[A/N: Alright, this is the last time i'll address this and it is the issue some of the readers have with the protag's name. i changed it to hakari. enjoy the chapter]
At the start of my training, life wasn't as boring as it had been so far.
Key word. wasn't.
That novelty wore off fast. Around the third month, to be exact.
After that, every day blurred into the same routine: chakra control exercises of varying difficulty and endless Hyūga-style training sessions. Over and over. If I had a coin for every time someone told me to "correct your stance" I'd probably be able to pay for a s rank mission.
Speaking of the Hyūga.
Even though I didn't possess the Byakugan, the clan elders quickly decided that the Gentle Fist would suit me perfectly. Their reasoning wasn't entirely flawed either. The Six Eyes allowed me to see chakra pathways and tenketsu in far greater detail than the Byakugan ever could. In theory, I was a perfect fit.
In practice? Not so much.
After three straight days of having either Elder Masayori or Elder Ayamako criticize my starting stance, posture, breathing, foot placement, and—somehow—my attitude, I gave up.
Not because it was difficult, but because it felt wrong. Constricting. Like trying to force a square peg into a very judgmental circular hole.
The Gentle Fist wasn't weak. Far from it.
But it limited my potential and one of my goals is to live up to it.
And honestly—does Satoru Gojo strike anyone as gentle?
That question alone should've been enough.
So I did the sensible thing and voiced my opinion to the elders. As expected, the old crows were not pleased. Apparently, suggesting that a centuries-old clan tradition might not be the optimal path for me was considered disrespectful.
Which, by the way, it wasn't. These guys were just somehow more sensitive than a Twitter user.
Still, after a lot of talking, disapproving looks, and one elder dramatically sighing like I'd personally ruined his entire lineage, they begrudgingly admitted I had a point. It helped that historical records mentioned Satoru Hyūga—the only other known Six Eyes wielder—had not used the Gentle Fist either.
Unfortunately, his actual fighting style wasn't recorded.
Because of course it wasn't.
So I couldn't even follow a blueprint or guide. Which meant I had to do the unthinkable.
Develop my own fighting style.
Just great.
Still, I had time. About a year before I'd be enrolled in the academy, and however long I'd spend there trying to get my shit together before the Naruto world inevitably tried to kill me in increasingly creative ways.
Plenty of time.
…Probably.
While we're on the topic of getting my shit together, there was one massive, glaring issue I'd been aggressively ignoring: I still had absolutely no idea where I was in the damn timeline.
I had a rough guess, sure. From what little context I could piece together, this had to be somewhere around the beginning of the actual timeline. Early enough that things still felt… calm. Too calm. Everything I knew about this world told me that peace was temporary at best and a cruel joke at worst. The problem was that "early Naruto" still probably covered a very wide range of impending disasters, I mean its a shonen anime for cry out loud.
So yeah, not knowing exactly when I was born was slowly driving me insane.
That frustration wasn't helped by the fact that I still hadn't been allowed outside the compound.
At all.
Don't get me wrong, I knew how privileged my situation was. Living inside the Hyūga compound meant safety, comfort, and an environment most people in this world would only ever dream of. But after months of seeing the same houses, the same trees, the same perfectly maintained gardens and hallways, it stopped feeling luxurious and started feeling suffocating.
And the walls.
God, the walls.
Those tall, looming, Shiganshina-ass walls surrounding the compound had started to piss me off more than they reasonably should. Every time I saw them, it felt less like protection and more like a very polite prison.
I am bit of a Yeagerist, i guess.
What really got to me, though, was the isolation.
I hadn't had a real conversation with someone who shared my interests in… well, ever. Hizashi had been buried in missions lately, barely around long enough to exchange more than a few words. Even Hyuza had been swamped with work at the Konoha hospital, often coming back exhausted so i didn't want to bother her.
Weirder still, a lot of the Hyūga jōnin and chūnin had been absent recently. The compound felt emptier than usual, and from what I'd overheard, the number of missions had spiked out of nowhere.
Huh.
Must be a busy season or something.
Does mission rates in the Land of Fire fluctuate with the weather? Honestly, I had no idea, and at this point, I didn't really care.
What mattered was this: today, I was asking Hiashi to let me leave the compound and actually step foot into the village.
I got dressed with that goal firmly in mind. A white shirt bearing the Hyūga clan symbol, a pair of shorts, and a white kimono layered over it, decorated with a subtle dragonfly design. One thing i won't be complaining about are the seasonal fashion choices here.
My new caretaker helped me dress. She didn't speak a single word, and frankly, neither did I. Awkward silence had become our shared language. Once she finished tightening my blindfold, I didn't waste any time getting moving.
The moment I stepped out, my two eternal shadows fell into place behind me.
Hitensu and Jun.
They were roughly my mental age, which made the situation even more ironic. I kept complaining internally about having no one to talk to, yet I'd never seriously tried to befriend the two guys assigned to guard me at all times.
In my defense, those two are equivalent to a brick wall.
I mean, I could try talking to them. I really could. But when every response you get is limited to three words or fewer, the conversation tends to die a very quick and painful death.
Still, maybe that was on me.
Something to think about later.
For now, I had a clan head to bother.
[Third Person POV]
Soon after, Hakari arrived in front of the Hyūga clan head's office.
He stopped just short of the door and knocked, careful and deliberate. The Hyūga were infamously strict when it came to etiquette, and he had learned very quickly that even small breaches were considered more offensive then they should be.
"You may enter."
Hiashi's voice came muffled through the door, calm and composed. It sounded as though he already knew exactly who was standing outside.
