The deaths of Sarutobi and Danzo sent shock waves through the Konoha High Command, yet also brought an unexpected chance for peace. Sunagakure, which had lost its Fourth Kazekage, and Konoha, which had lost its Third Hokage, were like two brothers who had each lost an arm, strangely finding common ground in their shared misfortune. Their leaders quickly hit it off and began postwar negotiations in an unprecedentedly harmonious atmosphere.
Toru Kujyo had no interest whatsoever in these political maneuvers that would shape the shinobi world. Right now, he cared about only one thing-where to live.
Root's underground base was a thing of the past, and he needed somewhere to store the vast fortune he had "inherited" from it. He couldn't keep living under someone else's roof forever.
"Toru-kun, if you don't mind... you could move in with us for now." In the courtyard of the Hyuga estate, Hinata blushed, her voice barely louder than a mosquito's hum.
Hanabi Hyuga, standing beside her, was much more direct. Arms folded, she sized Toru Kujyo up like a little adult and raised an eyebrow. "That's right. Father has agreed, too. The Hyuga Clan has plenty of room. One more person won't make a difference. It's safer than having you wandering around outside on your own, isn't it?"
Toru Kujyo found the stark contrast between the sisters rather amusing: one was shy as a rabbit, the other proud and prickly as a cat. He shook his head, declining their kindness. "Thank you both, but there's no need. I'd rather find a place of my own."
"Why?" Hanabi pressed, puzzled. "What's wrong with living with us? I could even personally guide your Gentle Fist training."
"Because I want to build a big house." Toru Kujyo's reason was blunt and simple. "A very, very big