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Hinata stepped back to the hall's entrance and took a slow breath. She walked forward, trying to keep her feet aligned, her back straight, and her gaze ahead, as she had been shown.

"Stop," Hiashi interrupted halfway through. "You're too hesitant. You hesitate because you lack conviction. The clan cannot follow a girl who doubts herself."

He didn't raise his voice, but his disappointment was clear. Hinata flinched.

"Again."

Again, she walked.

And again, he stopped her. This time, it was her posture. Then her hesitation. Then her inability to project her voice. Her shoulders sagged a little more with each attempt.

"Straighten your spine. Speak like you believe your words. The Hyuga heiress represents centuries of honor. Would your ancestors walk like that?"

Hinata lowered her head. She wanted to disappear.

"Again."

They repeated the drills until the paper lanterns outside had all been lit. The hall had grown cold, and her small feet ached from stepping and turning, walking and kneeling. At last, Hiashi sighed.

"We'll continue tomorrow morning," he said. "You may leave."

She bowed silently and shuffled out, keeping her gaze down. Once she passed the hallway's corner, she leaned against the wooden pillar and let out a long breath she had held in all evening. A dull ache pulsed behind her eyes.

"Why is Father always like that…" she whispered to herself. "I try… I really try."

She sat at the base of a wooden veranda, hugging her knees to her chest.

It wasn't just about the walking or the bowing. It was about who she was supposed to be. Someone proud, poised, untouchable. Someone whose eyes didn't drift downward or whose voice didn't quiver. Someone like…

Her mind wandered again.

To Neji.

Lately, I noticed something off.

He still laughed sometimes when he played with other children. He asked questions and greeted elders properly. But… Hinata had started to instinctually felt something that didn't quite match.

That thought stirred something deeper. Something unspoken.

She buried her face against her arms.

She heard footsteps approaching and quickly wiped her eyes.

A gentle voice called, "Hinata-sama?"

It was one of the branch family caretakers, an older woman who had watched her since infancy.

"There you are. It's late. You'll catch a cold if you sit out here too long."

Hinata nodded and stood up. "Sorry. I was… just thinking."

The woman smiled gently. "Big day tomorrow. Don't let the nerves take you away tonight."

Hinata smiled back—but it felt paper-thin.

Back in her room, under the futon's covers, her thoughts continued to swirl.

What did it mean to be a Hyuga?

Was it just strength, posture, and tradition?

Or was it also what was hidden beneath the surface—like whatever Neji was hiding?

She drifted to sleep slowly, without answers, but with a growing determination she didn't fully understand yet.

Cloud Village Guest Residence – Later That Night

The night air was still and heavy with tension around the temporary residence of the Cloud delegation. The soft rustle of leaves was the only sound accompanying the dim glow of the lanterns, their warm light casting long shadows against the tatami walls. Inside, the elite jounin of the Cloud delegation, known as Raikou, stood near a window, his arms crossed and eyes narrowed, sensing the flow of chakra across the environment like a man feeling for subtle changes in the wind before a storm.

"The ANBU monitoring us aren't sensory types," Raikou said lowly. His voice was calm, but each syllable carried the edge of someone who had stalked prey across battlefields and borders. "I've watched their patrol patterns. Their detection grid is more visual-based."

Tokubetsu Jounin Hoshino leaned forward slightly, unconvinced. "Are you sure, Captain? We can't screw up the plan at this point. And what of Kakashi? He's the Copy Ninja — his instincts alone make him a threat."

Raikou didn't flinch. "Don't underestimate me. I was chosen for this mission because I can disappear from the notice of all but the most advanced sensory types. Even the Hyuga struggle to track me once I initiate my concealment technique."

He pulled out a thin slip of chakra-infused paper marked with a specialized ink seal. "When this seal burns, it means I've failed — and that I'm dead. You'll know when to act."

Hoshino hesitated for a moment, then accepted the paper, his gloved hand trembling slightly.

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Raikou turned away, his form dissolving into the shadows as he invoked his clan's hidden jutsu — Yurei no Kage (Phantom Shadow). This technique manipulated the tiniest fluctuations in environmental chakra and personal presence, making him undetectable to most standard ninjutsu and dōjutsu alike. He needed three kilometers of buffer to activate it. Any closer to the Hyuga estate and their elites might pick up on his disruption.

He moved quickly but carefully, hopping from rooftop to rooftop, weaving through alleys with calculated steps. The moonlight flickered behind clouds, the air sharp with anticipation. Each step was measured. Every breath was controlled.

By the time he was within half a kilometer of the Hyuga compound, his pulse had slowed to a methodical rhythm. His jutsu held strong, but he could feel the early tremors of exhaustion at the edges of his limbs. The technique drained stamina at a steady rate, and soon the margin for error would vanish.

He slipped into the perimeter, bypassing a patrolling Hyuga with a quick vault over the tiled wall. For a few minutes, he was surrounded by nothing but silent homes — elegant wooden halls lit with minimal lanterns. Paper screens muffled conversations within.

Raikou paused at a junction within the compound, crouched behind a stacked woodpile. Two Hyuga chunin passed by, chatting softly. One of them, a younger male, spoke with a hint of admiration

"Tomorrow's the heiress's third birthday. You work in the inner estate, right? Have you seen her recently?"

"Yeah," the other replied, his voice quiet. "She seemed kind of sad today."

Raikou's ears perked up. 'Inner estate,' he thought. 'Then I'm close.'

He followed their direction discreetly, sticking to shadows, slipping between walls, and adjusting his path to avoid light. Sure enough, as he advanced, the guards became more frequent and concentrated. He recognized this as the hub of the main family's residence.

Fatigue gnawed at his core. His jutsu flickered for a moment before he re-stabilized it with sheer willpower. 'Only a few minutes left,' he reminded himself. 'The target must be close.'

Earlier reconnaissance had been slow and clumsy — the compound's symmetry made navigation difficult for outsiders. But a minor breakthrough changed everything. As Raikou explored the outer estate, he found an old scroll tucked among diplomatic materials back at their quarters — a spy's sketch of the Hyuga family tree and a rough diagram of key room placements.

The scroll listed where the heiress might sleep, based on guard movement and ceremonial expectations, but not the exact location. That room was close now — he could feel it.

Raikou darted across a narrow hallway and stepped into a modest, lantern-lit courtyard. There were two guards posted at the main doors. He watched, calculating, then crept along the outer wall. Through a small window, he caught a glimpse of a small futon laid out near a hearth.

This was it.

He entered silently, his breathing shallow, his senses narrowed to a sharp point. There she was — a tiny form curled up on the futon, her breathing light and slow. Her dark indigo hair framed her face, and even in sleep, her expression seemed troubled.

Raikou crept closer, drawing a special capture scroll with one hand. It glowed faintly with binding chakra. Just a moment more...

Then it hit him — a ripple in chakra. Subtle. Almost imperceptible. But real.

He froze.

"Hinata-sama?" a Hyuga guard called softly. "Are you alright?"

The jutsu began to unravel.

Panic surged in his chest.

'I must act now!'

He surged forward, scroll glowing.

But the moment his hand touched the air near Hinata, a burst of defensive chakra exploded outward — a Hyuga barrier seal he hadn't detected.

Thrown against the wall with a crash, the jutsu collapsed.

Alarms screamed into the night. Footsteps echoed everywhere.

Raikou, bleeding and gasping, looked up into the eyes of the sleeping heiress as her lids fluttered open.

