The Hyuga Clan.
"Slurp~ slurp~ mm... good tea..." Hyuga Hoze sat at the table, propping his cheek on one hand while lifting his teacup with the other. He took a small sip and sighed in satisfaction.
"This thing my grandson made is pretty comfortable, I have to say. Mm-hmm... a little rocking after some tea feels so damn good..."
He narrowed his eyes, then reclined in his rocking chair and savored the fragrance of the tea, seemingly untouched by the commotion outside.
Tap, tap~ tap, tap~ Hyuga Hiashi paced anxiously around the room, his fists clenched tight and his brow furrowed, muttering incessantly under his breath.
Something along the lines of, "We're done for~ done for~ the Hyuga are finished this time..." and, "So many factions... what do we do? What do we do?"
"Should we hand over the Youth-Preserving Pill?! No, no... absolutely not... that's a treasure we could pass down for generations... no..."
"Maybe we should have Qingwu run away. Hide on Hundred Beast Mountain for three to five years... the Ninja World will have forgotten by then..."
"But what about our Hyuga Clan? What do we do?! Maybe I should go out and take the blame... say I lost the secret recipe... then atone with my death?! A former Clan Head should carry enough weight..."
"Damn it... those disgusting higher-ups..." Every so often, he stopped and slammed a fist into his palm, then resumed pacing, his face full of anxiety and worry.
"What is Qingwu thinking... why hasn't he come out yet? I'm worried sick... sigh~ sigh~ sigh~"
Still, judging by those words, Hiashi was a good man. He was just a little too naive. Once greed took hold, it wasn't so easy to satisfy. They wouldn't stop until they had squeezed the Hyuga Clan dry.
Otherwise,