Age of Clans
Hyuga Tojo, the younger brother of the clan head of the Hyuga, marched nervously with his retainers towards the stronghold of the Senju Clan. The path was fraught with tension, as Senju scouts patrolling the perimeter challenged their approach. However, upon identifying himself, Tojo was allowed past, the scouts' wary eyes never leaving him.
As the imposing silhouette of the Senju castle came into view, Tojo was awe-struck. The sheer wooden structure, reinforced to be as hard as metal, glowed with seal runes that littered the exterior. It was a fortress unlike any he had seen. Inside, a bustling city awaited, filled with merchants, Senjus, and foreign dignitaries. The sheer wealth and influence of the Senju Clan were undeniable, a stark contrast to the nomadic lifestyle of most shinobi clans. Tojo couldn't help but whistle in amazement at the sight.
The transformation of the Senju Clan into a burgeoning empire puzzled him. How the Fire Daimyo had come to tolerate, even endorse, their presence to such an extent was a complete mystery. As Tojo marveled at his surroundings, a Senju escort noticed his reaction and smirked. "Is everything all right, lord Hyuga?" she asked, her tone laced with a hint of amusement.
Tojo nodded nervously. "Yes, everything is fine," he replied, trying to mask his unease.
The escort nodded and led him through the bustling streets to the main citadel atop the fortress city. The path was lined with intricate carvings and guarded by vigilant Senju warriors. Tojo was ushered into a lavishly furnished meeting room. For whatever its worth the Senju Clan were a generous host. Lavish refreshments were offered, and he couldn't help but marvel at the opulence of his surroundings.
A few moments later, Uzumaki Mito, the wife of the clan head Senju Hashirama, entered the room. Clad in immaculate robes adorned with flowers and silk, she exuded a regal presence that rivaled any princess Tojo had ever encountered. Her very demeanor commanded respect and awe.
Tojo bowed deeply, presenting his tribute of gold bars, jewelry, katanas, and kunai. Mito's retainers accepted the gifts and took them outside, leaving the two alone in the room.
"Hyuga Tojo," Mito began, her voice as smooth as silk, "we are honored by your visit and your generous offerings. What news do you bring?"
Tojo straightened, steeling himself for the conversation ahead. "Lady Mito, I come seeking an alliance, a mutual understanding between our clans. The world is changing, and I believe it is in our best interest to foster cooperation and strength."
Mito paused and stared at him for a while. "Forgive me, Tojo-san," Mito said, "you are second in line to be the clan head, not the clan head. Forgive me if I sound insolent here, but do you speak on behalf of the clan head?"
"No offense taken, Mito-sama," Tojo said as he bowed deeply, and Mito nodded.
"The clan head still believes he can hold out in the siege against the Iron Country's Daimyo. While we have felled many a samurai, but they still outnumber us three to one," Tojo said, and Mito nodded in understanding.
Mito's expression softened, yet her eyes remained sharp. "The Senju-Uzumaki alliance has offered the Hyugas many deals, many of them quite profitable. However, the clan head has denied them every time. Some of the refusals were quite vulgar."
Tojo bowed his head further, his voice filled with genuine remorse. "I apologize on behalf of the clan, Mito-sama. The tide is beginning to turn amongst the Hyugas. We are no longer content to be nomadic or to die at the hands of fanatical samurai. The pressure is mounting against the clan head."
He paused for a moment, his eyes meeting Mito's with a steely determination. "If there were a change in leadership, the Hyugas would be more amenable to the Senju offers."
Mito considered this, her fingers tapping lightly on the armrest of her chair. "And who could possibly replace the infamous Hyuga Garou? And what could the Senju and Uzumaki do?"
Tojo straightened, confidence evident in his posture. "The right-minded leadership is ready to take over and begin negotiating with the Senjus immediately."
Mito nodded, her eyes narrowing slightly at the implication. "However," Tojo continued, his voice lowering, "Garou has loyalists within the clan. We cannot eliminate them all lest we deplete our numbers too much."
He hesitated before speaking again, choosing his words carefully. "We have heard of the legendary prowess of the Uzumaki clan when it comes to seals," he trailed off, watching Mito's reaction closely. "If there was a seal that could enlighten the more rebellious Hyugas to the right path, things would be much more efficiently run for the new alliance."
Mito's eyes widened slightly, then she leaned back in her chair, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. "You are suggesting a seal to influence their loyalty," she said slowly, her voice thoughtful. "That is a grave request, Tojo-san. Such a seal could alter the very essence of your clan's future."
Tojo nodded solemnly. "I understand the gravity of my request, Mito-sama. But our situation is dire. The survival and prosperity of the Hyuga Clan depend on it."
Mito's gaze bore into Tojo's, weighing his words and the sincerity behind them. After a long silence, she spoke. "I will discuss this with Hashirama. The implications are vast, and the consequences must be carefully considered."
Tojo bowed deeply once more. "Thank you, Mito-sama. The Hyugas are prepared to do what is necessary for the future of our clan and for the alliance."
Mito nodded, her mind already turning over the possibilities and the risks. "Very well, Tojo-san. We will see what can be done. For now, enjoy our hospitality and rest assured that your request will be given the consideration it deserves. You will have your answer by the first light tomorrow."
Tojo nodded as the Uzumaki retainers led him to guest suite of the citadel for the evening.
The Next Day
Hashirama and Mito sat in their throne-like chairs, directly facing Tojo. Tobirama, the younger brother, stood to the side, his piercing gaze fixed on Tojo. Tojo couldn't help but feel a mixture of amusement and anxiety. Did Tobirama really think Tojo could harm Hashirama, much less kill him, before being obliterated? The idea was almost laughable.
Breaking the tense silence, Hashirama smiled warmly. "Welcome to the nascent Konohagakure no Sato, Tojo-san. I am pleased that the Hyugas have begun to see the light."
Tojo bowed deeply, his voice respectful. "Thank you, Hashirama-sama, for granting me this audience."
Hashirama continued, "I have discussed the more... complicated matter of your request with Mito. Our answer is yes."
