Naruto: Starting from the Reincarnation of the Otsutsuki

The moment the words left his mouth, the arguing in the room ceased abruptly.

Seven or eight pairs of eyes rolled back at the young man, some with fear, others with a hint of madness.

"Anyway, the village's fighting strength is currently depleted, so our Hyuga clan..."

"That's enough!"

Hiashi Hyuga slammed his hand on the table, and the majesty of the clan leader finally erupted at that moment.

"At this critical juncture for the village's survival, instead of thinking about how to solve the problem, members of Konoha's largest clan utter such outrageous remarks?"

"But clan leader, Danzo has been pressuring us..."

Hiashi Hyuga raised his hand to signal the other party to be quiet, his voice steady yet tinged with weariness.

"This morning, the Third Hokage and I had a private conversation."

"Although I could sense that he still had doubts about our explanation, he had already promised to officially list 'Qing' as an S-class wanted criminal."

"Compared to that treacherous Danzo, Hiruzen Sarutobi's reputation is at least reliable for now."

He looked around and lowered his voice.

"You must understand, the scroll is now in Danzo's hands. That Ao will not let this go."

"You all witnessed the power of that golden light last night..."

Hiashi Hyuga didn't finish his sentence, but everyone present felt a chill run down their spines.

Since the item is in Danzo's hands, Ao will most likely continue to attack Root to weaken Danzo's power.

The Hyuga clan, on the other hand, can remain behind the scenes and, with the help of the Third Hokage, eliminate this dangerous origin.

Once both sides are severely weakened, the Hyuga clan may not only be able to reclaim the secret treasure, but also reap the benefits...

"Chieftain..."

A clan ninja gently knocked on the sliding door of the conference room. After receiving permission, he quickly entered, leaned close to Hiashi's ear, and whispered, "Clan leader... Qinglan, he's back from the hospital."

"Qinglan?"

A clear look of surprise flashed in Hiashi Hyuga's eyes.

He hadn't expected the seriously injured boy to recover so quickly.

According to the testimony of the guards last night, Hyuga Aoran almost single-handedly withstood Ao's fatal blow.

Moreover, in that life-or-death situation, this child from the branch family almost instinctively performed a technique passed down orally within the main family... a miraculous recovery.

Although it was ultimately interrupted by the Grand Elder...

Thinking of this, the light in Hiashi Hyuga's eyes suddenly dimmed, replaced by a complex and difficult-to-understand emotion.

It's ironic, so incredibly ironic.

He and the Grand Elder harbored deep suspicions about Hinata Seiran before their deaths, and even planned to use the Caged Bird Seiran to torture him last night.

But Qinglan was utterly loyal, choosing to protect the Grand Elder at the crucial moment, and even mastering the art of "Returning to Heaven"...

That child, on the brink of life and death, harbored no resentment, no betrayal, and not even hesitation.

However, these members of the main family regarded him as a potential threat and were on guard against him.

"Was this decision... ultimately a mistake, Elder?"

He sighed deeply in his heart.

"It seems that from now on... Aoyama will be the pillar of the Hyuga branch family..."

Hiashi Hyuga waved his hand, signaling the arguing main family members to step back, his tone revealing a hint of weariness:

"Let him come to see me...right here."

"Yes."

"etc..."

Hiashi Hyuga suddenly called out to the ninja. He stood up and straightened his large kimono haori, a symbol of his status.

"I'll go see him instead."

He planned to personally visit the temporary recuperation courtyard prepared for Qinglan.

It was to express a silent apology for the previous doubts.

It was also to confirm what kind of potential was hidden within that boy's body.

...

Hinata Seiran bid farewell to his servants and walked alone on the road to the secluded residence arranged for him.

Pushing open the door, a musty smell of dust, as if the house had been uninhabited for a long time, hit me.

Although smaller than the previous residence, it was still fully equipped.

He stood there quietly for a long time, sensing that he was not being watched, before slowly walking into the room and sitting down at the wooden table.

"Spiritual communication techniques."

boom!

A wisp of smoke dissipated, and the glass jar lay quietly on the table.

The nutrient solution in the jar swayed slightly, soaking into those pure and flawless white eyes.

Hinata Seiran removed his headband, revealing the cursed seal whose color had gradually faded, and stared at those byakugan eyes for a long time.

Through the vessel before me, it's as if I've traversed time itself, witnessing the past and the future.

The exhilarating feeling of traveling to the moon...

The tragic story of a family splitting up and turning against each other...

The ultimate relief of perishing on the moon...

I thought this was the end.

But unexpectedly, fate granted him a second chance at life.

The humiliation of having the curse mark inscribed, the forbearance under the oppressive position of the branch family, being manipulated like a pawn by the main family...

All the dormancy and patience were for this moment of breaking free from the cocoon and becoming a butterfly.

I'll leave my impure white eyes to Ao...

As for now…

"call……"

Hinata Seiran exhaled a long breath, raised his trembling fingers, and gathered chakra at his fingertips.

It immediately pierced the eye socket!

Puff-!

Blood gushed from his eyes, instantly staining most of his face red.

Intense pain swept over his entire body like a tidal wave, causing him to tremble and convulse uncontrollably.

Cold sweat instantly soaked through my clothes.

Hinata Aoran endured the pain and immediately used basic medical ninjutsu to stop the bleeding, removing and placing his Byakugan.

In a blood-red, blurry vision, he trembled as he fumbled to remove the white eye from the jar, carefully inserting it, bit by bit, into the empty, burning eye socket.

As the chakra was transferred, the nerve fibers re-entwined and fused together.

The Byakugan's fine veins were constantly being corrected and altered under the purple chakra of the Otsutsuki.

The old vision is collapsing, and a new power of perception is rising.

"A pure Tenseigan..."

Hinata Seiran raised his right hand, trying his best to use basic medical ninjutsu to stop the bleeding, but just as he was about to finish...

He suddenly stopped.

Hiashi Hyuga has arrived...

That's perfect then... Let's make it even more realistic.

-

"Qinglan?"

"Qinglan, are you there?"

Hiashi Hyuga stood in front of the tightly closed wooden door and gently knocked on it.

Strangely, it was completely silent inside.

"Could she be asleep...? Or..."

Hiashi Hyuga hesitated, wondering whether he should just walk in.

After all, it was somewhat inappropriate for the clan leader to directly enter the room of a clansman.

"Never mind, maybe he really needs to rest... Let him come back in a few days."

Hiashi Hyuga sighed softly, about to turn and leave, when he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

An almost pungent smell of blood was seeping into his nostrils through the crack in the door.

"This is... the smell of blood?!"

Hiashi Hyuga's expression changed drastically. He no longer cared about the demeanor of a clan leader and pushed the door open with a loud bang!

"Qinglan!"

He rushed into the inner room, and the sight before him made his pupils shrink.

Hinata Seiran slumped down in front of the table, his body swaying precariously, most of his face stained red with blood.

Fresh blood dripped down his jaw and onto the tatami mat, pooling into a small dark red puddle.