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A solid cedar table was split in two by a single palm strike.
A middle-aged man in long robes glared furiously at the people seated before him. His naturally intense white eyes burned with rage, veins bulging around his temples.
"Can anyone give me an explanation?!"
His voice thundered through the hall.
This was the great hall deep inside the Hyuga clan compound. The speaker was Hyuga Ten'nin, the current Clan Head and the strongest member of the clan.
Seated below him were eight individuals of different ages.
The oldest looked over sixty, his face full of wrinkles, while the youngest appeared barely in his twenties.
All of them were peak Jōnin—the strongest elites beneath the Clan Head.
Yet none of them dared to speak.
They lowered their heads in silence.
Only the oldest elder calmly sipped tea, as if the chaos in the hall had nothing to do with him.
"One Jōnin, two Special Jōnin, and ten Chūnin... all wiped out by a bunch of Uchiha children!"
Hyuga Ten'nin roared.
"If word of this spreads, will the Hyuga clan still have the face to stand before the other clans? Will we still be able to lift our heads in front of the Senju?!"
Seeing that no one responded, his anger slowly faded.
He sat back down and reached for his tea to soothe his throat—only to realize the table, along with the teacup, had already been smashed by his earlier strike.
This realization made him even more irritated.
Seeing the Clan Head calm down, the group below finally breathed quietly in relief.
One of them spoke carefully.
"Clan Head, this was our miscalculation. We did not expect the Uchiha clan to produce two such monstrous prodigies in this generation. Please give us another chance."
Hyuga Ten'nin gritted his teeth.
"Another chance? Do you think the Uchiha will give us another chance?"
"We have offended them beyond reconciliation. With their temperament, they will certainly retaliate with full force."
"When that happens, what will the Hyuga clan use to stop them?"
The eldest elder at the front coughed lightly and finally spoke.
"Clan Head, calm your anger. What has happened cannot be changed. Ruining your health will solve nothing."
"Although the Uchiha are powerful, the Hyuga are not some minor clan to be bullied."
"For now, the best plan is to seek support from the Senju. The Uchiha have withdrawn from the main battlefield, and the Senju's morale is high."
"If the Senju restrain them, the Uchiha will not have enough strength to spare against us."
Hyuga Ten'nin sighed deeply.
"It seems we have no other choice."
"But doing so means lowering our heads before the Senju..."
He fell silent for a moment before suddenly slamming his fist down again.
"I don't care about the rest!"
"But Madara and Xuan must die."
"Which one of you will handle it?"
The eight people looked at each other.
No one spoke.
Madara and Xuan themselves were not the problem. With their strength, killing two children would be easy.
But the two boys were currently inside the Uchiha compound, and the Uchiha elites had just returned from the battlefield.
Going there now would be suicide.
Seeing his subordinates silent again, Hyuga Ten'nin felt another wave of anger rising.
Just as he was about to explode—
A calm, clear voice came from the back hall.
"Father, how about letting me handle it?"
"I am quite interested in the geniuses of other clans."
A young girl dressed in white stepped out.
She carried herself with a heroic aura.
A gentle smile bloomed on her face like a white lotus—beautiful and pure.
Her name was Hyuga Tamamo, the princess of the Hyuga clan.
She was eight years old.
Seeing his daughter appear, Hyuga Ten'nin paused.
After a moment of thought, he slowly nodded.
He knew very well how strong his daughter was.
"Very well."
"Tamamo, I will leave this matter to you."
"I will assign three elite Jōnin under your command."
"Do not infiltrate the Uchiha compound. That is too dangerous."
"Wait for an opportunity when they leave for missions and assassinate them."
"It does not matter if it takes several years."
Hyuga Tamamo smiled and nodded.
The eight Jōnin exchanged helpless looks.
So the mission did not require infiltrating the Uchiha compound after all.
Had they known that earlier, they would have volunteered.
Now they had probably left the impression of cowardice in the Clan Head's mind.
Each of them felt a trace of regret.
Time passed quickly.
Two months flew by in the blink of an eye.
Uchiha Clan Compound
A child about five years old stood calmly on the surface of a massive lake.
Three tomoe rotated slowly in his eyes.
In his right hand he held a kunai, engraved with strange markings resembling tadpoles.
With a sudden motion, the child threw the kunai forward.
Whoosh!
Almost instantly, his hands formed seals.
The ninjutsu was completed in less than a second.
"Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu!"
A massive fireball shot forward, chasing the flying kunai.
The child's gaze sharpened.
His Sharingan locked tightly onto the fireball as if waiting for the exact moment.
Then—
In a blur, he vanished.
Not the high-speed movement of the Body Flicker Technique, but true disappearance.
No trace remained.
"Rasengan!"
With a shout, the child suddenly appeared beside the kunai in midair.
A sphere of condensed chakra formed in his hand.
He slammed it directly into the fireball.
BOOM!
The massive fireball instantly dispersed into countless sparks that scattered across the lake, hissing as they died out in the water.
Uchiha Xuan exhaled slowly.
The three tomoe in his eyes faded, returning to normal.
He placed the special kunai back into the pouch at his waist.
A satisfied smile appeared on his face.
"I've been fully healed for a week."
"I can finally use the Flying Thunder God Technique (Hiraishin) proficiently."
Standing on the shore, Xuan stretched his body and silently assessed his strength.
My main offensive techniques are still C-Rank Fire Style.
For B-Rank, I only know two fire techniques and one genjutsu.
Considering my chakra reserves at this age, my raw strength is about Special Jōnin level.
With the Sharingan, I'm stronger than most Special Jōnin—but not yet a true Jōnin.
However…
Now that I have Rasengan combined with Flying Thunder God—
If I encounter a Jōnin who doesn't know my trump cards, I might even kill them instantly.
And once I kill a few more Jōnin, I'll gain enough Points to exchange for stronger techniques.
Thinking about it, excitement surged in his chest.
He felt a strong urge to return to the clan hall and take on missions.
Now that he possessed the Flying Thunder God, as long as he didn't seek death deliberately, very few people in the entire Warring States Era could threaten him.
As long as I kill enough enemy ninjas and accumulate Points…
Things like:
• Sage Mode
• Mangekyō Sharingan
• Eternal Mangekyō
• Rinnegan
• The Sage's Body
…will all be within reach.
Just as he was indulging in his thoughts, a girl's voice called out.
"Lord Xuan! Lord Xuan!"
Xuan looked up.
Senya Hotaru was jogging toward him.
She stopped in front of him, slightly out of breath.
"Lord Xuan, the Clan Head is convening a Clan Meeting. He wants you to attend."
"He wants me?"
Logically, people of their generation were not allowed to attend clan meetings yet.
After thinking for a moment, Xuan asked:
"Is Madara going?"
Hotaru nodded.
"Young Master Madara has already arrived."
"I see."
"Then let's go."
Xuan smiled.
He gently pinched Hotaru's flushed cheek and headed toward the clan hall.
Hotaru touched her face, blushing slightly, and hurried after him.