to Minato again, a sigh in his heart.


    This was the power of Minato''s charisma.


    Shikaku immediately gave the order.


    "Change the route. Everyone, head down the mountain.


    Minato and Inoichi will stay at the rear to prevent the enemy from noticing and pursuing us."


    The group exchanged uncertain glances but ultimately chose to follow Shikaku''s orders.


    The unit proceeded down the mountain.


    Not far into their journey, Shikaku couldn''t help but glance back at Minato and Inoichi.


    Iwagakure shinobi aren''t the real threat.


    The real danger lies in the unseen people within our own ranks.

 Ch 17 : Speculation

    The Hyuga Clan''s training ground.


    "Brother Makoto, I give up, I admit defeat."


    Hyuga Tetsu said, slumping to the ground and waving toward Makoto, who was not far away.


    Makoto, after the sparring session, was also slightly out of breath.


    "I didn''t expect you to be so strong even without the Byakugan, Brother Makoto."


    Hyuga Tokimasa remarked from the sidelines.


    "Well, after all, Makoto is a chunin. Beating the two of you kids is easy." Iroha scoffed.


    However, Makoto didn''t find it as easy as Iroha suggested.


    This was the first time he had fought since his rebirth.


    The combat experience from his past life was nothing more than a memory to him now.


    If it had been the original Makoto, he could have taken down Hyuga Tetsu in an instant, even without the Byakugan or Gentle Fist.


    "Then let''s take a break." Makoto said, rubbing his sore forearm.


    He had taken a hit earlier and now felt a strange sense of obstruction when trying to use his arm.


    The group gathered under the shade of a tree, with Makoto and Tetsu each grabbing their water bottles to hydrate.


    The Hyuga Clan''s training ground was as large as three or four sports fields.


    It was located near the edge of the village, right next to a dense forest.


    But aside from the few of them, there was no one else here.


    Most of the Hyuga Clan''s ninjas had gone to the front lines, and the only people around Makoto''s age still in the village were Iroha and Natsu.


    Iroha was standing beside Tetsu, guiding him and pointing out the weaknesses he had exposed during their sparring session.


    Makoto quietly listened, leaning against the tree trunk.


    A few clouds drifted across the sky, and the wind rustled the leaves, making a gentle sound as the dust on the ground swirled and settled.


    After a while of resting, Makoto set down his water bottle and stood up to stretch his limbs.


    "Tokimasa, want to give it a try?"


    He looked toward the other slender boy, Tokimasa, who had long hair tied back with a hairband, with strands falling at either side of his face.


    "Me?" Tokimasa responded in surprise.


    "What''s the matter? You want me to spar with Iroha instead?"


    Makoto asked with a faint smile.


    Iroha was still recovering from a serious injury and was in no condition to fight.


    "It''s just a sparring match. What are you scared of, kid?" Iroha slapped Tokimasa on the back.


    "Fine," Tokimasa hesitated before standing up to accept the challenge.


    He knew he wasn''t really a match for Makoto and was a bit worried that he might lose badly.


    The two of them took a few steps forward and stood facing each other in the open area.


    Tokimasa made the first move, forming a hand seal.


    Makoto couldn''t help but laugh and made the same hand seals to signal that he was ready, then took his stance.


    The pain in his forearm hadn''t completely faded, but it didn''t affect Makoto''s desire to fight.


    Unlike the dullness of physical training, the clash of fists and the exchange of techniques in a real battle was much more interesting.You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author.


    "Does Brother Makoto always train this hard?" Tetsu, sitting under the tree, couldn''t help but ask.


    "Well... I guess so," Iroha replied somewhat vaguely.


    He and Makoto weren''t particularly close, and he didn''t know much about Makoto.


    They only interacted because they were from the same clan, but recent events had given Iroha a deeper impression of this clan brother.


    Makoto was already engaged in combat with Tokimasa.


    Tokimasa''s fighting style was similar to Tetsu''s, and the techniques they used were all familiar to Makoto.


