The Hyuga Clan's Fury

The solid cedar table was split in two by a single palm strike. A middle-aged man in long robes scanned the gathered crowd with a face full of fury; his pure white eyes, already devoid of pupils, blazed with endless rage as the veins at his temples bulged.

"You lot—who can give me an explanation!" the middle-aged man's voice rang out, thick with anger.

This was the main hall deep within the Hyuga Clan compound. The man speaking was the current patriarch, Hyuga Tenin, who was also the strongest member of the Hyuga Clan.

Eight people sat below him, varying in age. The oldest was covered in wrinkles and appeared to be over sixty, while the youngest looked to be in his twenties. They were the strongest members of the Hyuga Clan beneath the patriarch, all of them peak Jonin.

Yet, not one of the eight dared to speak. They kept their heads bowed in silence, save for the eldest elder, who sipped slowly from a cup of clear tea as if the events in the hall had nothing to do with him.

"One Jonin, two Special Jonin, and ten Chunin—all wiped out by a group of children from the Uchiha Clan! Heh, if word of this gets out, will our Hyuga Clan still have the face to stand among the other clans? Will we still be able to hold our heads high in front of the Senju Clan?"

Hyuga Tenin roared. Seeing that no one below dared to speak, his anger gradually subsided. He sat back down and reached for the tea in front of him to moisten his throat, only to realize the table had been smashed in two by his own hand and the tea had long since spilled across the floor. He felt even more stifled.

Seeing that the patriarch had calmed down, one of the men below let out a quiet sigh of relief and said, "Lord Patriarch, this was a miscalculation on our part. We did not expect the Uchiha Clan to produce two such monstrous talents in this generation. Please, give us another chance."

Hyuga Tenin gritted his teeth. "Give you a chance? Will the Uchiha Clan give us one? This time, we have offended the Uchiha Clan to the point of no return. Given their nature, they will surely launch a crazed retaliation. What will our Hyuga Clan have to block them with when that time comes?"

The eldest elder sitting at the front coughed and said, "Calm your anger, Patriarch. Things have reached this point; it would be bad for your health to get worked up. Although the Uchiha Clan is powerful, our Hyuga Clan is not a small clan to be kneaded at will. The best course of action now is to request reinforcements from the Senju Clan. The Uchiha Clan has retreated from the front lines, and the Senju Clan's morale is high. With them acting as a diversion, the Uchiha Clan will not have much strength left to target us."

Hyuga Tenin sighed softly. "That is all we can do for now. But this means we must bow our heads to the Senju... Sigh..."

After a moment of silence, he added angrily, "Regardless of the rest, Uchiha Madara and Uchiha Shin must die. Which of you will handle this?"

The eight people below looked at one another, but no one spoke. Madara and Shin were not worth worrying about; they were confident they could easily kill them with their own strength. But the two were currently within the Uchiha compound, and the Uchiha experts had just returned from the front lines. Going there now would be no different than seeking death.

Seeing his subordinates silent again, Hyuga Tenin felt another surge of irritation. Just as he was about to speak, a calm, girlish voice drifted from the back hall: "Father, why not leave this matter to me? I am quite interested in the geniuses of other clans!"

A girl in white robes walked out from the back. She radiated a heroic spirit, and a smile hung on her face like a blooming white lotus, breathtakingly beautiful.

Hyuga Tamamo, princess of the Hyuga Clan, eight years old this year.

Seeing his daughter suddenly appear, Hyuga Tenin was stunned. After a moment of thought, he nodded slowly. He recognized his daughter's strength.

"Very well, I will leave this to you, Tamamo. I will give you three elite Jonin from the clan to command. Do not go to the Uchiha compound; it is too dangerous. Find an opportunity to ambush them while they are out on missions. It does not matter if we have to wait a few more years."

Hyuga Tamamo nodded with a smile.

The other eight people in the room looked at each other in dismay. So, they didn't have to go to the Uchiha compound to assassinate them? If they had known, they would have taken the mission themselves. Now, they feared they had left an impression of cowardice in the patriarch's mind, and they couldn't help but feel regret.

Time flew, and two months passed in the blink of an eye.

Uchiha Clan compound.

A child of about five years old stood on the surface of a large lake. Three tomoe were clearly visible in his eyes. He held a Kunai in his right hand, and if one looked closely, they could see tadpole-like seals carved into the blade.

Suddenly, the child threw the Kunai forward with a whoosh. He instantly formed hand seals, completing the ninjutsu in less than a second.

"Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu!" A massive fireball chased closely after the Kunai.

The child's gaze was extremely serious. His Sharingan stared fixedly at the fireball, as if preparing for something. In a blur, he suddenly vanished—not through the high-speed movement of the Body Flicker Technique or anything similar, but a true disappearance, leaving not a trace behind.

"Rasengan!"

With a loud shout, the child appeared out of nowhere beside the Kunai flying in mid-air. A sphere of chakra condensed in his hand, which he pressed directly into the fireball. The massive ball of fire was instantly shattered, scattering into countless tiny sparks that fell into the lake with a hissing sound before being extinguished.

Uchiha Shin exhaled softly. The three tomoe in his eyes gradually faded, returning to their normal color. He tucked the special Kunai into his ninja pouch, a look of joy appearing on his face.

"It's been a week since my wounds healed, and I can finally use the Flying Thunder God with proficiency!"

After whispering to himself, Shin returned to the shore and moved around for a while, silently evaluating his current strength.

My main means of attack are still C-rank Fire Style techniques. I only know two B-rank Fire Style techniques and one genjutsu. Combined with the chakra limitations of my age, my true strength is at the level of a Special Jonin. With the Sharingan, I'm probably quite a bit stronger than a Special Jonin, but I haven't reached the level of a full Jonin yet.

However, now that I've learned the Rasengan and paired it with the Flying Thunder God, I might even be able to kill a Jonin who doesn't know my capabilities in a single strike. And as long as I kill a few more Jonin, I'll have enough points to exchange for even more powerful ninjutsu...

Thinking of this, Shin felt a surge of heat in his heart and a strong impulse to return to the clan to accept missions. Now that he had mastered the Flying Thunder God, as long as he didn't go looking for death, there weren't many people in the Warring States period who could threaten him.

As long as he killed enough ninjas from other clans and saved up enough points, things like Sage Mode, Mangekyo, Eternal Mangekyo, Rinnegan, and Sage Body would be easily within his reach.

Just as he was lost in his fantasies, a girl's voice called out: "Lord Shin, Lord Shin...!"

Shin looked up to see Chiyo Hotaru jogging toward him. She reached him, slightly out of breath, and said, "Lord Shin, the patriarch has called for a clan meeting. He wants you to attend."

"He wants me?" Ordinarily, their generation wasn't allowed to attend clan meetings. He thought for a moment and asked, "Is Madara going?"

"Young Master Madara has already arrived."

"I see. Let's go, then!" Shin smiled, pinched Chiyo Hotaru's slightly flushed cheeks from her run, and headed toward the compound.

Chiyo Hotaru touched her face, a faint blush rising, and hurriedly followed after him.