She looked into his eyes with confusion… and something else.

'No time,' he thought.

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The night ruptured like a severed artery.

Screams tore through the Hyuga estate—raw, frantic, wet with blood. Hiashi Hyuga snapped awake, not from slumber, but from instinct, battle-honed nerves already tightening like a vice. His Byakugan erupted into vision, veins bulging, his heartbeat a war drum. Blood. Everywhere.

He didn't need to move to smell it.Didn't need to breathe to taste it.

The scent clung to the air like rot.Something ancient, savage, had seeped into the clan's sacred ground.

And then—he saw it.

Raikou.

The defected wretch stood in the moon-soaked courtyard like a statue of rot. Cloaked in corrupted chakra that twitched and flickered like a flame on spoiled oil, his frame trembled with madness. And in his clawed grip—

Hinata.

Her body hung like a slaughtered rabbit. One eye gushed blood, the optic nerve dangling like a torn thread from her skull. The other eye—wide, glimmering with tears—was fixed on something distant, maybe heaven, maybe hell.

Hiashi didn't scream.

He moved.

He tore through the compound like a divine executioner, chakra screaming through his meridians as Eighty-Four Palms detonated forward. His fingers didn't touch flesh—they pierced, shredded, ripped through Raikou's joints like iron needles.

Tendons snapped. Bone splintered. Nerve endings boiled under his touch.

Raikou shrieked—his own stolen Byakugan eye dropping to the ground with a wet plop. A twitching pearl in a puddle of his sins.

Hinata collapsed in a heap.A twitch.A gasp.A whimper that sounded like it came from the bottom of the world.

"Otou-sama..." she choked, teeth pink with blood. "Did I... did I uphold the Hyuga's pride...?"

Hiashi didn't answer.He couldn't.

Because Raikou was still breathing.

"I'm going to crush this eye!" Raikou spat, blood-froth bubbling from his lips. But his fingers were ruined—spasming claws more than hands. He raised the eye with the last ounce of strength.

Hiashi's voice was colder than death.

"Try."

Then came the Rotation.

But this was no defense. No elegant flourish.This was a storm of butcher's intent.

The chakra storm ripped through Raikou—flesh tearing from bone, ribs cracking open like dry timber. Organs twisted, burst, liquefied. His scream gurgled and cut short as his body collapsed in on itself, a meat puppet with its strings severed.

Raikou's body slumped to the ground in a heap of pulp and blood. His head hit the earth with a sickening crack.

Hiashi knelt.

Hinata was still warm.

Still breathing.

Barely.

Far above. In the dark. A witness.

Neji.

Crouched on a tall tree, the boy had seen it all. Every second. Every scream. Every drop of his cousin's blood etched into his soul.

And something inside him snapped.

His gums bled from the force of his teeth grinding together. His nails dug crescent moons into his cheek. And from the wound—a glow.

The Moon Mask.

It formed like frost from vengeance. A silver film of chakra that crept over his face and sank into his flesh like molten sorrow. Born not of power. But of hate.

Hinata—his only light in that house of silence—had been defiled.

He vanished.

Hiashi didn't sleep.

He sat by Hinata's bed. Her face was wrapped in thick bandages soaked in antiseptic and grief. Her eye—gone. Chakra—flickering. Her hand clutched the sheets even in unconsciousness, as if afraid the world might vanish if she let go.

The stolen eye lay preserved on a silver tray beside her bed, wrapped in a sterile cloth like a sacred offering to a god of pain.

Hiashi couldn't look at it. Couldn't scream.

Raikou had been no lone madman. He had been guided.

The clan was fracturing.

Elsewhere. Deep in the Hyuga crypts.

A door groaned open. Candles flickered, then died.

Neji stepped into the dark.

He moved without sound, his chakra now cold, devoid of the warmth of family or innocence. The Moon Mask had grown—now a full half-helm of silver-blue chakra, veined with jagged streaks like cracks in glass.

His old scars had vanished. The pain had been burned from his body. What remained was precision.Purpose.

Neji began reading the forbidden scrolls of the Hyuga archives.Not to rebel.Not to usurp.

But to create a weapon so devastating, so surgically perfect, that none would ever touch Hinata again.

Not punished.Not imprisoned.

Erased.

Hiashi finally rose from Hinata's bedside.

His fists were white. His resolve colder than the grave. He called the elders into council and stared into their eyes—some smug, some afraid.

"You let this happen," he said. "Through silence. Through tradition. Through cowardice."

No one spoke.

Hiashi didn't ask for permission. He declared:

"The Hyuga will change. Or I will burn this name into ash."

And somewhere in the Hyuga compound…

In the places where old blood dries on stone…

Neji sat cross-legged, surrounded by seals and blades.

His new eyes opened.

Not white. Not human.

A fusion of Byakugan clarity and the Moon Mask's raw vengeance.

Silver-blue. Merciless. Unforgiving.

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The ash-etched parchment crumbled like charred skin beneath Hoshino's gloved hand.

Its scorched edges whispered of a conspiracy consumed by its own fire. The faint heat still clung to it, like breath on a corpse. Inside the Cloud delegation's quarters—silent as a crypt in Konoha's heart—Hoshino turned, his face carved from cold resolve, though the beast behind his eyes twitched, hungry.

"So," he murmured, each syllable like a blade scraped across stone, "the trap broke its teeth."

Behind him, a boy in a man's armor nodded. A Chūnin, young enough to still dream of peace, old enough to know better. He did not speak. He knew the ritual.

"You will scream," Hoshino continued. "Rage. Cry. Be the cracked vessel that spills our grief. You are the mask. I am the fist behind it."

Then came the second Chūnin—his eyes wide, his breath ragged. He stormed in, voice strangled with feigned panic.

"Hoshino-sama! The Captain—he's gone!"

The timing was perfect. So perfect it stank of premeditation. Hoshino liked the smell.

"Did you scour every dark place?" he asked, voice low, dangerous.

"All of them," the boy choked. "No sign. I… I suspect Konoha's hands…"

The words fell like meat into a wolf pit.

The shadows stirred. The ANBU lurking in the walls breathed louder. Chakra flickered like bared fangs. Someone—a watcher, a predator—twitched. The game had begun.

Hoshino didn't wait. He turned, the tails of his robe slashing the air like a butcher's smock. He walked with purpose, not away from the lie—but deeper into it.

The Hokage Tower bled amber lamplight like a wound.

Hoshino stood beneath its oaken maw and roared, voice echoing like a war drum.

"Hokage! A guest is dead in your village. A captain. A diplomat. We demand your eyes, your truth—and perhaps your throat."

The ANBU at the gates hesitated, and that moment of pause fed Hoshino's hunger. He saw the doubt bloom. Delicious.

Inside, the War Room was no longer just a council chamber. It was a den of age-wearied beasts. Hiruzen, the ape-king, sat among his carrion court. Shikaku Nara leaned forward, the faintest gleam of fear behind his wisdom.

"Call Kakashi," Hiruzen said, the words crumbling like old bones.

The silver ghost appeared moments later, ozone on his breath. He whispered to the Hokage. What he said drained the old man's eyes.

Hoshino leaned in like a wolf pressing his nose to a wound.

"Speak, Jōnin. Let's hear your village scream."

Kakashi lifted his mask only enough to let the words rot the air.

"Raikou is dead. Killed by Hiashi Hyūga. He tried to steal their child—the Hyūga heiress."