    This made the fight increasingly easy for him, as it felt like he was slowly integrating the combat memories from his past life.


    "Ah!" Tokimasa suddenly cried out in pain, falling to the ground and clutching his right forearm, his face twisted in agony.


    Seeing this, Makoto quickly rushed over to check on him, and Iroha and Tetsu also hurried over at the sound.


    "How are you?"


    Tokimasa was helped to sit up, and his entire right forearm was bright red.


    Iroha looked at the scene with a mixture of concern and doubt.


    "Ugh..." Tokimasa sucked in a breath, clearly in a lot of pain.


    Makoto glanced at his own right hand, noticing that the knuckles were also covered in red marks, with a pain that felt like having punched a wall.


    "Sorry, Tokimasa. I was just trying to see if I could hit the pressure points. I didn''t control my strength well," Makoto apologized.


    "How did you hit the pressure points?" Iroha asked.


    Makoto raised his clenched fist to demonstrate.


    "..." Iroha was speechless.


    In Gentle Fist, you didn''t strike pressure points with a whole fist.


    The chakra pathways in the human body were so delicate that even a slight misalignment could be disastrous.


    Tokimasa remained silent, biting his lip in pain.


    "It''s just one punch, why does it look like you''re about to cry?" Iroha said, "Look, even Makoto''s hand is injured."


    "To make up for it, I''ll treat you to lunch," Makoto said.


    Upon hearing this, Tokimasa immediately wiped away the tears that were about to fall and asked, "Are we having barbecue?"


    "Ramen."


    "..."


    Hearing this, Tokimasa silently covered his forearm and furrowed his brows tightly.


    "Ugh... it really hurts!"


    Makoto couldn''t help but laugh and didn''t let him down:


    "Alright, let''s have barbecue then."


    Tokimasa immediately stood up.


    "Brother Makoto, I''m fine now. Let''s go eat. I''m actually a bit hungry."


    Iroha couldn''t resist making a comment: "Tokimasa sure knows how to act."


    Tetsu also chuckled at the scene.


    Makoto glanced again at his injured hand.


    The Gentle Fist''s technique of hitting pressure points was meant to direct chakra into the opponent''s body, damaging their chakra pathways and internal organs.


    Typically, chakra is released from the fingertips, but when Makoto threw the punch earlier, he had released chakra from his entire fist.


    Since he couldn''t see the chakra pathways, he tried to see if he could deliver an "all-around strike."


    This resulted in both damaging the enemy and injuring himself.


    "Brother Makoto, are you alright?" Tokimasa asked.


    "I''m fine, let''s go eat."


    The group chatted and laughed as they left the training ground.


    Makoto thought that some of his assumptions could be worth testing.


    In the original story, Hinata''s technique, Gentle Step: Twin Lion Fists, seemed to operate on a similar principle, where chakra undergoes a change in form and is then applied to both hands to enhance striking power and expand the area of damage.


    However, all techniques of the Hyuga Clan require the Byakugan to assist.


    The Byakugan allows precise chakra placement, ensuring each move and strike achieves optimal effect.


    Makoto''s idea, though potentially feasible, was much more difficult than the usual Gentle Fist techniques.


    After eating barbecue with Iroha and the others, Makoto went to the market alone to buy some ingredients and seasonings, then returned home to prepare some snacks.


    It was just simple fried potatoes and chips¡ªthings that were sold in this world as well.


    Makoto packed the snacks into a box and sent them next door to Ayari''s house.


    "Did you make this?" Ayari asked, feeling a bit incredulous when she saw the snacks.


    "Try it and see how it tastes."


    Ayari hesitated for a moment, then picked up a piece of the potato chip and popped it into her mouth.


    It was crisp, salty, and spicy¡ªquite flavorful.


    "Mm! It''s actually pretty good!"


    She immediately took the box from Makoto and sat on the sofa, enjoying it seriously.


    Today, she wore a short skirt, and her long white legs swayed right in front of Makoto.


    "What are you looking at?" Ayari glared at him.


    "Your legs." Makoto replied honestly.


