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One night, Hizashi found it. He sat in silence for an hour reading the strange, near-alien notes.
He's not like us, he thought. He's something more.
And with that came dread.
What if the Main House saw him as a threat? What if Hiashi felt his power was tilting the balance?
Hizashi began placing defensive seals on their home. Just in case.
True Eyes Analysis Log — Entry 3
Observed Subject: Caged Bird Seal (External) Observation Method: Low-grade True Eyes Activation (Approx. 4.6 seconds max exposure) Findings:
Seal layers consist of 3 radial glyph patterns.
Chakra density indicates enforced polarity at cerebral junction points.
Possible quantum binding signature? (unsure)
Activation channel dormant but reactive to external command frequency (likely proprietary to Main House genetics)
Note: Too unstable to probe further. Experienced visual noise and nausea.
Conclusion: This isn't just a seal. It's a neural command rewrite tethered to pain response. Need more exposure.
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By age two, Neji could walk without aid and speak fluently. His physical prowess was still below standard, but his mental acuity had surpassed anyone his age.
Hizashi brought him to the courtyard one morning. "We're going to begin soft palm training. Only stance and balance."
Neji nodded. "Will you teach me the sixty-four palms too?"
"Not yet. You'll need to master rotation first. But we'll begin."
As Neji fell into the stance, his mother watched from the veranda, her hands clasped. She wasn't smiling.
That night, she confronted Hizashi.
"You are preparing him for war. Before he even knows joy."
"I'm preparing him for survival," Hizashi said, voice firm. "You've seen the mark on our foreheads. I won't let his spirit be chained without understanding. If I can give him even one tool to fight it… I will."
She didn't respond, but her tears said enough.
One evening, as the stars began to rise over the compound, Neji wandered into the garden alone. He stared at the pond's surface, watching how the water shimmered with layered light.
He opened his eyes. The True Eyes responded.
For a brief second, he saw something in his reflection—a flicker behind his pupils. A circuit. A loop of light.
A voice stirred within him. Not external, but internal. A sense.
The seal is a net. And every net has knots.
If you understand the knots... you can untangle the rest.
Neji stood quietly, absorbing the world, the burden, and the quiet path he had chosen.
He had three years left, Hinata should be born anytime soon.
The first step had been taken.
The moon hung low over the Hyūga compound that night, an opalescent disk casting a ghostly sheen over the tiled roofs and lantern-lit corridors. Unlike the subdued calm that marked Neji's birth in the branch family compound, the main house was a hive of anticipation and tension. Torches blazed at every entrance, elite sentries stood in alert formation, and a nervous hum passed from servant to shinobi. The birth of the next Hyūga heir was imminent.
In the grand courtyard of the main family estate, clusters of Hyūga members had gathered. Some shared quiet prayers, heads bowed and hands clasped. Others whispered behind their sleeves.
"A girl, they say. But what matters is the eyes."
"Hiashi-sama will be displeased if she doesn't inherit well."
"Another chance to cement the main family's power."
There were those among them who bore genuine hope for a peaceful future, believing that the new heir could unify the scattered hearts of the clan. But others, especially among the ambitious elders and the skeptical younger shinobi, saw the child only as a political weight.
The tension was no less thick inside the compound. In a secluded birthing chamber, Hiashi's wife lay in agony. Her hands gripped the silk bedding, knuckles white, sweat streaking her temple. A midwife dabbed at her brow while the clan's best medical-nin stabilized her chakra.
She clenched her jaw against the waves of pain. Not from the birth, but from the silence outside. Hiashi wasn't there. He hadn't even come to offer her a moment of comfort.
Elsewhere in the estate, Hiashi sat on the dais reserved for the clan head. He was alone in the council chamber, a solemn figure cloaked in white robes, his face carved from stone. He did not fidget or pace. Instead, he stared at the ancestral scroll that rested across the lap of the family statue behind him.
He had not spoken in hours. Not to the elders. Not to the guards. Not to himself.
Footsteps echoed from the hallway. A Hyūga guard knelt at the door. "Hiashi-sama. The child has been born."
The clan head rose. Wordlessly.
He walked in calm, unhurried strides through the moonlit halls until he arrived at the birthing chamber. The medical-nin parted silently, and his wife, exhausted and breathless, barely lifted her head. She held out her hand, seeking his touch, but he didn't take it. He walked past her and stopped at the child's crib.
Wrapped in a pale lavender cloth, the newborn girl slept soundlessly. Her breathing was steady. Her skin delicate and flushed. Hiashi stared at her in silence.
Then, the veins at his temples bulged. He activated the Byakugan.
What he saw was... acceptable. Her chakra flow was balanced. Her tenketsu nodes were all in order. There was the natural resonance of Hyūga heritage. But nothing exceptional.
Nothing like that child from the branch house. That boy. Neji.
Hiashi's gaze hardened.
You are supposed to be the light of the main house. Why are you only average?
Frustration flared within him. He felt cheated.
His thoughts drifted, unbidden, to the past. The day he and Hizashi faced the clan's trial of succession. Hizashi, his twin, his equal in everything—perhaps his better. Hiashi had won by trickery, by maneuvering Hizashi into forfeiting honorably. He became head of the clan. And now, fate mocked him.
His daughter, destined to be heir, was weak. His brother's son, destined to be subservient, was a prodigy.
Hiashi turned away from the child. Without so much as a glance at his wife, he said coldly, "You can name her whatever you want."
He left.
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