And then the mask shattered.

The Chūnin wailed—a raw, animal scream. Another cursed, his voice gurgling with false bile. Spittle flew. Fists clenched. Righteous fury—so precise, it almost gleamed.

"Konoha did this!"

"They planned it!"

"This is bloodshed wrapped in lies!"

The room buckled under the noise.

But Hoshino—still, silent—raised a hand. The storm stopped. He turned to the Hokage with the calm of a priest delivering last rites.

"Our captain died here. Your clan head's hands are slick with his blood. We demand retribution. Give us Hiashi Hyūga."

Hiruzen said, voice barely above decay. "We need time."

"You have until tomorrow, the next day Lightning will be in front of the fire village" Hoshino replied, stepping forward until he could see the cracks in the Hokage's soul.

Later, beneath the tower's gut, darkness whispered.

Hiruzen gathered his old ghosts: Shikaku, Koharu, Homura. Their faces were ash and paper.

"This was always a ritual," Shikaku muttered. "A blood rite. They never wanted the child. They wanted war."

"The abduction happened," Hiruzen rasped. "But everything after—it's theater built on a corpse."

"What do we give them?" Koharu whispered.

"His body?" Homura asked. "There is none."

"Hiashi crushed him. His organs burst like rotting fruit."

"Then they'll say we burned the evidence," Shikaku replied. "Because we did."

The silence grew roots.

"I need time," Hiruzen said. "One day to birth a lie worthy of peace."

Back in the Kumo quarters, incense curled like smoke from a funeral pyre.

Hoshino sat cross-legged, the storm now coiled in his lap.

"They'll stall," he said. "They think delay is safety. But delay is rot."

"They'll never hand him over," one spat.

"They don't need to," Hoshino whispered. "By dawn, this village will be festering with guilt and doubt. That's the infection we need. The war won't start with kunai—it will begin in their dreams."

"And if they find the truth?"

"By then…" Hoshino opened his eyes.

"…lightning will already be splitting the Leaf open."

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The Hyūga compound was quiet, but heavy. The air itself seemed weighed down by tension.The moon hung pale in the sky, casting cold light upon the ancient courtyard. Inside the main house, Hiashi Hyūga stood before an open sliding door, hands clasped behind his back. He stared into the night, unmoving.

A subtle rustle behind him. A masked ANBU agent, as silent as the breeze, kneeled on the tatami mat.

"Hokage-sama requests your presence, Hyūga-dono," the agent said calmly. "And your brother Hizashi's as well."

Hiashi turned slightly. "We will be on our way shortly."

The ANBU vanished as swiftly as he appeared.

Hiashi closed the door and turned. Moments later, a main family elder entered, his expression grim.

"They've summoned both of you," the elder stated.

Hiashi gave a solemn nod. "Yes."

Another elder, more wizened, his eyes cloudy but sharp with intuition, stepped forward. "Hiashi-dono… if this is what we suspect… then a decision must be made. If Kumo demands justice, they will not be satisfied unless they receive a Hyūga corpse. It will be you they want."

Hiashi didn't reply.

"You are the clan head," the elder pressed. "Your death would fracture the clan's structure. But… there is an alternative. Hizashi—your twin—he can take your place. The seal makes the difference unmistakable. It has always protected the Main Family for this reason."

Another elder whispered, "It will be the Branch Family's duty. As it always has been."

Hiashi's jaw clenched, but he nodded slightly. "Call Hizashi."

Branch House Room

Hizashi had already sensed something was wrong. His instincts, honed through years of servitude and subtle resistance, were screaming.

He was adjusting his robes when the door slid open. Little Neji, no more than five years old, stood there with uncharacteristic solemnity. His pale eyes stared up at his father.

"Otō-san," Neji said softly, "I have a bad feeling. Something terrible is going to happen."

Hizashi knelt, eyebrows furrowed. "Neji…?"

"They're going to offer someone to Kumo. They might choose you. Because you look like Uncle."

Hizashi's heart slowed. "Neji, you're overthinking. Hokage-sama is a strong and just man. He will protect us."

Neji shook his head with a calm intensity beyond his years. "No. He will protect the village. Kumo lost a delegate. They'll push for war. And Konoha can't survive another war… so they'll give Kumo what they want. Someone to blame. Someone to bury."

Hizashi stilled. The words cut sharper than any kunai.

"They won't send Uncle. They'll send you. Think of the baby brother who is going to be born. Think of me. I don't want to lose you."

A painful silence stretched between them. Then Hizashi stood, face pale, expression hollow. Wordlessly, he removed his Konoha headband and looked at the seal burned into his forehead—the Caged Bird Seal, inked deep with green chakra threads.

He tied the headband around his arm instead, deliberately leaving the seal exposed.

"This," he said, "is the truth of the Hyūga clan. If I must go, I won't hide it."

Neji nodded, small hands clenched into fists. "Good. Now they can't pretend."

Hizashi gave him a trembling smile. "Be strong."

Main House Hall

The elders' conversation paused the moment Hizashi stepped into the room with his head held high—and the Caged Bird Seal fully exposed.

Shock and silence.

"Hizashi!" barked one elder. "Cover that mark!"

"No," Hizashi replied quietly. "This is the pride of the Hyūga, the so-called protection of the Main Family. I will not hide it."

Another elder mumbled. "Fool! This makes it impossible to send you in Hiashi-sama's place—Kumo will see the seal and know you are of the Branch House."

Hizashi turned to Hiashi, eyes calm. "Then let them see it. If they wish for blood, let them be forced to admit that they seek the life of a Leader. Not a Servant."

Hiashi stood unmoving. Inside, he burned with conflict. He had planned to nudge Hizashi forward if the moment demanded it. But now the line was clear—the mark made deception impossible.

The elders argued in hushed tones, furious. But the choice had been made.

In a flash, the Hizashi vanished, flickering toward the Hokage's tower. and Hiashi followed.

Hokage's Office

Hiruzen Sarutobi sat slumped behind his desk, looking out over the quiet village. A half-smoked cigarette dangled from his fingers. The city lights flickered below like dying embers. He took a long drag, sighed, and turned his chair.

Hiashi was already inside. Hizashi followed, head held high.

Hiashi slammed a hand on the desk.

"Hokage-sama! My daughter was kidnapped—her Byakugan almost stolen by the Kumo delegation posing as diplomats! We demand justice!"

Hiruzen didn't answer immediately. His gaze flicked to Hizashi—his eyes briefly widened at the visible seal, but his face remained unreadable.

"Hokage-sama," Hiashi pressed, "they violated sacred treaties. This was not diplomacy—it was theft. Treachery. My daughter… she is barely alive."

Hiruzen leaned back.

"Hiashi… Hizashi…" he began, voice soft. "The Will of Fire teaches us to love and protect the village. Sometimes that means making impossible choices. Sometimes… that means sacrificing more than we should ever have to."

Hiashi's face tightened.

"You speak of the Will of Fire," he snapped, "but you speak only of flames that consume us."

Hiruzen's expression became grave.

"This has gone too far. Hiashi Hyūga—you should not have killed the Kumo delegate. You are strong enough to have subdued him."

"What would you have me do?" Hiashi growled. "Let him steal her eyes and run?! He died in the act of treason!"

"But he died," Hiruzen said firmly. "And Kumo now demands justice. The peace hangs by a thread."

Hiashi scoffed. "Justice? They want blood. And you will give them mine?"

Hiruzen stayed silent.