    Ayari grabbed a nearby cushion and threw it at him.


    Makoto caught it and held it in his arms.


    "Do you need something from me?" she asked afterward.


    "Could you help me find some more books?"


    Makoto asked directly, without any formalities.


    "Have you finished the ones I found for you before?" Ayari asked in surprise.


    "I''ve finished them."


    Ayari pondered for a moment, then said, "If you''re just looking for something to pass the time, I can find you some novels."


    Makoto shook his head.


    "I''ve actually read through everything, including those professional medical books. I''ve understood them all."


    Ayari was quite surprised.


    The knowledge in those books wasn''t shallow, and it was hard to believe this kid could grasp it so quickly.


    "What else do you want to read?" she asked.


    "Any books on chakra, anything you have would be fine.


    Also, I''d like to see some introductory books on sensory and medical ninjutsu,"


    Makoto said slowly.


    Ayari nodded. "Got it."


    The books she had previously found for Makoto were picked randomly, otherwise, she wouldn''t have sent him such specialized texts.


    Seeing that Makoto was serious about reading, Ayari decided to pick out books for him carefully next time.


    The box of potato chips was quickly finished, and Ayari was very satisfied.


    The flavor was quite different from the packaged chips sold in stores.


    "When did you learn to make something like this?"


    "I saw a snack stall selling fried potato chips earlier and thought it looked interesting, so I watched for a bit. After that, I tried making it myself."


    "Didn''t expect you to have a knack for this."


    Makoto smiled lightly. "If you like it, I can make it for you often."


    Ayari snorted. "Does that mean I''d have to run errands for you every day?"

 Ch 18 : Collapse

    The books on sensory ninjutsu and medical ninjutsu have strict requirements for chakra control, demanding that one avoid even the slightest mistake in the most detailed aspects.


    Both books contain some exercises aimed at improving chakra control.


    This is exactly what Makoto wanted to see.


    The following days were spent reading books, practicing chakra control, and occasionally sparring with the two younger members of his clan on the training field.


    Tokimasa and Tetsu, both of whom were struggling, wanted to refuse, but were told by Iroha that constantly sparring with someone stronger would greatly help improve their own skills.


    At this time, more bad news arrived from the front lines:


    Konoha''s forward outpost had been discovered by the Iwa ninja and suffered a large-scale attack, with heavy casualties among the 3,000-strong force.


    When the news reached the village, it caused a huge shock throughout Konoha.


    After having made some gains in the battle at Kannabi Bridge, the balance of the war now began to tilt in Iwa''s favor.


    Without the forward outpost, all of Konoha''s forces had to retreat, ceding the battlefield in the Land of Grass and pulling back to the borders of the Land of Fire.


    From the perspective of outsiders, the situation seemed like an inevitable defeat for Konoha.


    Inside the Hokage building, the meeting room''s long table was filled with people¡ªthese were the core personnel temporarily staying behind in the village.


    The meeting had been going on for several hours without a break, with heated arguments having erupted during the discussions, and at one point, there had been several minutes of complete silence, with no one willing to speak.


    After a while, someone knocked and entered, placing a letter in front of the Third Hokage.


    Sarutobi Hiruzen opened it and glanced at the contents, his expression growing increasingly agitated.


    Mitokado Homura, who was sitting beside him, took the letter and looked at it, his face darkening immediately.


    "This is outrageous! How can they even offer such a price!"


    It was a quotation from several mercenary organizations, but the prices listed were ridiculously high.


    Koharu, who was also present, angrily remarked, "In the past, they''ve benefited greatly from the Land of Fire, yet now they''re taking advantage of us in our time of need!"


    Hiruzen didn''t speak, understanding that these mercenary groups didn''t actually want to help Konoha fight the war.


    They were all afraid that if Konoha lost, they would face retaliation from Iwa.


    Another ninja entered the meeting room, delivering yet another letter.


    During this period, Hiruzen had received countless letters from all sides¡ªlocal merchant associations in the Land of Fire, as well as prominent noble families, all expressing their willingness to support Konoha in various ways.


