My Villainous Life Starting with Naruto

Chapter 151 Ninety Years of Trials and Tribulations

A raging fire filled the sky, thick smoke billowed like a dragon, and carved beams and painted rafters were reduced to ashes.

Severed limbs, blood, screams, roars.

This is the dead of night that has dyed everything crimson.

"Ryusuke! Get inside!" The one-armed man in armor pushed the boy into the dark room.

"Don't go out until reinforcements arrive!"

"Father..." Hyuga Ryusuke shouted anxiously.

"Let me fight alongside you! I'm not afraid to die!"

"Don't be silly, you fool."

The one-armed man turned around, blood gushing from his left eye, the white of his eye gouged out by his enemy, making him look grotesque. But facing his child, this Hyuga clan chief, now vanished from history, still smiled.

"It is a disgrace for a father to let his son die in battle alongside him."

With a slam, the door to the dark room closed tightly.

Ryusuke Hinata went berserk, smashing the wall.

Blood flowed from his fists, and his bones were shattered, but the boy's will was as hard as iron, and he was unmoved by the pain.

After an unknown amount of time, the door to the dark room suddenly opened.

Reinforcements still haven't arrived, the main force of the clan has been diverted elsewhere, and the luxurious Hyuga clan territory has been reduced to ruins, with only scattered enemies collecting spoils.

Lying in the distance was the father, whose eyes had been gouged out and who had been dead for some time.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

Ryosuke Hyuga picked up a kunai and acted like a wild beast that had lost its mind.

No one saw the faint golden light gleaming in the boy's eyes.

……

Fifteen years later.

"Lord Ryusuke," the seemingly honest and unassuming branch family man said respectfully.

"The battlefield is just ahead."

"Hmm." Ryusuke Hinata plucked a new sprout from a blade of grass, put it in his mouth, chewed it, and sucked on its sweetness.

"Hey Ninth Brother, can you stop being so formal? We grew up together, and you keep calling me 'Lord Ryusuke,' it's too distant."

"Lord Ryusuke." The ninth brother bowed respectfully.

"There are distinctions based on lineage."

"I'll beat your grandpa to death..." Hyuga Ryusuke started to curse, but he stopped himself halfway through his sentence.

Forget it, we can't bully honest people. Old Jiu is too inflexible. It's just the two of us here, why be so fussy? Tsk tsk tsk, Old Jiu's getting married soon, I hope his descendants won't be as dense as him...

As Hyuga Ryusuke was lost in thought, a deafening battle suddenly erupted from the dense forest beneath his feet.

"They're here!" Ryusuke's eyes bulged with veins, his chakra surging and crackling.

"Those two children... are they the monsters the tribe talks about?"

"Yes, Lord Ryusuke." Ninth Brother nodded:

"One is a Senju, the other an Uchiha, both are ten years old."

A murderous glint flashed in Hyuga Ryusuke's eyes:

"That's impressive. It seems necessary to stay here for Hyuga's sake..."

"Lord Ryusuke, these two children are the eldest sons of their respective clan leaders. Killing them will provoke a furious revenge from the Senju and Uchiha clans. Moreover, the day after tomorrow is the day you become the clan leader. Please consider the clan's future."

"...Hmph." Ryusuke suppressed the urge to attack.

"I didn't realize you had such a good sense of the big picture."

"You flatter me, Lord Ryusuke." The Ninth Prince remained as honest and unassuming as ever.

"These are all things my uncle taught me, oh, the one you just killed."

"Hahaha, Ninth Brother, I knew you were a sly and mischievous little devil... Hahahaha..."

……

Forty years later (the first year of Konoha)

"How is it? This is our village!"

The man in the divine robes laughed loudly, his long hair hanging down to his waist, and the divine light in his eyes was so bright that even the sun dared not provoke him.

The leaders of the various ninja clans stood behind him, and even the most iron-willed warriors couldn't help but feel a pang of tenderness in their hearts.

This is Konoha, a place where one's descendants can grow up without worry!

Ryusuke Hyuga stared blankly at the Hokage Building. Years of fighting had brought his body to the brink of collapse, and he was often tormented by excruciating pain in the middle of the night. But at this moment, none of that mattered.

The desire for peace that had been growing deep in my heart since the night my father died in battle has finally been fulfilled.

"Ryusuke." Just then, a voice rang out behind him.

Without turning around, Ryusuke Hyuga knew who it was.

"...Ban, what's wrong?"

"Let's go out and have some fun tonight. If it's you, it should make me happy for a while."

"Oh? I thought that apart from Hashirama, other ninjas weren't considered human in your eyes."

"He's the Hokage now, too busy, and besides... you're practically half a person."