Mito handed a large scroll to Tojo, her expression serene yet commanding. "I personally drew the designs for this seal," she said, her tone implying that Tojo should be grateful for her effort.
Tojo's face lit up with gratitude. "Thank you, Mito-sama, Hashirama-sama. You will not regret this decision. The Hyugas will forever walk side by side with the Konoha alliance."
Hashirama nodded warmly. "We are pleased to hear that, Tojo-san. Let us discuss what the future relationship will look like."
Mito unrolled a map, pointing out premium locations within Konoha where the Hyugas could settle. "These areas will be highly profitable for your clan," she explained.
Hashirama added, "In return for our protection and these prime locations, the Hyugas must provide a 10% annual tax of their revenues to Konoha."
Tojo bristled at the high percentage. "That is a large amount," he said cautiously.
Hashirama smiled diplomatically. "Even the Senju and Uzumaki clans contribute such amounts. Konoha will be doing a lot for the Hyugas. This is a fair arrangement."
Tojo nodded reluctantly. "Since the Hyugas will be the first settler clan in Konoha, as seniors, we should have the right to first loot after every battle."
Tojo internally smirked. Lets see how they deal with that.
Hashirama's smile tightened slightly. "Barring specific artifacts, the Hyugas will have the right to first loot."
Damn. Tojo thought.
The two men shook hands, sealing their agreement. They signed the document, formalizing their alliance.
Tojo's retainer whispered something in his ear, and Tojo nodded. "Hashirama-sama, as part of our new relationship, I wish to officially file Konoha's first mission."
Hashirama's curiosity was piqued. "What is it, Tojo-san?"
"To ensure the success of the Hyuga mission, I would like to request Senju backup in the Iron Country. This will help reduce casualties and ease our migration to Konoha, as rival clans or new villages would be hesitant to attack such a formidable force."
Hashirama nodded in agreement, pulling out an invoice to document the mission details. He signed and stamped it. "Tobirama," he called, "step forward and gather a force to escort Tojo-san and his clan to the mission area."
Tojo's eyes widened in disbelief before he restrained himself. The legendary Tobirama will personally follow us? Our victory is all but guaranteed.
Hashirama winked cheekily. "Consider it a gesture of our new alliance."
Tojo bowed deeply once more. He couldn't help but place orders for several new silk robes from Konoha's merchants. After all, the new head of the Hyuga clan must look the part.
A Few Years After The Kyubi Attack
Hinata stirred from her sleep, the soft whispers of dawn barely illuminating her room, when the door slid open abruptly. Her retainers, faces tight with urgency, surrounded her bed.
"Hinata-sama, you must wake up. Your father has summoned you," one of them said, their tone leaving no room for hesitation.
Hinata's heart raced as she sat up, confused and slightly apprehensive. "W-what's happening?" she stammered, but her questions were ignored as they pulled her from the warmth of her futon and ushered her towards the bath.
She winced as they scrubbed her with vigor, the roughness of their actions causing her to bite back a yelp. "Please, be gentler," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the splashing water. But the retainers continued, their focus unwavering.
As they dried her off and began working on her hair, one retainer tugged too harshly, eliciting a rare flash of anger from the usually timid Hinata. "That's enough!" she snapped, yanking her head away. For a moment, her anxiety was overshadowed by irritation, her lavender eyes narrowing at the offending retainer.
The room fell silent, the retainers exchanging startled glances before quickly resuming their tasks with more care. Hinata sighed, her momentary courage fading as quickly as it had come.
Dressed in her best kimono, a deep indigo adorned with delicate silver embroidery, she was led out of her room. Her father's personal bodyguards flanked her, a significant change from her usual accompaniment by Neji. Her unease grew with each step, the purpose of this sudden summons still unclear.
As they walked through the streets of Konoha, the village just beginning to stir, Hinata's eyes widened in surprise. The heirs of various clans and military elite lined her path. She recognized Shikamaru, who was half-carried by his guard, still dozing and oblivious to the world around him. Ino was nearby, arguing vehemently with her guard about the state of her dress, her usual confidence undiminished.
Kiba and Shino were there too, along with several others. The sight of so many familiar faces only deepened Hinata's confusion. What could be the reason for this gathering?
Before she could ponder further, Ino spotted her and broke away from her guard, bounding over with a broad grin. "Hinata! You're here too!" she exclaimed, enveloping her in a tight hug.
Hinata returned the embrace, albeit more gently. "Ino, what's going on?"
Ino pulled back, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I have no idea, but look at all of us! It must be one helluva party planned!" she boasted loudly, drawing the attention of those nearby. Soon they were lead furtheer into the village. Through areas she was pretty sure she had never seen before. Even the clan bodyguards were confused but followed a grey haired shinobi through the village. They came face to face with a large compound with lush greenery and exotic trees. Just by standing outside the compound she could tell that the residents of the area must be very wealthy. Strangely enough, the people manning the walls of the compound were all in plain clothes. Even the vendors with carts full were in plain clothes, just sitting idly by.
"Strange huh" Ino whispered to now awakened Shikamaru who was hyperalert.
"I am surprised you noticed it too. Not a sight you see everyday." He said. Hinata overcame her nervousness and approached the duo,.
"Shikamaru-san, Ino-san – What is going on?" She asked and Ino stared at her annoyance before she covered it up.
"Somebody hasn't being attention to their lessons." Ino mocked before Shikamaru shot her an annoyed glance.
"Focus Hinata." He said, "Look carefully. The forearms of these people are pumped and knuckles bruised."
Hinata frowned still not understanding.
"They are undercover shinobi, you damned idiot." Ino spat.
"An entire artificial section of the village has been created to protect whoever is inside. They must be very important." Shikamaru.
Their pondering was interrupted by the sound of their lead guide talking with the guard.
"All right Kakashi everything seems to be in order. You may proceed." He said, "But you still owe us beers from last week!"
"Ma! Ma!" Kakashi chided, "I will definitely come around Tenzo-san. Now before the kids eat me alive, let me in."
They were soon guided througha cobbled path through an exotic garden containing a myriad of albaster statues and garden furniture. Soon enough they were infront of a manor. The one called Kakshi didn't take the front door but guided them around and left them in a large backyard with several toys and swings you would expect to see in a park. There was also training equipment back there for genin-level neonates.
