The Hokage's Office Prostration and the Byakugan Sky Net's Southward Advance

Inside the Hokage's Office, there was dead silence.

The coals in the fireplace had long since gone out, leaving only gray-white embers that gave off not the slightest warmth. The frigid air seemed to have solidified, making this room that symbolized Konoha's highest authority feel like an empty mausoleum.

Baishi sat quietly in the seat of honor, his back to the door.

He was neither handling documents nor watching the snowy view outside. He merely kept his eyes closed, his fingertips lightly tapping the cold desktop with a monotonous yet rhythmic tap, tap.

He was waiting.

Waiting for the sharp blade he had personally tempered to come and pay homage.

At last, the heavy, synchronized footsteps outside the door came to a stop. There was no knock, no announcement. A hand covered in dried blood silently pushed open the heavy wooden door.

A dense stench of blood, mixed with the icy chill of wind and snow, instantly rushed inside.

Hyuga Hiashi stood there in the doorway.

The wounds on his body were no longer bleeding, but the darkened blood crusts soaked into his tattered clothes looked like armor woven from death and pain, a horrifying sight. Not a trace of pain could be seen on his usually stern face, nor was there any exhaustion from having survived disaster.

What remained was only the purest fanaticism, born after every stray thought had burned away.

His gaze crossed the spacious office and landed precisely on the figure facing away from him.

That was God.

The God who had granted the Hyuga Clan new life and allowed them to witness true power!

Bang!

Without the slightest hesitation, Hyuga Hiashi's knees slammed heavily into the cold, hard wooden floor with a dull crash.

Then he lowered his body as far as it could go