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Hiruzen's eyes flicked again to Hizashi.

"I had… hoped," the Hokage said slowly, "that a Branch member might understand the greater good. The village survives because brave men and women bear the weight of sacrifice."

Hizashi stood silent.

"Kakashi reported that the one who killed the Kumo delegate was Hiashi. Kumo knows this. They will not accept a Branch member in his place. Especially now," Hiruzen gestured to the exposed seal, "when you've made it undeniable."

"I am not ashamed of who I am," Hizashi replied.

Hiruzen looked tired. Very tired.

"They've given us twenty-four hours. If we do not comply, Kumo will take this as an act of war. The other clans are weary, the walls are thin. The Third Shinobi War and the nine-tails attack bled us dry. We are not ready for another."

"And so," Hiashi whispered coldly, "you offer up a Hyūga."

"I offer up a hero," Hiruzen replied, standing. "You will be remembered, Hiashi Hyūga. Your sacrifice will not be forgotten. Your name will be spoken with reverence. You will have saved thousands."

"Spare me," Hiashi said, voice shaking. "The only thing you save is peace bought with hypocrisy."

For a moment, silence hung heavy.

Hiashi stepped forward. "You condemn us."

"I preserve Konoha," Hiruzen whispered. "This is not about right or wrong. It is about survival."

Hizashi saw all the ordeal with fist clenched, he had always questioned why should branch family members die in order to protect main family member. This time the main family head will be sacrificed and now the future is uncertain for Hyūga.

The Truth That Remains

What none of them knew, what no one in the room could have prepared for, was that even if Hiashi had subdued the delegate, it would not have mattered. Raikō, the Kumo envoy leader, carried a suicide pill embedded in his molar—a safeguard against exactly such a failure. If captured, he would have bitten down and died instantly.

Autopsy would never be permitted by kumo. Proof would vanish.

The narrative was always going to be bent. Kumo had already written the script.

And Hiruzen… had no choice but to follow for the peace of the village.

Aftermath

Hiashi's execution was carried out quietly. No fanfare. No ceremony. The body returned to Kumo—intact, respectfully packaged with Byakugan removed.

Kumo fumed, but accepted the gesture. Peace, for now, was maintained.

The village moved on.

Rain fell gently over the Hyūga compound, soaking the cobblestone courtyard where a single pyre smoldered.

Hiashi Hyūga, head of the Main Family, was dead.

The fire hissed as water met ash. Clan members knelt in mourning, white robes splotched dark by the rain. But in a far quieter hall, shielded from the ceremony, six Main Family elders convened.

This was no place for prayer. This was war.

<Inner Hyūga Council Hall>

The room was stark and traditional—tatami mats, calligraphy scrolls, and a low table with six cushions arranged in a circle. The air was thick with incense, but it couldn't mask the panic.

Elder Naomasa slammed his palm against the table.

"It should have been Hizashi! The Caged Bird Seal exists for this very reason! This... mistake has upended centuries of order."

"Mistake?" murmured Elder Ayane, a sharp-eyed woman in her sixties. "No, Naomasa. This is sabotage. A Branch member choosing to live while the Main perishes? This wasn't an accident."

Elder Genryu's voice was calm but cold. "Hiashi was the symbol of Hyūga strength. Now we burn incense over his ashes, and what remains? A Branch head with visible defiance. The seal... on display like a banner."

"An insult," Ayane spat. "Not just to us, but to the world."

Elder Masaki, the eldest of the six, sighed. His joints creaked as he shifted on the cushion. "None of you are saying it, but all of you know it. We are not ready to appoint a new head. None of us has the strength or legacy."

The others fell silent.

It was true. In the hierarchy of power, none of the six elders had the chakra strength, political savvy, or clan loyalty needed to claim Hiashi's title. Each of them had hoped to remain power-adjacent. Now the position loomed like a blade over their necks.

Elder Naomasa exhaled through his nose. "Then we make a scapegoat."

"Hizashi," said Elder Genryu immediately.

"He disobeyed tradition," Ayane added. "Let the blame rest on him."

Elder Hiro, silent until now, raised a hand.

"And if he refuses? If he cites the emergency, the chaos? You forget, Hizashi was summoned by the Hokage himself. Hiruzen likely sanctioned this exchange. We would be defying not only precedent, but the village."

"Then we move carefully," Masaki murmured. "Publicly, we honor him as the hero who will stand as psuedo-head. In private, we burden him with obedience. He will raise Hinata under our guidance. He will serve the family as penance."

"And if he refuses that guidance?" Hiro asked again.

The question hung, unanswered.

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<Later That Night, Hizashi's Quarters>

Hizashi stood in front of the incense bowl, watching the smoke twist upward. Neji was asleep in the adjacent room, and the Hinata slept with her wet nurse.

He wore no forehead protector. The green seal on his brow was visible and deliberate.

He knew.

He could feel the shifting stares in the compound, like kunai at his back. He had survived, yes, but survival had no dignity here. Not for someone like him.

There was a knock.

Masaki entered without waiting. His face was a calm lake, unmoved by the fire.

"You were brave," the elder said.

Hizashi said nothing.

Masaki continued flattering, "Hiashi trusted you. So must we. The clan is fragile now. The younger generation needs stability. Hinata needs a guardian. We hope you will accept the duty."

A pause.

"And the price?" Hizashi asked.

Masaki studied him. "Obedience. Counsel. You act as guardian and head only in name. That role remains with the council... until the time is right."

Hizashi almost smiled.

"In other words," he said, "I wear the face of power, while you pull the strings."

Masaki did not deny it.

<Morning Council Meeting>

The next day, the elders met again. Their tone was calmer, but their eyes betrayed the storm underneath.

Elder Ayane unfurled a scroll.

"This is a proposed edict. Hizashi will serve as interim guardian of the Hyūga heir, Hinata. His authority will be constrained. All decisions must be vetted by council quorum."

"And Neji?" Hiro asked. "A child of Hizashi will now live within the main estate?"

"We spin it as unity," said Genryu. "For the sake of the clan."

"Unity built on ashes," Naomasa grumbled.

But no one had better ideas. Everyone in the room wanted power. No one wanted responsibility.

They would use Hizashi like a puppet, and if he resisted, well—

There were ways.

<Outside the Compound>

Word spread.

The Branch Family murmured that perhaps the seal had lost its curse. If one of their own could walk through fire and survive, maybe fate was not so cruel. Maybe their children had hope.

The Main Family elders heard the rumors and met again in emergency session.

"This cannot continue," Naomasa hissed.

"We need to control the narrative," said Ayane.

Masaki finally raised a solution: "Let Hizashi speak publicly. Let him denounce rebellion. Let him reaffirm the old ways."

It was elegant.

It was cowardly.

<Assembly Courtyard>

Hundreds gathered.

Hizashi stood alone on the platform, rain now gone, but clouds still overhead.

He looked over his people: Main Family, proud and paranoid over a branch member as the head. Branch Family, scarred. silent and with hope.

He took a breath.

"We have lost a great man," he began. "Hiashi Hyūga was strength, clarity, and tradition. His death leaves a wound in our hearts and our clan."

Whispers. Nods. All rehearsed.

"I am not Hiashi. I do not claim his title, nor his legacy. I am his brother. His shield. And I survived where he did not. Many might not realize this yet, he was a hero who saved thousands."

Silence deepened.

Hizashi unfastened his collar and revealed the mark on his forehead.