Several steps away from them was a large gazebo where several people stood drinking ice teas and smooking a hookah. There was also a presence of a shinobi squad maintaining the perimeter around the gazebo. They were all blonde and some looked as if they might be related to each other. Ino eagerly ran towards one of the ladies in an exotic dress exclaiming, "Mom!"
She hugged the woman, "They woke us up at 9:00 in the morning!" and whined.
"Who does that? Us princesses need our beauty sleep!" Ino whined and her mom look a bit embarassed as the main guest who sat in a throne like chair laughed.
"Truly your daughter takes after you. I remember when sensei had us up at 5 Am for wilderness training. You whined non-stop and loud enough to wake all the hibernating bears!" The lady said and the crowed politely chuckled. Ino's mom gently swatted the lady on her arm. Try as she might, Hinata just couldn't focus on the lady's face. Every time she looked at her too deeply, it was as if either her appearance changed or there was a blurred object infront of her. All she could make out was the lady's rich long red hair. Hinata silently willed her byakugan to activate.
A shinobi appeared behind her, "Hyuga-sama, I must ask that you refrain from that."
Hinata panicked at that and turned off her eyes. Soon the back doors to the mansion opened up and two children with red hair similar to the lady appeared looking at the other kids with nervous anticipation.
Ino's mom stepped up from the gazebo towards where they were, "Well what are you waiting for children? Pip pip! This playdate wasn't cheap." And then left.
The children stared awkwardly at each other before Ino broke the ice, "Hi I'm Yamanka Ino. How are y'all?"
The boy stepped first, "Hi! I am Uzumaki Shinji! Nice to meet ya!"
The girl followed in her brother's footsteps, "Hi! I'm Uzumaki Nene!"
Cracks In Unity
Hyuga Hizashi stood at the edge of the arena, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and pride as he watched his son, Neji, dominate the grand tournament hosted at the academy. Each move Neji made was precise, a testament to his skill. It was as if the heavenly ancesstors themselves were guiding his fists to victory.
The attending shinobi buzzed with admiration. A few likened him to academy legends such as Uchiha Itachi and Hatake Kakashi. Hizashi's ears picked up a trecherous sould even comparing his scores to those of Namikaze Minato, the highest-ranking academy graduate ever. Hizashi grinned, Neji was only 20 points shy of the Yondaime Hokage.
As Neji dispatched his final opponent with a flawless strike to the enemy's chest, the crowd erupted in applause. Hizashi's chest swelled with pride, and for a moment, he allowed his imagination to wander.
He envisioned Neji defending the village against insurmountable odds,
Neji gaining incredible power and respect within Konoha.
Neji rising through the ranks, becoming a Jonin, and perhaps even making it as Jounin commander. Wrestling the seat away for once from the Naara. Hizashi never dared to have such dreams for himself.
He hoped that the Hyuga elder council might spare Neji the grim fate that marked Hizashi's own life—the cursed seal of the branch family. But as quickly as these hopeful visions came, they turned dark. He saw the main branch of the Hyuga clan looking down upon Neji with jealousy, plotting against him. His marriage proposals denied, his promotions blocked, all because of the same bitter politics that had plagued Hizashi's life.
The nightmare intensified. He saw Neji forcibly restrained as a seal was drawn on his forehead with a red-hot kunai. The image shifted to Hinata, the clan head's seemingly inept daughter, in a fit of jealous rage, activating the seal and causing Neji permanent brain death.
It was as if the world was spinning beneath his feet. Hizashi felt a cold sweat break out across his skin, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he was trapped in the horrors of his mind.
"Father?" A gentle shake broke through his nightmare. Hizashi startled, his eyes focusing on Neji standing before him, his brow furrowed with concern, a trophy held tightly in his hand.
"Is everything okay?" Neji asked softly, his eyes searching his father's face.
Hizashi forced a smile, pushing the dark visions aside. "Yes, Neji, everything is fine. I'm just so proud of you," he said, his voice steadying. "How about we celebrate? I'll take you to your favorite pizza parlor."
Neji's face lit up with a rare, genuine smile. "That sounds great, Father."
Hizashi tightly gripped his son's shoulders. Come what may, he would never allow Neji to live a life slavery that he did. No matter what it took.
The Next day,
The tension in the office threatened to ignite at any moment. Hyuga Hizashi sat across his elder brother and clan head, Hyuga Hiashi.
"Hiashi, big brother, I beg you, don't proceed with the ceremony," Hizashi pleaded, his voice thick with emotion. "Neji doesn't need the cursed seal on his forehead. He is loyal to the clan through and through. His victories have brought great honor to the clan. If we play our cards right, he can be the next Jounin commander of the village. Think of the possibilities here."
Hiashi remained unmoved,"Tradition demands that branch house members bear the seal to protect the bloodline's secrets."
"You and I know both know damne-" Hizashi's fists clenched in frustration and he calmed himself. "The seal doesn't do much against biological theft. Its sole purpose is to enforce a top-down hierarchy that represses merit. Have it tested by either Orochimaru or Tsunade-sama, they will say the same."
"Now whatever made you say that?" Hiashi smiled as he mocked his implication.
Hizashi glanced towards the framed picture of the legendary invoice with the stamp of Hashirama Senju and Hyuga Tojo's signature hanging on the wall. Hiashi followed his gaze and smiled again. "You haven't made much of a case, Hizashi," he said flippantly. "Dismissed."
But Hizashi remained seated. "The clan is in decline," he stated, his voice unwavering, immediately gaining Hiashi's full attention.
Hizashi continued, "Fewer and fewer Hyuga youth are barely clearing the chunin exams, and fewer still attain the rank of jounin. With the Senjus and Uzumakis gone, the only rivals we have are the Uchihas. Despite being repressed by the Sandaime Hokage, the Uchihas now control the military police force. They are granted a greater number of seats in the academy and are expanding their influence. Uchiha Itachi is now considered the second coming of Yondaime Hokage."