Hakari pushed the door open and stepped inside. The guards followed, positioning themselves neatly by the entrance, their presence silent but unmistakable. Hiashi Hyūga sat behind his desk, pen in hand, paperwork neatly arranged in front of him. His pale eyes shifted upward, settling on the small figure now seated across from him.
A three-foot-five child, blindfolded, sitting far too confidently in a chair meant for adults.
"Is there something you need, Hakari?" Hiashi asked, setting his pen down.
"Yes…" Hakari hesitated, only briefly, before continuing. "I want to go to the village."
The shift in Hiashi's expression was subtle but unmistakable. The neutral calm faded, replaced by faint irritation. It was clear he had been expecting this request for some time.
Hakari watched him carefully as the clan head considered his response.
"No."
The single word landed like a dead stop.
Hakari frowned, though he had anticipated the answer.
"Why?" he asked immediately. "The elders are always talking about how great the village is, how important the Hyūga clan is to it. If that's true, why can't I see it for myself?"
Hiashi's eyes narrowed slightly.
"What you don't understand is that you are still a child," he said, his voice firm, edged with restrained anger. "And not a normal one. Until the time is right, you will be kept out of the public's eye."
Silence stretched between them.
Hakari didn't respond right away. Instead, he sat there, blindfold tilted slightly downward, a small grin slowly forming on his face as the seconds ticked by.
"Well," he said at last, lifting his head, "if you won't allow it… I might as well go out on my own."
The reaction was immediate.
Hiashi's eyes widened, shock flashing through them before being drowned out by anger. He slammed his fist against the desk, the sharp sound echoing through the room and likely into the hallway beyond.
"You dare threaten something like that?" he demanded, his voice rising.
"Yes," Hakari replied calmly. Then, as if offering a perfectly reasonable alternative, he added, "Or you could let me go on your terms. With those two escorting me."
A sly smirk tugged at his lips. He could tell he'd struck a nerve.
Hiashi stared at him, jaw tight, pride and fury warring behind his expression.
"This brat…" he muttered under his breath.
This time, however, he didn't answer immediately. Instead, he leaned back slightly, forcing himself to think the situation through with a clearer mind.
After nearly fifteen seconds passed, Hiashi's train of thought finally derailed—largely due to the infuriatingly smug grin still plastered across the child's face.
He exhaled slowly through his nose. Hakari could have sworn he saw steam threatening to billow from the clan head's ears.
"Hitensu. Jun."
Hiashi's voice cut sharply through the room.
The two guards outside responded immediately, stepping inside and bowing slightly before taking their places behind Hakari.
"Yes, Lord Hiashi?" they asked in unison.
"Escort Hakari" Hiashi ordered, his tone returning to its usual monotone. "Show him around the village. And make sure he never leaves your sight."
The last sentence carried a quiet edge—an unmistakable hint of killing intent beneath the calm delivery.
"Yes, sir," both guards replied in perfect sync. "We will ensure Hakari never leaves our sight."
Hakari resisted the urge to sigh.
Wow. That was more words than either of them had spoken to him in the entire time he'd known them.
"Very well," Hiashi said, already reaching for his pen again. "All of you may leave."
Hakari didn't need to be told twice.
He hopped out of the chair, white hair bouncing as he turned and practically bolted for the door. Hitensu and Jun followed close behind, falling into step with practiced precision as they exited the office.
For the first time since waking up in this world, Hakari was finally heading outside the walls.
And whatever waited for him in the village, it sure as hell had to be better than another day staring at the inside of the Hyūga compound.
Hiashi remained seated long after the door closed, listening as the sound of footsteps gradually faded down the corridor.
Silence settled over the office.
For a moment, he simply stared at the door, his thoughts drifting elsewhere—backward, to a time before the Six eyes wielder had the guts to threaten him.
[Flashback: Two years ago]
The same office felt different then.
Hiashi sat in the chair opposite the clan head's desk, posture straight and formal. To either side of the desk stood the two elders, Masayori and Ayamako, their expressions grave. Behind the desk sat Hikashi Hyūga, his father and the current clan head.
Age had not been kind to Hikashi's body. His long, once-dark hair had dulled into gray and wrinkles marked his face clearly. Yet none of that diminished his presence. If anything, time had sharpened it. The weight of authority clung to him as naturally as breath.
Hakari Hyūga.
The two years old Bearer of the Six Eyes and Wielder of Limitless.
Techniques long believed lost to time, now reborn within the Hyūga clan for the first time in a century. Only the second individual in the clan's recorded history to possess either—let alone both.
"Lord Hikashi," Hiashi said carefully, breaking the silence. "I believe we should inform the Hokage of the Six Eyes' return."
Hikashi's gaze shifted slowly, drifting from Hiashi to the elders at his side. "Is that wise?" he asked calmly. "We are not obligated to reveal such information. Even the Hokage has no authority to interfere in clan affairs."
Masayori stepped forward slightly. "Hiashi is correct, Lord Hikashi," he said, his voice steady with years of experience. "By revealing this, we gain political influence and the Hokage's trust. A secret of this magnitude holds weight."
Ayamako nodded in agreement. "Masayori speaks true. This could be the decision that allows the Hyūga to surpass the Uchiha in political standing."
The faint venom in his voice at the mention of the rival clan did not go unnoticed.
Hikashi leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled as he considered their words. The room remained tense, none daring to interrupt his thoughts.
Finally, he nodded once.
"Very well," Hikashi said. "Hiashi, inform the Hokage. The Hyūga clan will call for a council meeting. We will reveal the news to the village."
Hiashi bowed his head slightly. "As you wish."
He turned and left the office without another word.
Hikashi watched him go, eyes lingering on the closed door. Slowly, a smile crept across his face—thin and undeniably proud.
He had chosen his heir well.