    The letter in his hands now came from the Daimyo''s office, and after reading it, Hiruzen ''s expression lightened slightly.If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.


    His superior was still reliable.


    The letter mentioned that a new batch of military supplies was already on its way, and that any further needs should be promptly communicated.


    The Daimyo''s office had sent several letters, expressing concern and inquiring about Konoha''s situation in detail.


    It seemed that things were not calm there either.


    "We need to reinforce our forces," Danzo, who was sitting at the head of the table to Hiruzen''s left, spoke slowly.


    "How can we still send ninjas to the frontlines?" Hiruzen replied irritably.


    "The number of ninjas left behind in the village is already very small.


    If I weren''t here to oversee things, any attack on Konoha could shake the foundation of the village."


    "No, there''s still a batch of genin," Danzo remarked.


    "Impossible!" Hiruzen immediately rejected his suggestion.


    "Those genin have just graduated. Are you sending them to the battlefield to die?"


    Danzo''s lone visible eye narrowed slightly, and he calmly replied.


    "It''s something they''ll face sooner or later.


    It''s better for them to be tempered on the battlefield early."


    Hiruzen glanced at Homura and Koharu, seeing that neither of them spoke up.


    He knew they didn''t oppose the idea.


    Everyone in the meeting room was watching Hiruzen, waiting for his decision.


    "No!" Hiruzen stood firm in his stance.


    "Those freshly graduated genin have never seen combat.


    Sending them to the battlefield will only make them cannon fodder.


    They are the future of the village. Doing so would be akin to killing the golden goose for its eggs."


    Danzo sneered, "Are you going to wait until the Iwa ninjas reach the village gates before sending them to fight?"


    Hiruzen was at a loss for words.


    He wanted to continue rejecting the idea, but he suddenly thought back to the Warring States period, before the founding of Konoha, when children at ninja academies were already trained to kill on the battlefield.


    Once that thought entered his mind, it was hard to shake off.


    Hiruzen let out a heavy sigh, closing his eyes and remaining silent.


    What was the purpose of founding Konoha? Wasn''t it to protect them?


    I can''t do this... I can''t do this...


    "Hiruzen, what are you hesitating about?" Danzo began to pressure him.


    "Do you want to destroy Konoha?"


    Homura and Koharu both remained silent, choosing not to speak.


    "Hiruzen!"


    "Make a decision, Hiruzen!"


    Danzo''s voice echoed continuously in the meeting room, like a persistent, haunting whisper in Hiruzen''s ears.


    "Lord Hokage!" Suddenly, another ninja spoke up.


    Hiruzen looked up at him.


    It was a young man, a special jonin from the village.


    He continued, "My younger brother has just graduated, but I''ve been personally training him. He has quite a bit of practical combat experience. You can send him to the battlefield."


    After he spoke, other voices chimed in, "Lord Hokage, my son too!"


    Their words made Hiruzen''s heart feel even heavier.


    These people were not afraid of death for the sake of the village.


    Many of them had privately requested to be sent to the front lines.


    But there had to be someone left behind in the village, so Hiruzen had rejected these requests.


    Suddenly, a knock echoed clearly through the quiet meeting room.


    The oppressive atmosphere gave Hiruzen a moment to breathe as he hoarsely spoke.


    "Come in."


    Was it another letter? Whose was it this time...


    However, the person who entered was not a messenger, but a tall, slender man with long black hair, exuding a cold, ominous presence.


    It was Orochimaru.


    Upon seeing him, Hiruzen''s eyes briefly lit up, but that light quickly faded.


    The others in the meeting room also murmured at Orochimaru''s entrance.


    Danzo, upon seeing him, calmly closed his eyes.


    "Orochimaru." Hiruzen slowly speak.


    "Are you planning to go to the front lines... The village really needs your strength right now."


    He averted his gaze, his head slightly lowered as he spoke to himself.


    "Sarutobi-sensei."


    "....."


    "I have a way to repel the Iwa Ninjas."


