Rotation slammed into the two main house members—
Sending them flying.
The flames clinging to their bodies spread instantly.
And then—
Explosion.
"BOOM!"
"BOOM!"
Two blasts rang out.
The two Hyūga main house members—
Were reduced to ashes.
Not even a corpse remained.
No need for a funeral.
The Hyūga main house had chosen these two to act—
Naturally, they trusted their strength.
In terms of raw power, both could be considered elite jōnin.
But—
They had only trained within the clan.
Their real combat experience was limited to sparring with fellow Hyūga.
They had never been tempered by war.
Never bathed in blood.
They couldn't withstand Akira's killing intent.
Being instantly killed—
Was inevitable.
Against real jōnin—
They might have even been counter-killed.
After all, being called "elite jōnin" wasn't just about strength—
It was about experience.
About killing intent.
And they had neither.
"Hyūga Akira, how dare you!!"
Hyūga Hō roared in fury.
He never expected Akira to actually kill them.
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Akira landed, flames still dancing around his body.
He looked at Hō with a faint smile.
"You saw it yourself."
"And you're still asking if I dare?"
"I already killed Hyūga Hiashi."
"What's two more?"
Hō's breathing grew heavy.
Even now—
He didn't truly believe Akira killed Hiashi.
After all—
Lightning Release and sword techniques had been involved.
Unless Akira revealed Lightning Release—
Suspicion wouldn't fall on him.
Right now—
Everyone knew—
He couldn't use it.
"Then kill me too, if you dare!" Hō snarled.
Those two—
Were heirs of their respective branches.
And now—
They were gone.
His hands formed lion heads of chakra.
An Eight Trigrams formation faintly appeared beneath his feet.
"Gentle Step: Twin Lion Fists!"
"And—"
"Eight Trigrams—"
"I can use that too."
Akira withdrew his flames.
His hands formed lion heads as well—
But his were black-blue.
"Gentle Step: Twin Lion Fists."
His Gentle Fist—
Was level ten.
Every variation—
Mastered.
Main house techniques—
Or otherwise.
Hō's pupils shrank.
"You…!"
He didn't suspect theft.
These techniques required secret principles—
Known only to the main house.
And yet—
Akira used them flawlessly.
Even Rotation earlier.
All of it—
Main house techniques.
"Eight Trigrams: Sixty-Four Palms!" ×2
Both vanished.
Colliding at the center.
Four lion-headed fists clashed violently.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!!"
Hō—
Was the only one present who could withstand Akira's killing intent.
And he fought at full strength.
"You're not bad for an old man," Akira said with a grin.
Their arms blurred into nothingness.
Akira's raw strength far exceeded Hō's—
Yet the old man still held his ground.
A veteran of the Warring States era.
Not to be underestimated.
Hō gritted his teeth.
No time to respond.
Each collision—
Sent pain through his bones.
This boy—
Was a monster.
It didn't feel like fighting a human.
More like facing something ten times stronger.
In the end—
Age caught up to him.
A moment too slow.
Akira's palm struck his chest—
Sending him flying into the crowd.
The branch members stood frozen.
The Caged Bird—
Didn't work.
For generations—
They had been controlled.
Now—
They saw something else.
Hope.
Not everyone accepted their fate.
Not everyone was content.
Some wanted more.
Greed.
Ambition.
Suppressed for years.
Now—
They saw a way out.
Hō coughed blood, roaring:
"Attack!! Kill him!!"
He refused to believe—
That so many couldn't take down one Akira.
"I'd like to see who dares!!"
A furious voice echoed.
The gates burst open.
Everyone turned.
Two guards lay unconscious.
A bandaged man walked in slowly—
Followed by masked operatives in Root uniforms.
Danzō—
Had arrived.
"Danzō-sama," Akira greeted respectfully.
Danzō stood beside him.
"Any registered ninja dead?"
"No," Akira replied with a bright smile.
Danzō knew.
The Hyūga had private forces.
Of course he knew.
This village—
Belonged to the Hokage faction.
Such secrets couldn't stay hidden forever.
Hiruzen had simply turned a blind eye—
To maintain stability.
But Danzō—
Hated it.
Akira had only killed those not on the official roster.
He still intended to remain in Konoha.
Killing registered ninja—
Would be irredeemable.
Danzō nodded, satisfied.
Then looked at Hō.
"Hyūga Akira is under me."
"And he is a disciple of Orochimaru, one of the Sannin."
"What right do you have to act against him?"
Hō spat blood—
Then collapsed unconscious.
If they had already subdued Akira—
They might have twisted the narrative.
But now—
He had suppressed them instead.
And now—
Someone was backing him.
They had no options left.
The branch members exhaled in relief.
They had no desire to fight Akira.
Especially now—
When he might free them.
Danzō snorted coldly.
"Hyūga Akira is mine."
"He has nothing to do with the Hyūga clan."
"I don't care what you're planning—"
"But if you want to touch him…"
"You go through me first."
Akira was almost moved.
Of course—
Danzō's protection wasn't out of kindness.
It was value.
Akira's abilities—
Removing seals.
Immense combat strength.
And—
His attitude toward the Uchiha.
Perfect for Root.
No matter how you looked at it—
Danzō couldn't afford to lose him.
"Danzō-sama."
Another main house elder stepped forward.
Hyūga Kōku.
"This is just a misunderstanding."
Danzō's voice was cold.
"It better be."
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