"Hahaha……"

"By the way, what about that branch family guard who's always by your side? His recovery is passable."

"He's dead." Ryusuke Hyuga clenched his fists subconsciously, muttering "Kill me, kill me" in his mind, but in the end he didn't turn on him on the spot.

Old Nine died three years ago.

He died at the hands of... the Sharingan user.

……

Forty-eight years later (Konoha Year 8)

"hidden--"

The coffin, entwined with green vines, disappeared into the rain.

Ryosuke Hinata lowered his eyelids, letting the tears slide down his face.

Madara left the village and was killed in the Valley of the End.

After returning, Hashirama's health deteriorated day by day, and he died last night. He was given a grand funeral befitting a Kage.

In the end, you two young guys actually got to go before me... Hyuga Ryosuke thought to himself as he turned around and met the eyes of his clansmen.

In their white eyes, burning desire and ambition gleamed.

The God of Ninjas is dead, and the man with the terrifying eyes is buried in the Valley of the End.

There is no ninja stronger than Tennin in the world.

Who, besides Ryusuke Hyuga, would dare to take the position of Second Hokage?

I heard that the First Hokage favored Tobirama Senju... Haha, just kidding. Aren't ninjas just about who has the biggest fist?

The prospect of seizing power in the future was vaguely appearing in the minds of the Hyuga clan members.

However, no one expected that this legendary ninja would leave the village forever on the very night that Hashirama Senju was buried.

Before he left, he only left one sentence for the clan.

"For a remnant of the Warring States period like myself, the only suitable place is the grave."

……

Eighty-nine years and eleven months later (Konoha Year 50)

The old and frail Ryosuke Hyuga stared at the swirling cloud of energy before him, his eyes gleaming with gold.

He vaguely smelled the scent of the Damp Bone Forest.

"Strange...is this related to slugs?"

He moved his fingers, feeling the sudden surge of chakra and eye power.

That's even stranger.

"Hmm, before I die, I should stretch my legs a bit and go check on that restless caged bird..."

……

Ninety years later (now)

"I am not anyone's slave."

The clear voice of the boy from the branch family reached his ears, and Hyuga Ryusuke froze on the spot.

The ninety-year-old man vaguely sensed that the caged bird before him was a ninja who had never appeared before, and that its pure white eyes would one day turn into the color of a sage, igniting war throughout the entire world.

I'll beat you to death, Ninth Brother! I knew you were a cunning and wicked little devil...

As Hyuga Ryusuke thought this, the next moment, his body began to disintegrate.

From the skin, to the blood vessels, to the bones, and to every single cell.

Chakra is not a panacea after all.

Death is consuming Ryusuke Hinata's body.

The old man, enduring excruciating pain, looked at the young man who had separated from his family, a slight smile playing on his lips:

"According to the rules of the Warring States period, you have the right to dispose of my corpse. The old man's body is destined to be completely disintegrated, but these eyes at least have some of the essence of an immortal, so they can be preserved. Do with them however you like."

"Hmm." Hyuga Yuto seemed to sigh:

"I guarantee that your eyes can see the final...end of the Hyuga clan."

"Alright, it's fine if I die knowing the truth." The old man paused, seemingly hesitant, until his body began to disintegrate at an increasingly rapid pace, before finally saying:

"Ahem, um... that Senju girl from earlier, she's Hashirama's granddaughter, right? What's your relationship with her...?"

"Master and disciple."

"Nonsense! You know exactly what I mean, you two, cough cough, have secretly pledged your lives to each other?"

"...Not that fast yet."

"Not so fast, not so fast... You don't seem like the kind of reckless kid who can't keep his mouth shut. So, are you sure you've got your hands on it?"

"..."

"Well done!" The old man slapped his thigh excitedly, his muscles and skin cracking with each beat, but he seemed oblivious to it, and burst into loud laughter.

"Hashirama's nose is practically pointing to the sky. His Wood Release is amazing, but so what? His precious granddaughter still got her under the thumb of our Hyuga clan's young men, didn't she?"

"When we go down to the underworld later, I'm going to have a good drink with him, hahaha..."

The old man's vision gradually blurred, and darkness rapidly engulfed everything around him.

In the instant before his consciousness sank forever, many images flashed through his mind.

The father's blood-soaked back, the honest and simple face of the ninth son, Hashirama's hearty laughter, Madara's proud crimson Sharingan... and finally, the bright and pure eyes of the branch family boy, which are fixed in his pupils.

Ninety years of trials and tribulations, ninety years of rain and snow, he began his ninja career with a thirst for revenge, and left this world with triumphant laughter.

What a...wonderful life.

(End of this chapter)