Hiashi snorted at that but Hizashi continued, "At this rate, we should've had a Hyuga Hokage by now but that hasn't happened. Even with no political competitors, we are still lagging."
Hiashi waved his hand dismissively. "The clan is going through a low phase right now. We will be back."
Hizashi's voice rose, demanding attention. "How will we be back? Military families of non-clan members now hold top positions. The others clans have outsmarted us. The Naras have the Jounin commander. Ibiki Morino practically runs the intelligence wing with Yugao Uzuki as his heir apparent. Danzo Shimura controls ROOT. What position do the Hyuga command in the village? FOB Thunder and Fire are run by shinobi of civilian heritage. A century has passed and a shinobi of civilian heritage, Minato, became Hokage, but no Hyuga has ever been ANBU head, Police Chief, Jounin commander, or FOB head. Much less a Hokage."
"Careful, Hizashi. Careful." Hiashi demanded but Hizashi was unmoved. Unfortunately, this only provoked Hizashi to double down.
Hizashi's voice took on a sharper edge. "Meanwhile, our heiress can't even deal with a kitchen mouse and panics at the sight of a kunai. At the age of seven, she is showing signs of obesity from munching on sweets all day. Is this the future of the Hyugas? Even Hanabi has shown more martial prowess than Hinata despite being only a year younger. She consistently beats Hinata in taijutsu matches. Is Hinata the person you want to entrust the clan to? At this rate, your decisions will render the Hyugas extinct while the Naras, Akimichis, Aburames, and Yamanakas feast on our corpse."
"You will not talk about my daughter like that." Hiashi spat, "Did you forget who her mother is? Grandaughter of Hyuga Tojo. Respect Hizashi! Respect!"
"Au contraire, my dear brother. I know exactly who the mothers of Hyuga and Hannabi are. Did you forget I was the one who covered for your dalliances with the whore from Iwa? I know exactly who Hinata's mother is. Pity your lovely mistress isn't around anymore to order you about like a dog." Hizashi spat. "Did she promise you that Hinata would wear our mother's jewels while Hanabi, the true heiress, would get scraps? Is that why you haven't brought the rod down upon Hinata yet?"
"Hanabi is getting the seal too. I have no favorites, even amongst my blood. The greater good is all that matters." Hiashi spat out through gritted teeth.
"Whose greater good? The clan's or your favorites whores?" Hizashi shot back.
In a flash of anger, he lashed out and slapped Hizashi across the face. "Keep your insolent tongue silent!" he roared, his voice echoing through the hall.
Hizashi staggered back, his cheek stinging from the blow, but his eyes remained defiant. "This is not about insolence, Hiashi. It's about survival. It's about the future of our clan. If we continue down this path, there will be no Hyuga Clan left to speak of. You are a traitor!"
Hizashi instantly regretted the words as he saw the Hiashi form the dreaded hand seal. Pain instantly flared in his skull as if a rusted kunai was digging through his skull without an anaesthesia. Hizashi roared uncontrollably in pain but no relief came. Hiashi laughed sadistically as he saw his brother writhe in pain. Other Hyugas now burst into the room followign the scheme.
"Lord Hiashi, let go!" One of his cousins grabbed his shoulders.
"My lord this is kin slaying. If he dies the scandal would ruin us." Another cousin said and forcefully pulled his fingers apart, ending Hizashi's torment.
"Get this dog out of here." Hiashi commanded and the others carried a whimpering Hizashi away.
A Few Months Later
Hizashi forcibly controlled the nervous tick in his hand. His hands couldn't remain in control due to the brain damage from that night. It also "forced" him into an early retirement from active duty. All his efforts had been in vain. Both Hanabi and Neji had been branded in a sealing ceremony the very next day while Hizashi was in the ICU.
He had failed. He had failed his son. He had failed his niece.
All so could the cowardly wretch Hinata could be elevated to the clan head in a fast track without any rivals. The clan had slowly turned from a meritocracy into a monarchy. Not that there was a fair meritocracy in first place. But atleast the mainbranch maintained a veneer of normalcy and merit. Now in family gatherings, the main branch didn't even sit together with the branch family. The branch family sat on a raised platform from where they could leerd down on the branch family. Even the utensils for both had been reserved. The branch family couldn't even drink from the same bottles that the main family used.
All of them stood in the grand arena of the Hyuga clan. Various new shinobi fought each other in order to show off their skills to elder and hopefully the clan head's favor.
Hanabi faced off against Hinata. And even the main branch family couldn't hold in their snickers at the farce before them. Hanabi completely outclassed Hinata in every department. Her footward was immaculate as he dodged, bobbed, and weaved from Hinata's strike. Despite landing a few blows, Hanabi was lethal. She attacked only when she needed, like a skilled surgeon making the fewest possible cuts. Meanwhile, Hinata was nearly out of breath from carrying her large frame. She was audibly panting and her left arm was almost limp, courtesy of Hanabi's lethal barrage. Hinata in desperation looked towards her father for guidance. He nods at her and Hizashi immediately made to leave the room. He didn't need much to know what Hiashi had conveyed to Hinata. Hannabi's sudden agonizing scream followed by the sound of a Byukagun strike knocking her out was proof enough.
If the man was mad enough to sujbect his daughter to such madness and depravity, he won't spare any other. This madness had gone far enough. He had tried diplomatically to appeal to his brother's morals. With the damage Kyubi's attack had wrought on Konoha, he could afford to be stealthy on the village while the entire intelligence apparatus was focused on Kumo and Iwa's potential invastion.
Now it was time to wield a dagger of his own and slit Hiashi's throat with it.
Infiltration
The incident with Hiashi had rendered Hizashi an unspoken persona non grata within the Hyuga clan. He could only enter the clan premises to attend his Neji's performances, but beyond that he wasn't welcome. Hizashi had made a big ruckus of packing his belongings and shifting outside the clan. He had deliberately gotten drunk and spilled out nonsense as loud as possible so that it could be reported to the right people. And so it had been done. One night while exercising in his new house, a door knock alerted Hizashi. In walked the man of the hour he had been hoping to see.
Shimura Danzo of ROOT.
