Chapter 119: Hyuga Hiashi’s Grand Gamble!
Konoha Hospital had become somewhat busy due to taking in more than thirty injured people.
Hizashi Hyuga, placed in a single-patient room, had actually awakened long ago.
He just didn’t want to open his eyes.
After being kicked flying by Shura earlier, he began to play dead.
Although he was slacking off, Hizashi Hyuga could still clearly sense the chaos on the battlefield.
The arrogant and domineering Shura swept across the battlefield with overwhelming strength, and when he left safely, the Third Hokage and others were all helpless.
After the medical ninja finished treatment and left the room, Hizashi Hyuga slowly opened his Byakugan.
He stared at the pale ceiling, the air filled with the scent of disinfectant, and Hizashi’s mind was still replaying the battle in the assembly hall.
The mysterious ability Shura displayed could actually interfere with the Byakugan’s insight! This was unheard of in the history of the Hyuga Clan as he knew it!
The nine summoned beasts had suppressed the numerous jonin led by Hokage-sama.
Originally, Hizashi Hyuga had been somewhat worried that many clan members would die or be injured in this battle.
But during his feigned unconsciousness, he heard the medical ninjas’ discussion: in such an intense battle, not a single person died?
A battle of this level, yet still able to control casualties with such ease?!
Just how powerful was Shura’s strength?
Drip—
The sound of rain accompanied by a cool breeze swept over the windowsill.
Hizashi suddenly propped himself up, his gaze turning toward the source of the sound.
That familiar figure leaned against the windowsill, moonlight shining on the White Three-Eyed Fox Mask, emitting a divine-like cold glow, the cape behind him lightly trembling in the night wind, filled with mystery and oppression.
Hizashi’s throat bobbed, and he finally lowered his head and uttered respectful words: “Thank you for showing mercy, Lord.”
Unknowingly, Hizashi Hyuga had already started using honorifics.
Step!
Menma jumped down from the windowsill and slowly walked toward Hizashi.
“I remember saying when I left last time that I hoped the next time we meet, I could hear your answer.” From under the White Three-Eyed Fox Mask came a low voice.
Shura had already proven his strength multiple times.
Whether it was entering Konohagakure twice as if it were unmanned territory, or single-handedly attacking the Cloud Village, all spoke of Shura’s immense strength, capable of overpowering a great ninja village!
His might was comparable to the former Uchiha Madara and Hashirama Senju.
With the protection of such a strong practitioner, Konoha’s pursuit forces were indeed nothing to fear.
After all, this was no longer the Warring States Period era dominated by ninja clans; the Hyuga Branch Family was also part of Konohagakure, and if Hizashi took some clan members away, it would inevitably provoke pursuit from Konohagakure.
Hizashi had too many things to consider.
“I still have a few questions, Lord. Can you clarify them for me?” Hizashi stood barefoot on the floor, his posture devoid of its former arrogance.
“Ask.” Shura’s long robe billowed without wind.
Hizashi Hyuga seemed to see something moving in the white fur collar of Shura.
But he didn’t pay it any mind, instead asking gravely: “First question, what connection does Lord have with my Hyuga Clan?”
“Second question, does Lord intend to use my clan’s Byakugan to synthesize that giant eyeball?”
Although Hizashi Hyuga only raised two questions, both were crucial, even concerning the safety of the Hyuga clansmen he led in defection.
After all, he didn’t want to lead his clansmen in defection only to end up as livestock being raised.
“My fiancée has a connection with the Hyuga Clan. Is that reason enough?” Menma slightly raised his head, the White Three-Eyed Fox Mask staring straight at Hizashi Hyuga, a red glow seeming to flash in the mask’s hollow eyes.
Hizashi Hyuga’s breathing abruptly stopped. In an instant, countless possibilities flashed through his mind. Was this mysterious strong practitioner’s fiancée also a member of the Hyuga Branch Family? That’s why he knew so much about the Hyuga Clan?
Or a Hyuga clansman scattered outside?