"This seal marks me. It binds me. But it did not stop me from choosing life."

Gasps.

"Let no Branch member think the seal gives you license to rebel. Let no Main elder think the seal makes you safe. The old ways are not walls. They are weights. And we carry them together."

The council watched with narrowed eyes.

Hizashi bowed.

And the crowd—both Branch and Main—bowed in return.

For the first time in decades, the Hyūga had a leader who wore the seal openly, defiantly, and walked through fire not as a martyr, but a man with nothing to lose.

<Council Chamber>

Back in their chambers, the elders fumed.

"He made himself a symbol," Ayane said.

"He undermines the structure," Naomasa growled.

Masaki smiled faintly. "He gave them hope."

"Hope leads to rebellion," said Genryu.

"Then perhaps we let hope burn itself out," said Masaki. "We keep Hizashi where we can see him. And we prepare the girl. One day, Hinata will take the mantle. And the seal will return to silence."

But deep down, even Masaki felt a doubt that the future would ever be silent again.

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And Hiruzen? He continued to preach the Will of Fire—how every leaf of the village was connected, how love bound them, how sacrifice defined greatness.

But behind the curtains, behind the pipe smoke and the elderly smile, he knew: the Will of Fire burned brighter the more it consumed.

And sometimes, it consumed the ones who could never say no.

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The Hyuga Main Estate was unnaturally quiet. The aftermath of Hiashi Hyuga's funeral still loomed heavily over the ancestral home. Six main family elders sat behind closed doors in the council chamber, their silhouettes sharp against the flickering lantern light. But their voices were hushed, tight with worry—not over grief, but something darker: power.

Elder Hamuro, the most senior, finally broke the silence. "We must address the matter of the cursed seal."

The others looked to him, some nodding, others visibly tense.

Elder Masaki leaned forward. "Without a family head, the control over the seal is broken. We cannot allow that secret to leave this chamber."

Elder Rei's eyes narrowed. "And we cannot grant Hizashi access to the seal's control, even if he is Hiashi's twin. He remains a branch member. That boundary must remain intact."

"But we cannot have the control either," said Elder Genro, nervously fingering his robes. "If the branch members find out that no one can activate or enforce the seal anymore…"

"They will rebel," said Elder Sayo grimly. "The threat of the seal is what holds the Hyuga together. Without it—"

"There is no order," Elder Dai finished. "The branch family must never learn the truth."

Unknown to them, nestled deep within the shadowed walls of the estate, a figure moved in silence. Neji Hyuga, no longer confined to the branch family quarters, had taken residence in the main family estate—publicly as an act of mourning, privately as part of his growing suspicion.

The transition had been subtle. The elders, reeling from Hiashi's death, saw no reason to question Hizashi's request to let Neji stay temporarily in his late brother's rooms. A few courtesies. A few bows. Nothing more.

But Neji had changed. His True Eyes—his inherited gift from a life before—had begun to manifest beyond even his understanding. The True eyes had evolved into something that day, refined through an unexplainable clarity of perception. Now, Neji could not only see chakra, but hear it, feel its intent, its flows.

He had begun experimentation in secret. Through the eyes that saw lies as threads and deception as smoke, he discovered the inner workings of the Caged Bird Seal.

And more recently, he learned something else: the moment Hiashi died, the estate-wide chakra web that held the activation mechanism of the seal… had gone dormant.

He confirmed it again tonight. Now, peering through the walls, he saw the elders panicking.

No one can activate it, he thought. No one can command it.

Neji didn't smile. His mind was moving too fast.

In the quiet of his chamber, Neji sat cross-legged and activated his True Eyes. The seal on his forehead flared slightly—no longer as a brand of subjugation, but now as a data point.

"Activation keys: null," he murmured. "Resonance response: null. External override: disabled."

A diagram formed in his mind's eye. A lattice of Hyuga chakra signatures, etched into the estate's stone, into the blood of the branch family members, and most importantly, into a central command matrix buried in the estate's altar.

But with Hiashi gone, the root signature—the keystone—was gone too.

He blinked. "There's a backdoor."

He had found a method. If he could reconstruct the control command with a replicated keystone signature… the seal could be redirected.

Not broken, Neji thought. Rewritten.

He did not inform Hizashi. Not yet. His father had calmed the branch members with speeches of unity, patience, and tradition. But Neji saw the cracks.

The branch family was scared, yes—but more than that, they were curious. They'd felt the absence. Some whispered of their seals not flaring during discipline drills. Some tested it.

No pain.

No recoil.

Only silence.

Neji began working late at night. He carefully walked the edges of the estate, mapping the resonance nodes with his eyes. With the faintest pulses of chakra, he tested their integrity. No elder noticed. Not even Hizashi, who had his own hands full keeping branch members from asking too many questions.

In time, Neji built what he called a Mirror Key: a fabricated keystone, using fragments of Hiashi's residual chakra from his room, robes, and ceremonial altar. The Mirror Key wasn't strong enough to enforce obedience… but it was strong enough to issue a command.

That night, Neji stood in the central altar chamber. He wore the ceremonial white robes of the main family. Alone.

He placed the Mirror Key upon the altar.

"I am not the head of the clan," he whispered, "and I have no desire to be."

"But if no one can wield the seal… someone must ensure it cannot be abused."

He activated the seal's resonance web.

It flared weakly, sputtered—and then stabilized.

He reached into the lattice. And with a whisper, he rewrote one command:

"No activation allowed until a blood heir of the main family takes over the control seal. However, a pressure of obedience will always be active"

The lattice accepted the condition. He stepped back. The Mirror Key crumbled to dust.

He turned, cloak swirling.

From now on, the seal would remain dormant unless its bearer agreed.

The next morning, Hizashi found Neji in the garden, meditating.

"There's… something different about you lately," Hizashi said, watching him.

"There's something different about the clan," Neji replied.

They sat in silence.

And the cursed bird slept in silence.

For now.

The seal has only gone dormant. The Branch members still believe they are being controlled. Though Neji was against the Caged Bird Seal, he understands that abruptly removing it could have serious repercussions. At this stage, he can only issue low-level commands through the seal—he doesn't yet possess the ability to dismantle it.

1. Danzo would immediately begin eyeing the Byakugan. He would likely attempt to recruit Hyuga into Root using underhanded methods, seeing the current unrest as an opportunity.
2. Other hidden villages would start noticing that the Byakugan is no longer vanishing upon a Hyuga's death. Given how tactically powerful the Byakugan is during wartime, this could provoke targeted aggression, perhaps not an all-out war, but certainly organized efforts to capture or assassinate Hyuga clan members.
3. Internal reform calls would rise within the clan. There would be demands for parity between Main and Branch families, or even a complete restructuring. Years of systemic repression don't disappear quietly many Branch members would experience trauma, anger, and even an identity crisis. They would feel lost. The freedom feels alien, even frightening.
4. The Uchiha clan could seize upon this instability. They might attempt to manipulate the situation to their advantage, coaxing dissatisfied Branch members and using them as leverage in their own plans for rebellion.

This phase is essentially a slow, tense transition where the Branch members begin adjusting to life without overt oppression. Many would start openly praising Hizashi, recognizing him as a stabilizing force and a pseudo-head during uncertain times.

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Hinata Hyuga sat in silence.