A man who hated Sarutobi for being Tobirama Senju's favorite and having a clan status bestowed upon him. Back in the day, Danzo had been quite popular with the forces. Almost as popular as Hiruzen. So to gain his political supprot Danzo had been made head of the ANBU. After he completed his regulated tenure, Danzo had been forced to retire and take up administrative duties. But Hiruzen had understimated how far Danzo's tentacles had spread within the special forces.
From there, through dubious financing, he had carved out his force to enforce his vision of Konoha upon the word. The ROOT. For Hizashi this was an opportunity to get close to the intelligence files of the special forces and gain access to his targets. For Danzo, he would get a veteran of the 3rd war on his side. And then leap frog from him to recruit more Hyuga shinobi in ROOT.
This is where Hyuga Hiashi saw the other Uchiha prodigy skulking nearby one of the ROOT buildings. Uchiha Shisui. Shisui of the Body flicker to be more precise. Danzo vehemently hated the presence of any and all Uchiha shinobi within the special forces. Hoping to stoke the traditional Uchiha and Hyuga rivalry, he had assinged Hizashi to monitor the Uchiha threat. More specifically, he wanted Uchiha Shisui dead.
Hizashi knew he had one chance at this, to take Shisui by surprise and impress him. If the fight lasted longer for 10 seconds, he would be toast. He narrowed his eyes and in a burst of energy appeared behind Shisui. The Uchiha tried to substitute away but Hizashi struck him clean in the face, knocking him out. Shisui fell down like a pile of bricks. Hizashi prodded the body with his foot and disappeared in a plume of smoke. Soon his neck felt the cold sharp press of a kunai and Hizashi smirked.
"The rumors don't do you enough justice, Uchiha Shisui. You are far greater than them." Hizashi said. The young Uchiha wasn't as comfortable in such circumstances as the older man. He was more direct.
"Who are you? Why have you been following me?" Shisui demanded.
"I have been protecting you young one. Technology has advanced significantly since your academy days. Surveillance cameras can now pick up on heat signatures and singificant genjusty activities." Hiashi said, "You must work on your bunshins and genjutsus more significantly to fool them."
Shisui hardened the Kunai on Hizashi's neck. "Considering I haven't been caught. I must be doing something correct."
"You haven't been caught because I have been editing the footage, young master Uchiha." Hizasi said.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT!" Shisui whispered angrily and briefly drew blood.
"My name is Hyuga Hizashi. I am an agent of ROOT." Hizashi said and Shisui immediately paled at the implication.
"I don't represent ROOT right now." Hizashi said quickly. "I need you to pass on a message to the seniors in your clan."
"Oh yeah, why can't you do it yourself." Shisui said.
"Because, young man, if I went even kilometer near Uchia Mikoto, it would raise red flags in the mind of every counter-intelligence agent." Hizashi said. "There is a great threat to the Uchiha and I believe I can help."
"What threat? What are you talking about?" Shisui demanded, "This is your last chance old man. Talk plainly or I will split your throat right here, right now. ROOT shinobi be damned."
"I know you Uchiha's are planning a coup against the Sandaime. You believe this alleviate your economic and social woes. Trust me, it won't. You are walking right into the Sandaime's trap. He will kill you all in an instant and not shed a single tear. You don't become Kami no Shinobi without a few bloodletting every now and then." Hizashi said. "Even if you did win, you don't have the numbers to maintain control of the village. None of the other clans are your allies. The Hyuga alone outnumber you 2 to 1. Aburame and Akimichis might stay neutral – but the civie shinobis and the rest will tear you apart."
Shisui didn't bother responding and stabbed Hizashi in the throat. To his surprise the body dissolved into a water.
"Water clone." Shisui spat through gritted teeth. "How clever…"
In an abandoned bunker somewhere in the Forest of Death, Hizashi collapsed upon his chair. He frantically looked for his injection as he felt his heart beat get weaker by the second. He pulled the lid off and plunged it in his thight. Instant boost of energy flowed through him and Hizashi collasped on his bed.
Maintaining such a powerful and complex Jutsu to fool the legendary Sharingan had shaved years off Hizashi's shinobi career. He felt his chakra carrying veins groan and protest under the sheer strain he had put them through. But Hizashi consoled himself as he looked at a goofy picture of Neji and Hanabi gobbling down ice cream in happier times.
It was all worth it.
Wave Country
The place was serene. So unlike the life back at home. Uchiha Mikoto couldn't help but wonder if all those gnostic and Buddhist monks had a point – that heaven was a state of mind. Despite being miles ahead from her "home" and without her usual retinue of guards – Mikoto felt more protected her than anyplace else. The gentle hum of the waves filled the air, mingling with the soft chatter of patrons at the beachside café. The scent of saltwater and freshly brewed coffee wafted together, creating a peaceful ambiance.
For a brief moment Mikoto's treacherous mind contemplated running away. She still kept her shinobi skills sharp and could run away. Run away from the impending coup and military retaliation, the non-stop surveilance, the fighting, the butchery, and more. She already had Satsuki with her.
Itachi…
Itachi would do just fine her treacherous mind whispered. He was twice the shinobi two of her put together would be. He would get a hefty sum of money from her once her dead man's switch/insurance kicked in. With that money, he could become a missing-nin and not have to do missions
She could take Satsuki, perhaps to a neutral country. She could run away to Iron country and raise her as a samurai. Away from all the shinobi politics. A sharingan wielding samurai would make quick work of many shinobi. Lord Mifune might even be conviced to keep her secrets.
Hells, she could make it to the port cities near the end of all the majors and hop on the vessels going on exploratory voyages to other worlds. Not even Konoha would chase her tha far, right?
But then her mind trailed to other things.
Fugaku. Her love. She would be abandoning him when he needed her the most. Despite it being an arranged marriage and Fugaku looking every bit the sterotypical macho man, he had been a surprisingly gentle husband. He took her advice on everything and trained with her. He made her laugh and a played a wicked Ukeule. If only he would agree to it… If he agreed, Mikoto would burn her Hitai-ate in a nano second. But he won't. He was a man's man. He wouldn't leave behind their aunts, uncles, nephews, nieces, friends, and relatives to Sandaime's bloody swords.