    As soon as these words were spoken, the meeting room erupted in murmurs.


    Hiruzen was also taken aback, raising his head to look at Orochimaru, who was dressed in combat gear and wearing his forehead protector.


    "What method?"


    "Form an alliance with Sunagakure."


    Hiruzen frowned upon hearing this.


    "The alliance letter was sent a long time ago, and our Daimyo has already sent one to the Wind Daimyo, but we''ve received no response from their side."


    "Let me go personally," Orochimaru said.


    "I will secure this alliance for Konoha."


    "You..." Hiruzen looked at him, his expression filled with surprise.


    "I agree. Given the current situation, it''s not impossible for Orochimaru to try." Danzo spoke up.


    Hiruzen fell silent. He wasn''t hesitating; he was just reminded of many things.


    Orochimaru continued, "Sarutobi-sensei, what do you think?"


    Hiruzen, hearing the words, felt a bit disoriented.


    The figure standing before him seemed a little unsteady.

 Ch 19 : Confession on a Rainy Day

    It was raining again, and the cold wind kept blowing into the room.


    Makoto moved the table to the door, sitting inside while watching the rain sweep in from outside.


    Each time a drop of rain swept in, he used his finger to release a small burst of chakra to deflect it.


    But the rain was heavy, with tiny, fine droplets, most of the rain still falling on the table and hitting him.


    Makoto paid no attention, focusing entirely on his task, adjusting the amount of chakra he released over and over again.


    The sensation of controlling chakra was quite unique, like using his arm and fingers.


    He could clearly feel its flow within his body and direct it to any part of his body, releasing it from anywhere, though some areas weren''t as familiar as his hands.


    Only when his chakra was nearly exhausted did he stop.


    He moved the table back, wiped it down with a cloth, closed the door, and took a shower.


    Chakra recovery was very slow, or at least that was how it seemed to Makoto.


    Chakra was a mixture of mental and physical energy, and when it was exhausted, physical stamina would also greatly decrease.


    To increase chakra reserves, one could only practice diligently day after day.


    Training and practicing chakra control were much more interesting than the monotonous physical training, almost like playing a farming simulation game.


    Every day, he could feel progress and his control over chakra deepening.


    Perhaps because Makoto was just starting to grasp the basics, there was still plenty of room for improvement.


    While Makoto was lying on the sofa, reading a book and listening to the rain after taking a shower, Iroha suddenly appeared at his door, drenched in rain.


    He said he wanted to invite Natsu out for a meal alone, but she had rejected him and asked Makoto for advice.


    Makoto didn''t want to deal with kids and their romantic problems and immediately replied that he had never even held a girl''s hand, so he couldn''t help.


    He wondered what this kid would think if he knew that Ayari had once tried to set him up with Natsu.


    Iroha didn''t seem too disappointed.


    Instead, he poured out his troubles to Makoto, saying that Natsu''s attitude toward him was very ambiguous.


    He believed Natsu liked him but had been unable to find an opportunity to take things further.


    He thought perhaps his approach was wrong, which was why Natsu kept being so distant.


    He wasn''t sure how to express his feelings in a way that Natsu would accept.


    Makoto found it amusing¡ªthis kid was far too confident in himself.


    He told Iroha, "If she''s not taking the initiative, it means she doesn''t feel the same way."Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road.


    Iroha didn''t quite understand and looked at Makoto with a puzzled expression.


    "Are you saying I should just directly confess?"


    Makoto: "..."


    Iroha began muttering to himself.


    "You''re right. No amount of subtle hints can be as straightforward as confessing directly.


    Natsu''s a girl, so even if she knows how I feel, she might be too shy to respond."


    Makoto: "..."


    Iroha suddenly brightened up. "Makoto, you''re so smart!"


    Makoto could only reply, "You could give it a try."


    Iroha seemed encouraged by this and immediately stood up with a slightly excited expression. "I get it! I''ll go right now!"


    Makoto couldn''t help but interject, "Right now? It''s raining."


    The rain was quite heavy, and the ground was already covered in shallow puddles.