One of her eyes was sealed shut beneath a fresh white bandage, taped tight to stop any weeping and the blood. The other eye stared blankly out the shoji-screened window, tracing the gentle sway of the cherry blossoms outside. She no longer blinked when petals fell against the paper door like soft drum beats. It was as if the world had become distant - a soundless, colorless sphere beyond reach.

She hadn't spoken in hours.

In the corner, her nurse whispered to a Hyuga matron, but Hinata didn't listen. She heard only her heartbeat—a hollow thump that didn't match the rhythm of anything else around her.

The memory played endlessly in her head: a weird ninja, the darkness of her room, his hand over her mouth. The sudden pain—sharp, blinding—and then nothing but muffled screams and the sickening crackle of chakra.

She had endured her eye being ripped out, just so her father would be proud of her.

The pain was still there. It wasn't physical anymore—it was something deeper. The eye was gone, but what remained hurt more. Her mind returned again and again to the moment she awoke in her father's arms asking if he was proud of her. She wanted him to say he was proud of her. All she heard was silence.

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When she woke up, she got to know that Hiashi Hyuga, her father, had dead. And she knew—deep inside, in a place no child should be forced to reach, that it was because of her.

She hadn't cried since the day of his funeral.

There had been so many people. The clan compound was packed with every member of the main and branch families. The elders stood at the front, their faces masks of calm, but Hinata could feel the storm beneath their robes. She'd stood between Hanabi and her mother, her bandaged eye a stark reminder of why the funeral had happened at all.

Whispers never stopped. Not even during the rituals.

"The head is gone."

"He shouldn't have killed the Kumo delegate."

"That girl... she's the reason."

"What will happen to our Hyuga?"

Hinata stood still. Not even Hanabi's hand squeezing hers helped. The caged bird seal—a thing she didn't yet understand fully—hung over everyone's heads like smoke.

But all she could think was this: If she hadn't been taken, if she hadn't cried out—if she'd fought harder—her father would still be alive.

Since then, she stopped smiling.

Her caretakers noted it first. She began refusing sweets. Refused to play. She didn't respond when spoken to unless it was an order. She ate in silence. Slept without crying. Her mother thought it was strength. Some of the elders whispered it was good the girl had grown reserved—it was fitting for a Hyuga.

But it wasn't strength. It was numbness.

Hinata couldn't bring herself to connect with anything. When Hanabi asked to play dolls, Hinata only blinked once and looked away. When her mother brushed her hair, she didn't flinch or respond. She was simply... floating. Watching.

She'd taken to wandering the compound. No one stopped her. The guards gave her space. Maybe out of pity. Maybe out of guilt. In those silent walks, she'd hear fragments of elders discussion.

"We can't let Hizashi take the control seal."

"What if someone finds out?"

"The girl is the only heir now."

"She's too weak."

Weak.

They all thought that. Even now. Even after all she'd endured. Even though her father died protecting her.

But what if they were right?

She stood one day beneath the plum tree where she used to train. Neji's words echoed.

"It's not strength to win. It's strength to protect."

She curled her fingers.

But I didn't protect anyone, she thought.

That night, Hinata returned to her room alone. She stared at her bandage in the mirror. Slowly, she unwrapped it.

The socket was closed shut by healing jutsu, but the skin was darkened, hollow. Her bangs fell across it easily. She touched the scar. Her breath caught.

She didn't cry.

She looked herself in the eye and whispered, "I'll become strong. So strong that, i would not have to face such helplessness.'

That was when the shift began.

Hinata woke earlier than usual. She began shadowing the older clan members. She remembered how Neji moved through the compound like a silent ghost. She noticed how the elders talked but never decided. She saw the split—how the branch family members grew more loyal to Hizashi, how the main family floundered.

One day, she watched Neji sparring.

She stepped into the courtyard.

"Can you train me?" she asked.

Neji turned slowly, surprised. The others stopped. For a long time, he said nothing.

Then he nodded.

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The first few weeks were rough. Her body wasn't ready. Her center of balance was off, her depth perception made strikes clumsy. But Hinata didn't cry. She didn't complain. Every time she fell, she got up again.

Neji never praised her. But after one particularly long session, he left a small salve jar at her door. No note. Just the medicine. That was enough.

Hinata had never felt more seen.

One Month passed. Hinata's coordination improved. She began to understand the flow of chakra again. Her Byakugan wasn't as strong on one side, but her sense of presence was sharper now. She didn't rely on sight. She began noticing intentions, pressure, the weight of footsteps.

The elders still whispered, but now it was different.

"She's adapting."

"Is this... a recovery?"

"She's more composed than expected."

But the wound was still there.

Hinata still wandered at night. Still found herself at her father's grave. One night, she sat cross-legged and pressed her palm to the stone.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "But I'll make this count."

She imagined the Kumo jounin's hand around her throat. Her father's voice trembling. The silence of the elders. Neji's distant gaze.

"You protected me. Now I'll protect everyone."

The wind blew gently. Cherry blossoms scattered. Her hair lifted in the breeze.

Hinata stood. Back straight.

From then on, she wasn't the same girl.

She was still quiet, but it wasn't emptiness. It was focus. She trained harder. Her movements became graceful, more fluid. She asked questions. She listened to the politics, learned about the caged bird seal, about the power void in the clan.

She kept her distance from the elders. But she watched them. Closely.

She began writing. In secret journals. Notes about the clan. Who said what. How often. What their tones meant. She was building a map of power, of fear, of future plans.

One day, her mother found one of the notebooks.

"What is this, Hinata?"

Hinata looked up slowly. For the first time in months, her voice was firm.

"I'm learning how to protect the Hyuga."

Her mother didn't reply. Hinata Hyuga was no longer the girl who cried.

She was the one who watched.

The one who remembered.

A piece of her had shattered that night ripped apart like her Byakugan, but what remained was reforging into something new. Not out of vengeance. Not out of rage. But out of necessity. Survival. Resolve.

Her training with Neji continued. Silent, brutal, unrelenting.

He never went easy on her. And she never asked him to.

One afternoon, she took a strike to the ribs that dropped her to her knees. Blood welled at the edge of her lip. But Hinata pushed herself up with trembling arms, her eye burning with the beginnings of something fierce.

"I'm not finished."

Neji stopped acting infront of hinata, started using his potential. Hinata already got that feeling so she didn't mind. Neji paused, his stance unmoved, but there was the smallest twitch in his brow acknowledgment. Maybe even respect.

And with every bruise, every fall, every quiet moment with her breath ragged and her hands scraped raw. Hinata grew.

She wasn't the strongest. She wasn't the fastest. She wasn't the loudest.

But she was becoming unbreakable.

Back within the clan, the political gears continued to turn. The elders grew impatient. The village council had begun pressing them for stability. Kumo had not retaliated openly, but the tension had not eased. Whispers of reparations, of trust shattered between great clans, still hung in the air.

And now, with no clear heir of Hiashi's strength, they considered more desperate measures. Some spoke again of dividing leadership. Others of forging external alliances through marriage. And always Hizashi hovered at the edge of their discussions.

They watched Hinata too. Carefully. Measuring.

They thought she didn't see. But she did.

She saw everything now not with the clarity of two Byakugan, but with something deeper. Intuition. Insight. The eye she'd lost had forced her to rely on more than vision.

One night, as she sat alone in the clan archive hall, poring over old scrolls her father once read strategies, clan laws, chakra theory. Neji approached and knelt beside her.

"You should rest."

Hinata didn't look up. "I can't afford to."