He wasn't a coward like her.
Mikoto sighed in frustation as she felt a few treacherous tears threaten to escape her. In front of her, a bubbly baby girl gurgled and cooed, waving chubby hands to catch her mother's attention. But Mikoto's mind was a lightyear away, far removed from the carefree joy of her child.
Her musings were cut short by the arrival of a man in austere white robes. He approached with a deliberate, measured pace, but before he could reach the table, a blur of motion materialized in front of him. Uchiha Shisui, her bodyguard for this journey, stood ready to defend her.
"Uchiha Shisui," the man in robes greeted with a respectful nod.
"Hizashi-san," Shisui responded, his voice calm but firm. "I must search you."
Without hesitation, Hizashi complied, raising his arms slightly as Shisui's hands deftly patted him down. From the folds of Hizashi's robes, Shisui extracted a few kunai, several shuriken, and a couple of smoke bombs. He placed them on a nearby table with care.
"These will be returned to you once your meeting is concluded," Shisui assured, his eyes sharp and unyielding.
"Thank you, Uchiha Shisui," Hizashi replied, his tone respectful.
As Shisui stepped back, Hizashi turned and continued towards Mikoto. He paused a few steps from her table, inclining his head in greeting. "Mikoto-chan."
Mikoto's gaze snapped to him, a glare piercing through the dark lenses of her sunglasses. There was a moment of silence, heavy with the weight of unspoken history.
"Uchiha-sama," Hizashi corrected himself, bowing slightly. The tension in the air thickened as they locked eyes, a silent battle of wills.
"Oh for fuck's sake Hizashi. A simple Mikoto would have sufficed." Mikoto said and threw her glasses on the table in frustation. She snapped her fingers and Shisui took baby Satsuki away from her and handed it to the kunoichi behind her.
After a few long seconds, Mikoto's expression softened ever so slightly. She gestured to the empty chair opposite her. "Take a seat, old friend."
"Thank you, Mikoto," Hizashi said, his voice warm. "Lovely baby girl by the way. What did you name her?"
"We have decided on Satsuki," Mikoto commented, her tone softening as she glanced at her daughter. The two waited in comfortable silence as a waiter dropped off their orders.
"Green tea," Hizashi said, lifting his cup with a small smile. "You still remembered?"
"Not that hard to remember, is it? It's boring, tasteless, and stern—just like your average Hyuga," Mikoto said, a smirk playing on her lips.
Hizashi let out a genuine laugh at that, the sound blending with the gentle crash of waves.
A few seconds passed, the peaceful atmosphere holding for just a moment longer before Mikoto's mood shifted instantly. Her eyes narrowed, and she leaned forward. "Why did you nearly traumatize Shisui with your antics, Hizashi?" she demanded. "Discussing such sensitive topics in the vicinity of a ROOT office? Are you out of your mind?"
Hizashi listened, a small, patient smile on his face. When she finally paused to catch her breath, he spoke. "You still haven't lost the Taichou in you, Mikoto. How long has it been since you retired from active service?"
"This isn't the time to reminisce," Mikoto shot back, her frustration palpable.
Hizashi nodded, accepting the rebuke. "Straight to business then." His voice dropped to a serious tone. "I come as an old friend and teammate to warn you. Almost everyone in the ANBU is aware that your clan is planning a coup against the Sandaime Hokage."
Mikoto's eyes widened in shock. She glanced around in panic, but Shisui, standing nearby, assured her with a simple gesture that everything was fine. She turned back to Hizashi, demanding clarification with her gaze alone.
Hizashi leaned in closer. "You have a mole in your operation. One of your own."
"No one would dare defy the collective will of the clan," Mikoto insisted, her voice low and fierce.
Hizashi held her gaze steadily. "But you know who it is, Mikoto. You've suspected for some time."
Mikoto warned him softly, "Be careful, Hizashi."
Ignoring the warning, Hizashi continued, "You underestimate how potent Hatake Kakashi can be in brainwashing young, PTSD-stricken minds."
Mikoto blinked, her face paling as the realization hit her. She whispered, "Itachi."
Hizashi nodded gravely. "The Uchiha coup was countered before it even began. You played too fast and loose with OpSec. Hiruzen has already rallied the the Inuzukas, Naras, Yamanakas, and the civilian shinobi to his side. Danzo too has declared against the Uchiha, not for his love of the Sandaime but to obtain multiple samples of the Sharingan once the dust settles. I imagine he intends to form his own clan with the Kekkai Genkai to counter the Sarutobis."
A few moments passed as Mikoto clenched and opened her fists again and again.
"Damn it," Mikoto muttered, angry tears escaping her eyes. "I must warn Fugaku to pull Itachi from the ANBU. I'm his mother. He will listen to me."
Hizashi warned against this, his tone urgent. "If you do that, the Sandaime will be immediately alerted.
Mikoto's anger flared. "Then what, Hizashi? What do you expect the Uchiha to do? Sit silently and tremble like lambs being led to slaughter?"
"Maintain your coup timelines," Hizashi said calmly.
Mikoto scoffed, frustration bubbling over. "Even if we win, we won't be able to control the village. You said that yourself, remember?"
Hizashi's eyes shone with determination. "Not if the Hyuga align themselves with the Uchiha."
Mikoto stared at him in disbelief, then laughed hysterically
"How in the blazes?" She wheezed, "How in the blazes do you expect Hyuga Hiashi to help the Uchiha? He wants us dead more than the Senju and Sandaime put together."
Hizashi's expression turned serious. "Hiashi isn't a representative of the entire clan. He rules as a tyrant over the cadet branch of the Hyugas, whom he controls via the slave seal."
From within his robes, Hizashi pulled out a large scroll and placed it on the table before Mikoto. "This is everything ROOT has on the slave seal, alongside my own personal research. Despite our extensive efforts, we haven't been able to significantly crack it. But the Uchiha can. Your Sharingans can significantly speed the process. The moment the seal comes off, the entire clan would revolt against the Hyuga main branch in an instant."
"I have worked day and night to breakt this. I used ROOT's special requisition to smuggle a, what do you call it co- compa? Something from Rain village." Hizashi struggled to remember.