    "Confessing in the rain makes it even more romantic!"


    Iroha''s face was full of longing, as if he had already envisioned a sweet and happy future.


    Makoto: "..."


    Iroha then excitedly dashed out into the rain, leaving Makoto speechless as he watched his silhouette gradually blur in the downpour.


    That kid didn''t even bother to close the door.


    Children tend to grow close quickly.


    After their recent interactions, the two had become more familiar with each other than before.


    Among their peers in the clan, Makoto was the only one home alone these days.


    Iroha, unwilling to tarnish his "big brother" image by discussing such matters with Tokimasa and Tetsu, chose to confide in Makoto instead.


    Later that evening, the rain still hadn''t stopped when Iroha returned, looking utterly defeated.


    Makoto took one look and knew what had happened.


    Without bothering to ask, he simply said, "Don''t get my floor all wet."


    Iroha took off his shoes and slumped onto the sofa with a heavy sigh.


    "Why¡­ why¡­" he muttered bitterly, his voice full of resentment.


    Makoto continued reading his book, not even glancing up.


    "Makoto¡­" Iroha couldn''t help but speak.


    "Hmm."


    "Why do you think Natsu wouldn''t accept me?"


    "How would I know?"


    Iroha looked troubled.


    When he confessed to Natsu in front of her house, standing in the pouring rain, she had simply replied calmly that she wasn''t interested in dating for the time being.


    Suddenly, something seemed to occur to him, and he muttered.


    "Could it be because of Hakumen?"


    Hyuga Hakumen?


    Makoto recalled the name.


    He was also someone their age from the clan but currently stationed on the frontlines.


    Iroha clapped his hands as if having an epiphany.


    "I get it now! Natsu must be worried that being with me would affect my relationship with Hakumen!"


    Makoto: "¡­"


    From the sound of it, this Hyuga Hakumen must also have feelings for Natsu.


    Iroha immediately turned to Makoto and asked, "Makoto, what do you think?"


    His eyes were full of hope, as if he was eager for Makoto''s agreement.


    Makoto: "I think¡­ you''ve got a point."


    Iroha was overjoyed. "Natsu really is so gentle and considerate!"


    He then added, "When the war is over and Hakumen returns, I''ll have a proper talk with Natsu. That guy Hakumen might have feelings for Natsu, but there''s no way she''d like him."


    Who knew where his confidence came from, but Iroha seemed very pleased with his own reasoning.


    Looking at Makoto, who was still engrossed in his book, Iroha''s eyes twinkled mischievously.


    "Hey, Makoto, how about I introduce you to a few girls?"


    "No thanks." Makoto declined flatly, thinking to himself, If you know any beautiful Onee-san, maybe then I''d be interested.


    He had absolutely no interest in kids.


    Iroha immediately assumed the air of a self-proclaimed expert.


    "Girls are actually easy to understand.


    As long as you''re willing to put in some thought and time, you''ll win them over eventually."


    Makoto glanced at him sideways.


    "And you''ve managed to win someone over?"


    Iroha was momentarily at a loss for words, then quickly replied, "Natsu is different from other girls! Besides, we''re not in a rush."


    Makoto said, "Childhood sweethearts, huh."


    Iroha nodded enthusiastically. "Exactly!"


    Makoto sighed inwardly.


    Girls mature faster than boys, especially someone like Natsu, who is both beautiful and adorable.


    Even ten of Iroha wouldn''t stand a chance against her.


    After chatting aimlessly at Makoto''s place for a while, Iroha noticed that Makoto showed no intention of offering him dinner.


    Realizing this, he left.


    Outside, the night was deep, and the heavy rain poured relentlessly, hammering against the glass and window frames.


    After a whole day of reading, Makoto stretched, then looked out the window at the tree swaying violently in the storm.


    The wind and rain lashed at it, making it seem as if it might snap or topple at any moment.


    Orochimaru must have set out by now¡­


    In this kind of weather, it would be the perfect time for a night raid.


    In such circumstances, how far will Konoha be pushed?