Neji was silent for a moment. Then he set a folded cloth beside her. Inside was a pressed blossom - the kind their mother used to preserve.

"You're not weak, Hinata."

Her breath hitched faintly. That was the first time he had said her name with softness in years.

"You're not like before," he continued, standing. "That frightens them more than your weakness ever did."

When she turned to look at him, the truth in his gaze was steady, calm.

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Title: Naruto: Twin's Glory
Genre: Action | Fantasy
Perspective: Twin OC | Canon Characters | Hashirama & madara era

This is a story of twins, Liam and Asher, a while ago were just normal earthlings. Now, not knowing how they died and were reborn into naruto world one as senju and other Uchiha in hashirama and madara era.

How would it influence the konoha?

will they never know that they were both reincarnated into naruto world?

what is there goal?

How will they reconcile?

who is the mysterious entity that sent them into this world?

 

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Unknown Forest, Far Eastern Edge

The forest had a peculiar silence to it—so still, so breathless, that even the rustling leaves seemed to hold their breath in reverence. Neji Hyuga sat at the edge of a jagged cliff, knees folded, palms open. Since the night Hinata had stood with a gouged eye and the broken composure of a child trying to be strong, something inside him had awakened. Or perhaps, something had been shattered.

The transformation—no, the awakening—that followed had been brief, violent, and ethereal. His memory of that moment was fragmentary at best. What he did remember clearly was the overwhelming force coursing through him, the blinding hue of deep royal blue radiating from his eyes, and a sudden silence inside his mind—as if every lie, doubt, or delusion had been burned away. And then blackness.

Since then, he had tried to trigger that state again, drawing on every thread of memory, emotion, and chakra. So far, he had failed.

But something else had changed. The True Eyes, as he'd come to call them, were now accessible at will—though not without cost. When activated, his irises shifted into a stunning, crystalline lattice of radiant royal blue, layered with fractal geometries that pulsed like breathing constellations. The sheer intensity of vision often gave him headaches, but he was adapting.

The True Eyes now granted him finer perception of chakra: not just its presence, but its composition—its density, flow vectors, harmonic frequencies.

He could now; Dissect foreign chakra patterns to identify clan-specific traits, something no Byakugan or Sharingan could do with such clarity.

Sense disruptions or misalignments in someone's internal chakra coils, even tracking emotional anomalies reflected in chakra turbulence.

Focus through obstructions, even chakra-masking genjutsu—though not completely reliably.

However, he still could not enter the "awakened form" again—the transformation that had bent space around him and lit his vision like a supernova. His body simply could not handle it yet. After each attempt, he collapsed for hours or even days, sometimes convulsing from chakra burnout.

A large stone rested in the shadow of a leaning pine, and on it, Neji placed the half-burnt scroll: The Lost Hyuga Heritage. The edges were crisped by fire, and the ink smeared by time and blood. Carefully unfurling it, he began to read.

Most of the text was unintelligible, but a technique name stood clear in old-style kanji:

"八卦千針雨" – Eight Trigrams: Thousand Needle Rain.

From the fragmented sections, Neji gathered the technique's concept: a long-range adaptation of the Gentle Fist, utilizing hyper-threaded chakra filaments condensed into ultra-fine needles.

Emission of chakra needles from the palms, targeting a limited number of tenketsu. Simultaneous emission from multiple tenketsu across the body, increasing coverage and complexity. Omnidirectional emission from all 361 tenketsu, creating a storm of chakra needles capable of overwhelming multiple opponents.

Neji began with the Initiate Level, focusing chakra into his palms and attempting to emit it as concentrated needles. His first attempts resulted in unstable bursts, the chakra dissipating before forming coherent shapes. Adjusting his chakra flow, he managed to project short, needle-like extensions, though they lacked the necessary velocity and precision.

Transitioning to the Intermediate Level, he endeavored to emit chakra from multiple tenketsu simultaneously. This required meticulous control, as each tenketsu had to release chakra in harmony. Utilizing his True Eyes, he monitored the chakra flow, identifying inconsistencies and adjusting accordingly. After numerous trials, he succeeded in emitting a modest array of chakra needles from his upper body, though the lower tenketsu remained unresponsive.

The Master Level remained elusive. The sheer complexity of coordinating all 361 tenketsu was daunting, and without the complete instructions, Neji faced a formidable challenge. Nevertheless, he was determined to persevere.

The scientific principle at play involves the manipulation of chakra's physical properties—density, cohesion, and flow dynamics. By adjusting these parameters, Neji aimed to create stable, functional constructs. His efforts marked a significant departure from traditional Hyūga techniques, venturing into uncharted territory.

The user had to create micro-thin chakra filaments, fully under conscious control, extending from fingertips.

"Chakra must achieve cohesive tensile flow, resisting disintegration under ambient disruption. Precision over force. Stability over quantity."

With his True Eyes, Neji could now visualize how chakra unfurled from his tenketsu—like filaments of energy extending into space. He began by focusing it at his fingertip, narrowing it strand by strand. After several days of trial and error, he was finally able to extrude a 30-centimeter chakra thread that maintained structural cohesion.

The threads had to obey his will, like extra limbs of thought. He practiced weaving them into shapes: spirals, loops, even the crude outlines of a kanji symbol. It was tedious. Each lapse in focus caused the thread to dissipate. Over time, he could maintain three threads simultaneously for about five seconds.

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A/N: One reader has asked as how neji entered has a guarded crypt in chapter 23; it was not guarded as the crypt was looted long back and what neji found was a burnt scroll which he is trying put his true eyes to use and trying to recreate the technique.

and there is also an instance in chapter 5 where Hizashi says "

The True Eyes... he's already tapping into them.

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No Hizashi doesn't know neji has true eyes (shingan). But seeing the royal blue eyes. He assumes it to be tenseigan which hizashi calls it the true eyes.

So, the true eyes hizashi assume (tenseigan) is diff from neji's actually true eyes.

How hizashi knows abt tenseigan is a question for future.

Damn, I never thought ppl would find such easter eggs. There are few around, atb finding them.

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Could the looted items from crypt be linked to how hizashi knew tenseigan?

and who is baby that is about to born? i have already left the answer in chap 2

"Come, Neji—let's go. Your soon-to-come sibling might already be kicking. who do you want brother or sister?"

Click to shrink...

"They won't send Uncle. They'll send you. Think of the baby brother who is going to be born. Think of me. I don't want to lose you."

Click to shrink...

Do you think i did good job on foreshadowing here and there. how many were you able to find? there are still few.

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Once threading was mastered, the filaments had to be compressed, hardened, and sharpened using internal chakra resonance, a technique similar to how sand could be hardened into glass under the right vibration and heat.

This section was too damaged to be useful. The resonance frequency formulas were blackened out. Neji tried to infer them using the True Eyes, but the document's chakra signature had long since faded. Whatever secrets it once held were now ashes.

A New Experiment - The Compression Pierce

Determined to push his chakra control further, Neji moved to a sturdy tree nearby. Its trunk was nearly a meter thick, aged and fibrous.

He inhaled. He extended his right hand, pointer finger raised, then narrowed his focus.

He began to compress the air and chakra at the very tip of his forefinger - a hybrid of wind manipulation and chakra containment. It was delicate work. The bubble that formed was small, perhaps the size of a raindrop, but it shimmered with compressed sky-blue light.

With a single motion, he thrust his finger forward.

A pop, a crackle of released tension and the tree trembled.

He withdrew his hand.