"A computer, Hizashi-san." Shisui provided from behind and Hizashi nodded at him.
"If the Uchihas align themselves with me, we can be victorious together." Hizashi said.
Mikoto shook her head forlornly, "The Uchiha clan elders will never agree even if I manage to convince Fugaku. There is too much history. Too much bad blood between us for this to ever be ok."
Hizashi gripped her hand, "HE will listen if you talk to him." But Mikoto shook her head in sadness.
"Even if we win, the clans would never work together long enough for this to work. The Uchihas and Hyugas are like fire and water." Mikoto said, "If Fugaku even mentions this, we will be immediately killed on account of treachery. The Uchihas haven't forgotten the siege of our home islands."
"Mikoto please, you are not the only one with family on line here. My son stares at the spectre of eternal slavery if I don't help him." He grasped her hands again, "If not for future, then for old times sake."
A vision briefly went through their heads. Two young shinobi making love. Naked as the day they were born with fiery passions.
Miko shook her head, "That was an eon ago, Hizashi. I told you then and I tell you now. Forget that I ever existed. I am married now. I love my husband. I will do my duty even if spells oblivion. That is what shinobi do."
Hizashi too now wept, "And is it wisdom to be a lamb led to slaughter? Isn't strategic retreats and alliances a core part of our world?"
"Perhaps we Uchihas were never meant to be shinobi." She muttered, "We are too stubborn. Too passionate about things to think in such ways."
"Mikoto…. Please…." Hizashi said as Mikoto got up to leave.
"We have the Jinchuiriki! Albeit not the proper one, but the kid emits killer instinct without any control. He may not have Kyubi's chakra in him. But he does have dark energy. He is a walking ball of mass genjutsu energy that your sharingan can harness."
"That won't end well. Too complex." Shisui said, "We will end up creating more problems than not. Especially if we involve kyuubi – even the neutral factions will be against us. They will all believe that the rumors of us the Kyuubi to kill the Yondaime were true."
"Mikoto…." Hizashi said. His trump card now in ruins as well.
"Forget about us, Hizashi. Take Neji and run for the shores. Never look back." Mikoto said as she put her sunglasses back on and left.
A Week Later
A week later, Hizashi sat with his hand in his heads trying to navigate around the seal. The secret bunker had become his entire life. He had even begun to neglect Neji and attending his events. He felt a pang of guilt but ruthlessly squashed it. This was all for Neji. One day, when the curtain of lies is pulled back, the truth will shine through and Neji will forgive him. He will understand what his father did for him. His son will be proud of him.
A series of rapid knocks happened at his door and Hizashi reached for his katana amidst the empty bottles of sake littering the floor. He expected the worst and was prepared for it. He looked throug his cameras and saw Uchiha Shisui directly glaring at him through it. Relief coursed through it as he rushed to open it. Shisui immediately jumped in and snarled at the stench of rank alochol permeating the room. He glared at Hizashi, "You should be more careful, what if I was Jiraiya under the guise of Uchiha Shisui?"
"Why do you Uchiha forget that you are not the only one with special eyes in this village?" Hizashi said as he marched passed him.
"Point taken." Shisui said, "But still install better security measures."
"Duly noted." Hizashi muttered. Shisui nodded at that and handed him a letter. It was a simple piece of paper with a message on it,
We are in.
-F
Hizashi and Shisui both grinned at each other like they hadn't done in a century.
2 Days Before The Coup
Both Hizashi and Shisui stared in dumb foundedness at the problem. They had made significant progress in the past few days with more and more Uchiha covertly lending their eyes and brain power. Only a last piece of puzzle remain before them. They had remade the metaphorical lock but lacked the key to open it. They didn't even dare try to lockpick given the sensitive nature of the brain, who knew what might happen.
"We need help." Hizashi declared after a few moments. "At this rate we are wasting time. Time which the Uchihas can ill afford to loose."
"We can't just hardly consult the scholars out in the open like this. It will raise too many questions." Shisui said, "And I don't anyone in ROOT will help or know better."
"That's why we must go …. Darker… than ROOT." Hizashi nervously said.
"Darker than ROOT? Ridiculous." Shisui scoffed, "There is nothing more vile and degenerate than those monsters."
"You don't even know half of it, kid. The roots go much deeper and become much darker. The quest for knowledge is always perilious. The ancient god of Kumo, Odin, once sacrificed an eye for knowledge. He hung himself dead for days on end till he received enlightment." Hizashi said. "The greater the tasks, the harder the decisions."
"What do you wanna do? Summon a demon here?" Shisui sarcastically said.
"Nope. There are plenty of demons amongst us here already." Hizashi said.
"What? Who?" Shisui asked and almost wished he didn't after hearing his reply.
"Orochimaru." Hizashi replied.
Ground Zero
Shisui and Hizashi grimly went over Orochimaru's theory and journals. The price had been steep. Orochimaru had demanded bloodline children from Mist as a payment. Hizashi had forged a recon ROOT mission to Mist country to kidnap genin. He still shuddered whenever he thought of what grim fate Orochimaru had planned for them. He had acted as a bodyguard for Danzo once when visiting Orochimaru's secret labs. The things he had seen. The sights he had smelt.
Hizashi had avoided all such assignments in the futre.
It is for the greater good. Hizashi said to himself as a comforting measure. Shisui on the other hand had lost his nerve. He kept muttering about how karma will one day greatly punish them for this heinous act. They hadn't acted as warriors defending or acting. They had acted as devils who only cared about their own desires.
Hizashi had to focbily restrain him lest Shisui end up doing something drastic. They both broke off from their reading as Shisui's radio crackled. Shisui paled at that and Hizashi face grew grim. This was Shisui's secret frequency. If he was being contacted in such a blatant manner, something truly had gone wrong.
"Shisui!" The voice on the other end roared, "We are under atack!"
"Say again!" Shisui said.
"We are under attack. The Sandaime has surrounded the compound. They are killing everyone. Oh Kami! Is that gas?! Arght!"
"Control!" Shisui roared, "Control!"
Shisui looked at Hizashi and he could do nothing but nod.
