Capítulo 7: Chapter 7: Home
Sarutobi Hiruzen's hand hesitated briefly. With an iron will that wouldn't falter even under fire, he found himself surprised by the words of twelve-year-old Hyuga Seiko in the Hokage's office.
"It would be great if it could satisfy everyone in the village."
No request for greater power.
No desire for higher status.
Not even a mention of the Hyuga family.
To satisfy everyone in the village... Does this belief in the village's importance override everything else in Hyuga Yuuto's subconscious?
The Hyuga family's teachings wouldn't instill such a mindset. Was this deliberate or from Yuuto's genuine feelings, unbeknownst even to himself?
Sarutobi Hiruzen gazed seriously at the young Hyuga boy before him for the first time.
Very young, with hands thickened by hard work. Hyuga no Tama... Yes, once becoming a genin, Yuuto wouldn't be at the Hyuga clan often, mostly on missions. Promoted at six years old, he'd had little time for clan education...
He recalled the genius who had been his comrade in life and death, Uchiha Mirror.
Even among proud and insular powerful ninja clans, there were those who carried the Will of Fire...
Sarutobi Hiruzen pondered deeply. Finally, he suppressed his thoughts and looked intently at Hyuga Yuuto:
"Yuuto, step back and take a good rest."
"Yes, Hokage-sama." Hyuga Yuuto bowed and withdrew.
He made no unnecessary movements, smoothly exiting the Hokage Building.
He had done all he could. Hyuga Yuuto couldn't predict what would happen next.
How would Sarutobi Hiruzen handle a highly talented boy from the Hyuga branch, possessing the "Will of Fire"?
If it were sixteen years later, during the official plot, the elderly might passively observe or discreetly facilitate.
But now, the third held sway. Ambitious men made bold decisions, left nothing to chance.
Sarutobi Hiruzen... don't disappoint me.
Hyuga Yuuto thought, true to character, and headed straight back to the Hyuga clan, not wandering.
This time, he used the main entrance.
The Hyuga clan occupied vast grounds. The central area was clan headquarters, surrounded by branch estates. Just from their locations and heights, it was clear: "The clan oversees Hyuga." The concept of "branch division, clan protection" ran deep.
Over a millennium, the concept of hierarchy was ingrained, like blood in every Hyuga.
The main family saw it as natural law.
So did the branch family.
Dissenters over the ages met swift ends.
Yuuto's home lay southwest, just 400 meters from the towering wall, on the fringes.
Fortunate that it was spacious. While not rich in valuables, his parents had tended a yard rich in flowers and greenery. Entering felt like visiting a botanical garden from another life.
Crossing the yard, entering the house, he set to cleaning and tidying.
He'd been away eighteen days; tatami mats bore a fine layer of dust.
Cleaning was mundane, yet Yuuto tackled it enthusiastically. As a ninja, he scaled walls with chakra, ensuring no corner escaped. Cobwebs, dust, bugs—gone.
Finishing, the sun had set.
Yuuto lay back on fragrant tatami, removing his forehead protector, fingers brushing the seal, feeling the cursed bird's presence. No pain, but he shuddered, finding it repulsive. Rising, he headed to the kitchen.
Twelve-year-old, he cooked poorly. Kunai skills and chakra molding were second nature; cooking baffled him. Heat, timing, seasoning—strange utensils.
But, cooking for one, he managed.
The fish burned, vegetables too salty, rice undercooked.
Still, Yuuto ate happily.
Unknown in Konoha, alone, Yuuto was cheerful.
Born branch, destined a servant. Alone, he'd never have survived, depression his end.
Eating, he felt a pang of loneliness.
Hurrying upstairs, he found a box, two kunai within.
Kunai stained with long-dried blood.
Among his few mementos of parents.
Nine years ago, aged three...
Yuuto had been a carefree child. Born Hyuga branch, he'd known happiness and hope.
—The future was secure with "Son of Prophecy" Uzumaki Naruto. Happiness awaited!
Until "guards," bloodied, fell protecting the clan, months later, mouths moving silently.
Parents died; Yuuto, taken, marked a slave.
An old decree; his fate sealed.
At three, he'd touched cold corpses, eyes upon the fallen.
Their mouths... Last words revealed by witnesses:
"Yuuto, forgive..."
No mistake. Their sorrow he couldn't bear.
Alone, Yuuto spoke softly, touching rusted kunai.
"No need... I will forgive nothing."
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