At dusk, the Hokage Building was unusually ablaze with light, its brilliant glow illuminating the dim streets around it.
The spacious conference room was crowded with figures. The clan heads from the various families took their seats according to the nameplates, each in his assigned place.
As far as they could remember, a meeting on such a grand scale had only been held once before, when the village was first founded.
The clan heads had just taken their seats when they keenly noticed a newly added place.
Unable to contain his curiosity, Hagoromo Jun craned his neck and quietly read aloud, "Otsutsuki Cang Lu?"
Then he turned to Sarutobi Sasuke beside him and asked, "Is that the clan that caused a stir this afternoon?"
Under the gazes of those around him, Sarutobi Sasuke folded his hands on the table and stared at the nameplate. "That's right! And every one of them has a genuine Byakugan."
Hyuga Ryudo seemed to have become the target of everyone's attention. The others openly or discreetly studied his expression.
He paid no mind to their unusual looks, clicking his tongue before saying coolly, "I wonder how many clans here still have clear records of what happened a thousand years ago?"
Was this some kind of contest over whose clan had the longer history?
Hagoromo Jun silently surveyed the room. Apart from the empty seats for the Senju and Uchiha, only the Hagoromo and the Uzumaki, who were there as observers, remained.
He glanced helplessly across the table at Uzumaki Ashina, whose head of white hair gleamed in the lamplight as he read the paper.
No chance.
If Madara were here, he could at least get him to talk about the Uchiha Stone Tablet passed down through the Uchiha Clan.
Before he could think further, a