"Go." Hizashi said, "Gather a mighty tally. It's the least you can do."
Shisui nodded at that, grabbed his katana, and ran off into the night to battle with the Konoha shinobi attacking his home. All Hizashi could do was rest his head in hands. They had lost. Plain and simple.
The Sandaime had won again.
With the Uchihas out of the game and the Hyuga seal not broken – Hizashi had lost his main force for the revolt. According to the intelligence reports they still had two days before any conflict could or would erupt. With the Uchiha gone, even if he broke the seal, he didn't have enough men to win the day. He tried to focus on what could have caused the Sandaime to accelerate his plan. Hizashi came to the conclusion, they too had a mole in their hunt for a key. He focused again and couldn't help but arrive at one name. After they had trusted him, things had instantly gone to hell for them. Orochimaru had betrayed them after giving them enough knowledge to succeed. To what end Hizashi knew not.
For the first time since the end of the third war. Hizashi crawled into his bed, curled into himself deeply, and wept.
Some Miles Away
Orochimaru watched with a satifisfied smirk on the hacked livefeed as the Uchiha compound burned and screams of a massacre being carried out emanted from them. He had immediately informed the Sandaime that the Uchihas were planning to leverage the Hyuga seal to force them to ally with the coup. The Sandaime had been surprised that Orochimaru had begged forgiveness for his past actions and requested to be brought back into the fold. He had presented the Uchihas as a tribute for his reconsideration.
Sarutobi still hand't reassigned to Project Millennium.
But his funding had been restored. Orochimaru swung his blood wine in his goblet. He had conveniently made the Hyugas to be the victim here; Conveniently hiding the involvment of Hyuga Hizashi in it. If anyone would gain control of the Hyugas and by proxy, the Byukagun – it would be Orochimaru. The master key would ensure their loyalty for a lifetime.
Danzo was already sending him freshly cut sharingans from Uchiha skulls. When he combined these two bloodlines, Orochimaru knew he could create a masterpiece. A masterpiece powerful enough to rival the ancient Rinengan of the Sage of Six Paths. Then and only then would he show that usurper, Namizake Minato what a grave error it had been to steal his birthright. He would kill the newly remade Yondaime infront of his mother, Senju Tsunade, and then kill the Sandaime and Jiraiya. He would kill all the Senjus and their bastard bloodline, the Namizakes. When all was said and done, even Danzo would kneel infront of him. Soon he would become the greatest Hokage in history.
The village had gone soft. It would be placed on a military footing and all else will be discarded. He would use his bloodlines to master Kyuubi and become a Jinchuiriki. Then and only then, he would launch a conquest of the world.
He would go where Hashirama Senju failed to go. He would conquer the world.
Orochimaru couldn't help but cackle in the dark night. Victory was so close at hand!
The Kumo Incident.
Hyuga Neji stood at the entrance of the ritual room, his heart heavy with a sorrow. Before him lay the lifeless body of his father, Hyuga Hizashi, carefully disguised to appear as his twin brother, Hiashi. The intelligence wing had done a commendable job with makeup and props, but to Neji, the differences were clear. Hizashi's features were softer, lacking the cruel edge that characterized Hiashi's soul.
He walked up to the altar, the scent of incense thick in the air, and knelt beside his father's body. With reverence, Neji began the funerary rites, his fingers brushing against Hizashi's cold shoulder. As he did, a strange energy bolted through him, a subtle but unmistakable shift.
Genjutsu! Neji immediately recognized and dispelled it.
Hidden within his father's sleeve, he discovered a small, concealed note. With a final, respectful bow, Neji pocketed the note and quickly made his way out of the compound, seeking solitude away from prying eyes. Once he found a secluded spot, he unfolded the letter, his hands trembling slightly. A few elders scoffed at him for being weak and running away from the dead body.
"So much for a shinobi prodigy." Hiashi mocked and the Hyugas laughed sycophantly at the joke.
In the darkness of a comfortable ally, Neji read the letter.
My Dearest Son,
If you are reading this, then the inevitable has come to pass. Know that my actions were not borne out of despair, but out of a desire to protect those I love and to uphold the honor of our clan.
I have always tried to shield you from the cruelties of the slave seal, to protect you from the injustices of life. My efforts to safeguard Hanabi, you, and even the Uchiha clan have failed. I failed my dearest friend Mikoto and the Uchihas perished. I failed you and now you are in chains.
The shame of my shortcomings have ravaged my soul.
In the wake of the Kyubi attack, our village stands weakened, vulnerable to threats from all sides. The wrath of the Raikage would spell disaster for Konoha, and in turn, for the Hyuga clan. Cadet or main branch, all would die. I chose to end things on my terms, offering myself as a sacrifice to shield our clan from annihilation. It's the least I can do. Buy time for those I have failed and help them realize their own potential.
Neji, my son, you must understand the gravity of our situation. The coordinates below will lead you to a safe house. These resources are crucial for the mission I now entrust to you. It is a mission I have spent my life preparing for, and now it falls to you to continue this great work.
You mustfree the Hyuga clan from the tyranny of the slave seal. You must fight against the oppression that binds us, and one day, lead our clan to a future where we are no longer slaves to tradition and cruelty.
I believe in you, Neji. You have the strength, the wisdom, and the will to succeed where I have failed. Carry my hopes and dreams with you, and know that I will always be with you in spirit.
Love always,
Your father – Hyuga Hizashi.
Neji grunted as he forced the safehouse door open and then locked it behind him. He nearly gagged to death from the stench of death in the bunker. He quickly pulled out a gass mask and put it on. Instant relief washed over him. He went inside to find a dead body lying prone. He walked upto him and his dogs tags read, "Uchiha Shisui".
Curiously enough the man had written the words with the last of his strength, "DON'T TRUST OROCHIMARU!"
Besides Uchiha Shisui was a tape recorder. Neji hit play and the audio said,
"My name is Uchiha Shisui, if you are hearing this, we have been betrayed! Konoha is no longer safe for us anymore – if you are Uchiha you must escape. I have marked all possible locations of my hidden stash. Use it well!"
Fin.
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