What connection did he have with the mysterious group that once hunted the Hyuga Clan’s Byakugan in history?
He couldn’t figure it out, no matter how hard Hizashi racked his brains.
“As for the second question.” Menma raised his hand and took out a glass tube, inside which a pair of Byakugan was soaked in pale green liquid.
“You can rest assured. I disdain doing live experiments like Orochimaru. The numerous Byakugan needed to synthesize the Giant Tenseigan cannot be provided by the currently sparse number of Hyuga clansmen.” The voice under the mask was light.
“So that giant eyeball synthesized from countless Byakugan is called the Giant Tenseigan?” Hizashi Hyuga silently noted this key term.
As if seeing through Hizashi’s thoughts, Shura turned to look at the moon outside the window: “In a few years, I will go rob that Giant Tenseigan. If your strength remains this weak.”
“You won’t be worthy of participating in this war.” Shura’s voice was cold.
Rob that Giant Tenseigan?!
Hizashi Hyuga was startled, involuntarily recalling the “history” that Shura had once shown him with an illusion technique.
That immense power, a single strike capable of destroying thousands of troops, that destructive beam powerful enough to level mountains!
Presumably, those guarding that Giant Tenseigan were no ordinary people either.
Hizashi Hyuga had never heard of this history, nor had he seen those mysterious people who hunted Byakugan in the ninja world, but the battlefield slaughter in that history was so brutal that it was impossible for them not to have left a name.
So where would they be hiding?
For the first time, Hizashi Hyuga realized how limited his knowledge of the ninja world truly was.
“Then, the final question.” Hizashi Hyuga took a deep breath, his Byakugan fixed on the mysterious pattern on the cape behind Shura, and asked: “The Land of Bears… which should now be called the Land of Stars, and the drastic changes in Hoshigakure, were those your doing, Lord?”
The drastic changes in the Land of Bears and Hoshigakure were no secrets in the great ninja villages, especially for someone like Hizashi Hyuga, the branch family head of a ninja world prestigious clan. After all, he was also high-level in the ninja clan, the younger brother of the Hyuga Clan Head.
When the news came last year that the daimyo and nobles of the Land of Bears had been slaughtered by Hoshigakure, Hizashi had vaguely guessed it.
Shura indeed had such capability, able to control a ninja village and wipe out a country’s ruling class.
But what exactly did he intend to do?
“Correct.” Since he was preparing to take some of the Hyuga Branch Family clansmen, Menma saw no need to hide it from Hizashi.
“If you’re asking for the purpose, unifying the ninja world and ending this ridiculous continuation of the Warring States Period—is that enough?”
“Hashirama Senju ended the chaotic ninja clan era. He clearly had the strength to destroy other countries and ninja villages and fully unify the ninja world, yet he didn’t take that step. That was his most regrettable and foolish decision!”
“Imagine, if Hashirama Senju had unified the ninja world back then, would there have been three ninja world wars?”
Hizashi was struck as if by lightning. Shura’s counterquestion opened up an entirely new world for him.
Following Shura’s hypothesis, back then the countries went from ninja clan confrontations to establishing ninja villages, ending the Warring States Period.
If Hashirama Senju had continued and accomplished the feat of unifying the ninja world, there might still have been conflicts and deaths, but it shouldn’t have been like now—three ninja world wars in just over fifty years, each war’s casualties far exceeding the ninja clan wars of the Warring States Period.
And even more importantly, once Shura unified the ninja world, then Hizashi Hyuga, as the founding minister who led the Hyuga Clan to submit…
Moonlight stretched and overlapped their shadows.
Hizashi looked at Shura’s back, took a deep breath, sweat beading on his forehead, and slowly knelt on one knee.
He wanted to seize this chance to break free from the Caged Bird!
This was not just defection; it was a grand gamble with the fate of the entire clan as chips.
If he lost, it was just death; their defector bodies would rot unburied, forgotten in another hundred years.
If he won, he would be the new clan head who made the Hyuga Clan great again!
This is what was owed from yesterday.