A cylindrical hole had formed in the bark, roughly two inches in diameter and five inches deep, its edges cauterized with chakra burns.

His finger, however, throbbed violently. A fracture near the joint. He hadn't accounted for the recoil pressure generated when the compression bubble collapsed and released its kinetic energy.

He gritted his teeth in pain and made a note:

Lesson: Future iterations must involve a chakra wrap reinforcement layer on the finger to buffer recoil stress on digits.

He called the technique:"Chakra Pierce: Compression Point."(Chakra Sōgeki: Asshuku-ten)

Toward Thousand Needle Rain: Chakra Thread Refinement

Threading, now foundational to the Thousand Needle Rain, became his obsession.

He began experimenting with the viscosity and rigidity of his chakra threads, adjusting:

Phase density: how tightly chakra particles were bound

Oscillation frequency: how rapidly they vibrated

Conductive smoothness: how efficiently they transmitted chakra signals

By adjusting these values using feedback from his True Eyes, he could now manipulate a thread to curve midair, rotate around obstacles, or lash like a whip.

He even began fusing the threads with minute wind chakra, giving them slicing potential. The goal was to create needles that could cut through flesh without ever being seen.

But each improvement came with limitations, The Limitations of Traditional Techniques

As he studied more of what chakra could truly do, Neji came to a harsh conclusion:

"We've wasted our potential. The traditional Hyuga methods are barely scratching the surface."

Most chakra techniques focused on raw discharge or basic shape manipulation. They didn't consider substructural control: the molecular interaction of chakra with physical matter, the wave harmonics of chakra-laced attacks, or the full range of elemental overlays.

Using his True Eyes, Neji realized that chakra wasn't merely energy, it was programmable. A language of its own.

The Next Frontier: Giving Chakra Form

Inspired, he moved to another experiment.

Recognizing the need for advanced chakra control, Neji turned his attention to shaping chakra into tangible forms. He began by concentrating chakra around his hand, attempting to mold it into a gauntlet. The initial formations were unstable, dissipating quickly due to uneven chakra distribution and insufficient structural integrity.

Analyzing the failures, Neji hypothesized that the instability stemmed from the lack of a cohesive chakra lattice - a framework to maintain the shape. He experimented with varying chakra densities and flow patterns, gradually achieving a semi-stable gauntlet that enveloped his hand. Extending this to his fingers, he crafted rudimentary claws, though they flickered and wavered with movement.

But as soon as he clenched his fist or moved his fingers rapidly, the construct shattered.

However, Chakra, unlike solid matter, has poor shear strength. Without internal lattice-binding or reinforcement through elemental layering (like Earth or Wind), the shape collapses under directional strain.

He theorized that by:

Embedding micro-thread coils inside the gauntlet structure, or

Cross-layering elemental chakra in wave-patterns,

he could create chakra armor with actual resilience.

Looking Ahead

With bloodied fingertips and a mind overflowing with revelation, Neji sat under the vast sky once more.

He had a working prototype of the Chakra Pierce, a rudimentary understanding of chakra threading, and a philosophical revelation about the programmability of chakra itself.

His vision of the Thousand Needle Rain was still incomplete, but he could now produce a thread that danced like silk and stabbed like wires.

As dusk settled over the forest, Neji sat amidst the remnants of his training, the charred scroll beside him. His body bore the marks of exertion, but his spirit remained unbroken. The path ahead was fraught with challenges, yet he embraced them with unwavering determination.

By mastering these advanced techniques, he aspired to transcend the limitations imposed by tradition and hierarchy. In doing so, he would honor his own potential, forging a legacy.

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{This Chapter is Dedicated to 66835, an Ōtsutsuki Level Supporter}

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This is my attempt at writing a short SS/filler. I'd love to hear your thoughts what you liked, what you felt, or anything that lingered with you. Please read with an open mind and heart. This is the setting when Neji is 21-years old.

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Neji, 21 years Old, sat cross-legged, alone atop a wind-scraped cliff suspended over an ocean of stars. His True Eyes had been pushed into overdrive in a meditation technique he had devised himself, an effort to map the recursive layers of chakra threading in his own nervous system.

But something… went wrong.

The world flickered.

From behind him, footsteps. Not heavy, not soft. Intentional. Like someone who had walked for millennia and no longer cared for silence.

He turned.

There stood a man or something resembling a man.

Skin gray like stone left too long in moonlight, hair like black threads woven into a crownless halo. His eyes closed. His chakra? Quiet but ancient, stretching far beyond any measure Neji had ever seen.

On his chest was a glowing series of characters:
66835

Neji spoke first.

"Are you… alive?"

The figure tilted its head.

"I am that which failed to live… yet refused to die.""Designation 66835. I was the prototype of perception. The first to open eyes to what mortals are not meant to know."

Neji's True Eyes began reacting voluntarily. They pulsed in fractal resonance with the being layers of chakra signature blooming like old codes unfurling. As if they recognized each other.

66835 raised a hand. A singular, thin thread of crystalline chakra stretched between two fingers, vibrating with frequencies beyond human thought.

"Before your eyes," he said, "there were others."

The stars behind him shimmered, re-aligning into a wheel of glowing designations, each number crossed out, fading away.

"Of the 66,834 before me, none endured. I am the last incarnation. Not a man. Not a god. Merely an answer that was too soon for its question."

Neji stood cautiously, defensive posture ready.

"Why show yourself to me?"

66835 slowly opened his eyes. They were void-black but mirrored Neji's True Eyes layered fractals within, as if the dark contained infinite possibility. But there was rot in them, a corruption along the edges, like code half-deleted.

"Because yours are the first eyes that do not reject me."

A silence passed.

Then, data. Knowledge. Overload.

Neji's mind was bombarded with flashes:

Spiral chakra constructs like trees rooted in space.

Techniques written in binary chakra code.

Concepts like "photon-hinged genjutsu" and "non-local chakra observation."

A technique called Blindfold Pulse, which hides one's chakra presence by mimicking the sensory death state.

The Threefold Needle Grid, a lost pre-Hyuga chakra weapon design that was threaded into flesh itself.

As Neji absorbed fragments of these impossible things, blood trickled from his nose.

"Stop… You'll overload me..."

66835 stopped.

"I am decay. You are inheritance. You must choose what to carry, and what to bury."

Neji gritted his teeth.

"You said you were a failure."

"All great power begins as a mistake. But those who learn from failure... rewrite the world."

66835 extended a hand.

"If you wish, I can unlock more. I can show you the pattern behind chakra evolution, the true Eye Spiral. But be warned…"

"The more you see… the less you'll be."

Neji hesitated. And stepped back.

"Not yet.""I'll learn it the right way. Through blood, discipline… and my own path."

66835 smiled not in joy, but remembering his memory.

"Then you are not like the others. Good."

He began to fade.

But before vanishing, he whispered:

"When the Eye Spiral completes… look for me in the fractured sky. I will be waiting... at coordinate 66835."

Neji jolted awake.

His True Eyes were glowing without his command. A strange thread of solidified chakra had formed across his hand during sleep one he'd never made before.

And in the dirt beside him, as if burned by raw chakra discharge, were numbers:

66835

A/N:

Well, The Last:Naruto Movie inspired me with all the moon setting. and i wanted to explore hamura lineage on the moon and thought i could create a SS filler where Otsutsuki patreon supporters can get to be part of it. with Neji, 21 years old, story will be parallelly running along side.

So basically happenings on moon.

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