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[A/N: this chapter maybe a bit boring for some and it will be like that for a while since this is a slow-burn fic. But, don't worry i have a lot of things planned for this fic. So stick around]
[Chapter Start]
She died while I was still in her arms.
her breathing just….. stretched out between one beat and the next and never came back. Warmth stayed in her skin longer than she did, like the room hadn't caught up yet.
Then it was gone.
The Six Eyes didn't soften anything either. They marked the exact second her chakra network failed, like a clock ticking over. The flows that had wrapped around me for months unraveled and went quiet.
I didn't cry. because I hadn't got to know her. Still, she was who gave life to me and it did hurt.
Unbeknownst to me, a couple of tears trailed down my cheek, which I didn't acknowledge.
I lay there against her chest that no longer rose, staring up at a face that was still in a way the living never are.
A minute passed, maybe more, as I hadn't been paying attention.
Then four signatures appeared at once outside the door.
No doubt the Body Flicker Technique.
[Third Person POV]
The door opened, to which the doctor stepped aside. The nurses left without making eye contact with anyone, like even words were too loud for the moment.
Hiashi walked in first.
Neither of them bothered to ask the doctor whether or not she had survived. They could already tell from their demeanor. Her body lay still and the absence where her chakra should have been.
Hizashi stopped just inside the doorway. For a second his mask slipped, palms's tightening, shoulders going rigid, then it was gone again, folded back into the neat discipline they'd both grown up with.
They knew this was coming.
You don't need special eyes to see when someone is burning out. Her body had been failing fast near the end. Childbirth just asked for more than she had left.
Knowing doesn't make seeing easier.
Two elders followed them in, Masayori and Ayamako. Old, composed, the kind of people who had opinions that became rules. They weren't here to grieve. They were here because the Hyūga do not leave things unattended, not even death.
Hizashi moved to the bedside.
He looked at her for longer than he was probably supposed to. One quiet breath stuttered and a single tear made it halfway down before he erased it like it hadn't happened.
Hizashi was genuinely sad at the death of his caring sister, and this was visible as a tear ran down his colorless eyes. He quickly wiped it away; Hyūga were taught from birth to have a noble demeanor and not show emotion. What Hiashi saw was the loss of his rival to the throne of the Hyūga clan. Chizuha was a talented Hyūga and had been in the lead for the next clan heir, but it was his, as Hizashi wasn't favored by the elders of the clan—he wasn't nearly as powerful as Hiashi, and he was far too emotional.
Hizashi stepped forward, going to pick up the legacy of his older sister, her son, Feitan Hyūga. The other three stepped forward to the bed, and the four Hyūga gasped. Their eyes fell upon a white-haired child, which was already an abnormality for Hyūga, but when they saw his eyes, two elders nearly fell over as they stepped back.
Long ago, over a hundred years ago during the clan war era—long before Hashirama and Madara's era—the Hyūga clan were blessed with the birth of a child with white hair and enchanting sky-blue eyes. The child, named Satoru Hyūga, would go on to become the strongest during his era and make the Hyūga clan's name feared all over the Elemental Nations. With his rare mutation Byakugan bloodline limit, which he named the Six Eyes, along with it the Limitless—a space-time chakra barrier engulfing his body which made him untouchable. In fact, the Eight Trigrams Palms Revolving Heaven technique was based off that, though not nearly as powerful.
Satoru was said to be a one-in-a-hundred-years prodigy, and once again, the Hyūga clan were blessed.
[First Person POV]
While he knew of the twin Hyūga, he didn't recognize the older ones. Must be the elders, he thought as he stared at the Leaf headband on the forehead of the one holding him—Hiashi Hyūga. One thought was on his mind: what would they do to him?
The Hyūga clan were really uptight about their rules, and someone who did not resemble the ideal Hyūga wouldn't be appreciated. But he was confused, as they looked at him in awe—especially the older two, who were staring at him like they had just found the fountain of youth. What's up with that? he questioned.
They began to talk among themselves, and even with his baby ears, he was able to catch the general gist of what they were saying. From it, he figured it out. Apparently, there had been a Six Eyes wielder in the Hyūga clan way before him, so now he knew why they were so eager to see him.
This did complicate things, because this meant that the Hyūga clan's standing within the village would be higher. He was glad, because at least he wouldn't be thrown out of the clan or into the orphanage. But with how there had already been a wielder of the Six Eyes, this meant that the ninja world knew how powerful—how dangerous—a Six Eyes wielder would be.
He had no doubt that the Hyūga would announce his birth to at least the shinobi council. With how boastful these guys were, he wouldn't be surprised if they publicly announced his birth. Even if they only told the shinobi council, he knew it would leak somehow, and the entire world would know of his birth.
But he knew they wouldn't let anything happen to him, for he was the one who would bring the damn Uchiha down and return the Hyūga to the throne as the strongest and most feared clan in the world.
So he would essentially have Gojo Satoru's childhood.
And even without remembering every detail of the future, I knew that wasn't exactly the kind you look back on fondly.
I already had a general idea of how the first three years of my life were about to go, and the first two years went by as expected. Though it was pretty boring, as I was never—and I mean never—out of the sight of at least two Hyūga jōnin guards. This meant I wasn't really given any time to myself, but life was easy. I didn't really have anything to complain about. I was well fed, given anything I wanted, and my birthdays were celebrated like a clan holiday—if a clan holiday was all the adults giving me gifts and their children looking at me weirdly, or the older ones looking at me with envy.
I mean, I didn't blame them. They were probably being compared to me and held to my standard, even though I hadn't done anything to warrant the kind of status I had. I was still potential, after all. These guys were not being genuine. They weren't looking at me for what I was—a child. All they wanted was to be in my good graces and make me feel like I owed them something by treating me well and controlling me. But I wasn't given the Six Eyes to not see through their bullshit.
Speaking of which, the Six Eyes had now finally fully loaded in, and I could quite literally see everything down to the last molecule of chakra. As you would guess, this put a huge strain on me, and so I began to wear a blindfold, which was given to me by the only two people from whom I could feel genuine affection and care. And they were Hizashi Hyūga and his wife, Hyuna Hyūga—the two of them essentially my caretakers, even though I lived at the clan head's estate. Hiashi was chosen to be the clan head.
My boring routine of a life finally came to an end a bit after my third birthday. I was beginning my training, as my chakra coils had now matured enough to handle usage of chakra. It was Hiashi's words after Hizashi objected to it—which I appreciated, he was looking out for his niece—but frankly, I had to side with Hiashi on that matter. After I agreed to it, the matter concluded, and today was the day I began my training with Hiashi.
It didn't block my sight. It just filtered it, brought the world down to a level where I could exist without feeling like I was being shouted at by reality.
They were planning around it and setting boundaries before the burning fuse reached the bomb.
And the strange thing was, for all their careful preparation, for all the meetings and whispers and measuring of potential, not a single person had stopped to ask the only question that actually mattered.
What I intended to do with all of it, even I didn't know.