Chapter 33 – Shadows of the Past
The night was still, the faint hum of cicadas filling the Uchiha compound. Most of the clan had long since retired, but in Fugaku's house two men sat awake—Jiraiya and Fugaku—sharing silence heavier than steel.
Between them, untouched cups of tea cooled on the table.
Jiraiya finally broke the quiet. "You knew about him, didn't you? About Akira's father."
Fugaku's sharp eyes didn't flinch. "I knew… fragments. Whispers. His sister—Akira's mother—came back to the clan after disappearing for months. When she returned, she carried the child. And she spoke of a man who wasn't from this world."
Jiraiya leaned back, his expression darkening. "Otsutsuki."
The word hung in the air like a curse.
Fugaku's gaze narrowed. "So you know the name."
Jiraiya sighed, running a hand through his mane of white hair. "Only enough to be dangerous. The Toad Sage spoke of them before, long ago. A clan beyond the stars… one that touched this world, left fragments of themselves in our bloodlines. The Hyūga know more, but even they keep silent."
Fugaku's jaw tightened. "Akira's father—do you know who he was?"
The Sannin hesitated. He rarely hesitated. "No. And that's what bothers me. A man with blood strong enough to leave the boy with a golden Byakugan, and now… a Sharingan unlike any other? A blue flame instead of red? That's not just bloodline fusion, Fugaku. That's destiny breeding itself."
The Uchiha leader's fists clenched, though his voice stayed controlled. "And that destiny will place him in the crosshairs of every clan, every village. Already the Hyūga whisper. Already Danzō circles like a vulture."
"Which is why I'm here." Jiraiya's tone sharpened. "I'll train the kid, shape him. If he really is tied to that prophecy, we can't afford to leave him vulnerable—or worse, manipulated."
Fugaku studied him. Beneath the bluster, beneath the legendary Sannin's swagger, there was a rare sincerity in Jiraiya's words. "And if Akira walks the wrong path?"
Jiraiya's eyes hardened. "Then I'll be the one to stop him."
The room fell into silence again. Two men—one the protector of his clan, the other the guardian of a prophecy—sitting together, bound by a boy whose future might change the world.
Fugaku finally exhaled. "His father may have been an Otsutsuki. His mother was Uchiha. But in the end… Akira is himself. We must remember that."
Jiraiya gave a faint, rare smile. "Heh. Spoken like a real father, Fugaku. Careful, you're starting to sound attached."
Fugaku didn't answer, but in his eyes was a flicker—pride, fear, and something gentler. Something he would never say aloud.
Outside, the night deepened.
And above, unseen stars seemed to pulse faintly, as if the past itself was watching.
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✨ End of Chapter 33
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