My Villainous Life Starting with Naruto

Chapter 227 The Night of Konoha's 51st Anniversary (Part 2)

"Fire...fire!"

Hyuga Yoru was shocked and jumped up on the spot. He took off his clothes and fanned the flames in the distance. Then, realizing what he had done, he embarrassedly slapped himself and put his clothes back on.

Although he was only three and a half years old, Hyuga Yoru was, after all, a child of a great ninja clan. After calming down, he ran to the kitchen, wet a towel to cover his mouth and nose, and rushed out of the room according to his memory, running along the road towards the outside of the clan's territory.

However, the moment his feet touched the bluestone pavement, Hyuga Yoru fell to the ground with a thud.

"it hurts……"

He rubbed his bottom, his little face scrunched up like a bun, and by the light of the blazing fire, Hinata Yoru quickly realized what had tripped him up.

It was a twisted, severed finger.

He opened his eyes wide in horror, stood up and backed away, but was tripped over by the rolling head again.

This time, Hyuga Yoru took a hard fall and lay on the bluestone slab for a long time, unable to get up. But it was during this time that he saw everything around him clearly.

Blood, it was all blood.

The once glorious Hyuga clan, now stained crimson with an ominous hue, lay scattered with broken limbs. The traces of battle stretched from the main gate to the heart of the clan's territory, erasing all life.

"Mother……"

As he rose at night, fear, panic, and worry gnawed at his soul like ants.

The three-and-a-half-year-old boy ran and stumbled through the burning tribal land, the flying sparks scorching his hair, but Hinata seemed oblivious to the burning pain from the flames, running wildly like a madman.

Why did the ancestral land become like this?

do not know.

Who killed everyone?

do not know.

Where is Mom?

do not know.

Hinata Yoru knew nothing; he was simply driven by an indomitable will.

Barring unforeseen circumstances, the three-and-a-half-year-old child would have been burned alive in the fire.

But Hyuga Yoru survived.

Because he met someone.

The boy slowly emerged from behind an artificial hill in the clan's territory.

The boy was the kind of person you would never forget at first sight, with long hair that reached his waist, a blood-red kimono, and a handsome face as beautiful as jade, deeper than the night and more beautiful than the moon.

"I've finally found you..." he said softly, grabbing Hyuga Yoru and instantly breaking through the flames to arrive in front of the main house of the clan meeting.

With a click, the handsome young man opened the mechanism, revealing a deep underground chamber.

"Go inside. Judging by your appearance, you're definitely not as tall as the scroll behind me."

"You are... Lord Yuto! I've seen you in paintings!" The little boy, just over three years old, was quite clever. He tugged at the boy's sleeve and pleaded urgently.

"Can we find my mother? She...?"

"Sae Hinata?" the caged bird, its body stained with blood, murmured softly.

"She said her child had just turned three and was definitely shorter than this scroll, so she begged me to find you. I accepted her request, and in her..." He paused, a complex emotion flashing across his face:

"Before I kill her."

Hinata Yoru was struck dumb, barely able to comprehend the boy's words.

Kill? Kill whom?

Lord Yuto is the pride of the branch family, so it's about killing enemies? But the implication in his words is...

"Go inside." The boy nudged him.

"There's a fire outside, it's very dangerous."

Hyuga Yoru entered the underground chamber in a daze, and only after regaining her senses did she anxiously call out:

"Lord Yuto, can you help me find my mother?"

He received no response.

Just before the door to the secret room closed, the boy turned back and glanced at the other boy.

Unlike the brightly colored kimono stained with blood, the caged bird's expression was as pale as transparent moonlight. Yet, beneath the resolute determination to obliterate everything, an indescribable sorrow welled up in his eyes, like tears about to fall.

For many years afterward, Hyuga Yoru believed that the unforgettable sorrow was an illusion she had witnessed when she was young and experienced a great upheaval.

boom.

The gate closed, and the last child of the Hyuga clan who met the "survival requirements" entered.

Hyuga Yoru stared blankly at the heavy, insulated door as she walked down the steps.

The heart-wrenching cries echoed in the secret room. As he got closer, Hiyata Yoru saw that everyone there was about his age, including children and women with protruding bellies.

"Hyuga Yuto is a traitor! He... he killed my father and husband!"

"Waaah, Daddy..."

"Our clan leader died at his hands too. He'll go to hell one day... The Hokage will avenge our Hyuga clan!"

"Mommy, I want my mommy..."

"But is there really anyone who can kill him? I heard he wiped out the entire Dark Guard!"

"Waaah..."

Cries, curses, and sobs filled the small room. Various sounds flooded into Hyuga Yoru's ears. Even though they came from different people, these words all conveyed the same meaning—Hyuga Yuto betrayed the village and massacred his clan, killing everyone except those here!

Hinata Yoru fell to the ground, his face pale, but he didn't cry out like other children his age. Instead, he clutched the ears of his plush bear tightly and bit his lip.

After a long time, maybe two hours, maybe four hours, the door to the secret room was opened again.

"Just like Hinata Yuto said... These children and pregnant women are in the secret room. Let's bring them up and take them to the hospital first."

The Konoha ninja went down one by one and carried the Hyuga survivors up.

Hinata Yoru stepped onto solid ground. The sky had already brightened, and sunlight streamed down, turning the massive ruins golden.

As far as the eye could see, there were only collapsed and damaged buildings. The vast Hyuga clan territory had become a thing of the past overnight.

Hyuga Yoru suddenly went berserk, broke free from the nurse, ran deep into the ruins, and used his small, tender hands to dig through the rubble.

"Don't do that, child."

Just as Hyuga Yoru's hands were slashed and bleeding profusely, an aged voice appeared behind him:

"Those who betrayed the village exploited the flesh and blood of their own people... It may sound cruel, but the dead will never return."

The boy's body trembled, but he did not stop moving.

A look of sadness crossed the third generation's eyes. He took a puff of his pipe and continued to comfort him:

"Child, in the ninja world, there is a place called Pure Land. People go there after they die and continue to exist in a completely different way."

"It is said that the dust and sand of the Pure Land are reflected in the sky of the Ninja World, forming stars that can only be seen at night. That's right, your family will be watching over you from the sky."

"Where there are people, leaves will dance in the air, and the shadow of fire will illuminate everything. Yes, child, those who have passed away are always with us..."

Hyuga Yoru suddenly stood up, then fell to the ground with a thud.

Somewhere in the ruins, a boy lay lost and dejected, his murmurs carried on the wind, vanishing in an instant, so brief that only the world could hear them.

"But I want to see you again, Mom."

(End of this chapter)