My Villainous Life Starting with Naruto

Chapter 142 The Tomb of the White Eyes

"Hyuga Yuto, watch your voice." Shimura Danzo stared intently at him.

"Every decision made in this room must consider the bigger picture!"

"The bigger picture?" Hyuga Yuto retorted without backing down.

"The name Minato Namikaze embodies the big picture."

With two loud thuds, Hiruzen Sarutobi tapped the table:

"Danzo, Yuto, this is the end for you two."

Danzo Shimura looked at Yuto with a sinister gaze and said nothing more.

It's conceivable that this kind of thing will happen again in the future, and the conflict between the old and the new will be even more intense when Minato Namikaze becomes Hokage.

Fortunately, these are just the growing pains of metabolism.

Hiruzen Sarutobi lit a cigarette, not intending to get involved too much, and waved his hand, signaling everyone to leave the office.

Hyuga Yuto left the Hokage Building and went to the back mountain of the Senju clan's territory, where he used the Summoning Jutsu to go to Shikkotsu Forest.

Miko's body floated in the breeding tank. Hyuga Yuto moved it out and placed it on a large tree branch, carefully maintaining the body using skin repair medical technology.

Soaking in the preservative solution for a long time will cause the skin to change color, and a slightly observant person will notice something is wrong. Hyuga Yuto must ensure that Miko looks lifelike, preferably with a rosy complexion and a bit of happy weight gain.

Miko's meeting with the Hyuga team took place two weeks before the New Year. Counting the time, there were still half a month until the "transaction day" agreed upon with Hiashi.

Yuto Hyuga hadn't heard a word about it, which clearly showed that Hiashi was keeping it a secret, even from his own clan.

Such a despicable act of digging one's own grave should indeed not be publicized.

After a long while, Hyuga Yuto stopped, glanced at Miko's corpse, and nodded in satisfaction.

The skin has been repaired, and subcutaneous fat has been specially filled in. Meizi is no longer thin, but rather plump. Before using it next time, just give the skin a color.

"Where can I find a plastic surgeon with such aesthetic sense as me..." Hinata Yuto muttered to himself as he preserved Miko's body.

……

A hooded man stood in front of a giant tree, activated a hidden mechanism, and stepped into the tree trunk.

A torch suddenly appeared before them, and under its orange glow, Hiashi Hyuga's face under his hood flickered in and out of focus, like an indistinct demon.

The old man holding the torch chuckled. Perhaps because he hadn't been in contact with the outside world for a long time, his laughter was eerie and unpleasant, somewhat like the hoarse voice of a night crow.

"Chief, have you also reached the age of death?"

"Don't joke around, I'm just here to pick up some things. Once I have them, I'll leave."

"This is the graveyard of the White Eyes. Apart from this old man, there are only countless corpses left."

The old man was very, very old, his skin withered and wrinkled like a decaying tree, but even though he lived year-round in an underground tomb with no living companions, his mind was as sharp as lightning:

"Chief, do you want the corpses of your clansmen?"

"Hmm." Hiashi Hyuga said calmly, then quickly added:

"I am the clan chief, I have this authority."

"As the clan chief, you naturally have it." The old man turned and walked ahead, holding a torch.

"Follow me, Chieftain. Don't look around or wander off. There are countless eyes watching us."

Hiashi shivered involuntarily. In the silent, boundless darkness, it seemed as if there were thousands upon thousands of gleaming white eyes.

Because he was so old, the old man moved very slowly, almost crawling. Hiashi followed behind him, initially feeling anxious, but eventually calmed down.

Like a pilgrimage.

"Why is our clan's most important sacred site built beneath this giant tree? And why are there so many wooden statues along the way..." Hiashi asked in bewilderment from the darkness.

"I thought I had gone to the sacred ground of the Senju clan."

The old man laughed again:

"When I was very young, my grandmother told me, 'The ultimate fate of our Hyuga clan is closely related to a tree.'"

"My grandmother was a rare kind of woman, strong and intelligent, surpassing most men in the ninja world. She trusted her own strength and disliked knowledge that went beyond the common sense of ninjutsu, but she was deeply fascinated by this sentence and often said it in my ear."

"What happened to her in the end?" asked Hiashigari.

"He died, killed by the Wood Release of the Thousand Hands of the Forest. That proves what they mean."

Hiashi Hyuga remained silent. He knew that when the old man was active in the ninja world, the ninja village system had not yet been established. The old man's grandmother lived in the tragic Warring States period, and it was commonplace for her to be killed by the Senju.

With heavy, muffled footsteps, they arrived at a wide platform where countless coffins were stuck in the soil, each containing the body of a Hyuga clansman.

"Please make yourself at home, Chieftain."

Hiashi nodded, took out a sealing scroll, and sealed the thirty corpses inside.

"It's done." Hiashi Hyuga's voice was filled with elation.

The two returned along the same route, with the old man still leading the way, holding a torch.

Perhaps due to excessive joy, or for some other reason, on the way back, Hiashi suddenly asked:

"How's life in the cemetery?"

"Same."

"What's the same?"

"They're all the same," the old man said calmly without turning around.

"Outside or inside, it's all the same. Our Hyuga clan is essentially a giant, lifeless graveyard... ever since the Caged Bird appeared."

Hiashi Hyuga's voice sent a chill down his spine:

Are you questioning your ancestors' decision?

"The older guys are all lying here. Even if I have doubts, no one can jump out and refute me, right?"

"...A caged bird is a powerful protective measure." Hiashi scoffed.

"Because of it, the Byakugan won't flow out, and the Hyuga clan can stand proudly for a thousand years. This is the bond of blood that binds our clan!"

"A bond?" The old man remained noncommittal.

"Just now, you took a total of thirty corpses, all of them members of the branch family."

"There are numbers on each coffin. You should be able to read them. They represent the dates they died. They were all poor guys who died in Konoha between 6 and 10 years ago."

"If you see them, you should call them uncle or aunt."

"But when you sealed their bodies, you showed no hesitation or gratitude, like a foolish thief who had just entered a vault."

"A bond? What a ridiculous metaphor..."

The two did not speak to each other again on the rest of the journey.

With a bang, the hidden door was opened again.

Under the sunlight, Rizu walked out expressionlessly.

The hidden door slowly closed, separating him from the old man once again.

"You are wrong. The Caged Bird Seal is never wrong. The Hyuga clan's glory is built upon this cursed seal!"

Just before the hidden door closed, Hiashi suddenly spoke.

He heard the old man seem to sigh.

The mechanism was locked, and the Tomb of the White-Eyed was once again hidden underground.

Hijika stood there for a long time, only waking up suddenly when dew dripped onto his eyelids.

"You are wrong." Hiashi suddenly murmured softly, and as his last words fell to the ground, his figure disappeared.

"You're not only wrong, you're also too old, Grandpa."

"You, who were once called 'Tennin'... have finally grown old."

"As a pathetic gravedigger, I'll just have to live on, barely clinging to life."

"I am right."

(End of this chapter)