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Hizashi stood in front of the incense bowl, watching the smoke twist upward. Neji was asleep in the adjacent room, and the Hinata slept with her wet nurse.
He wore no forehead protector. The green seal on his brow was visible and deliberate.
He knew.
He could feel the shifting stares in the compound, like kunai at his back. He had survived, yes, but survival had no dignity here. Not for someone like him.
There was a knock.
Masaki entered without waiting. His face was a calm lake, unmoved by the fire.
"You were brave," the elder said.
Hizashi said nothing.
Masaki continued, "Hiashi trusted you. So must we. The clan is fragile now. The younger generation needs stability. Hinata needs a guardian. We hope you will accept the duty."
A pause.
"And the price?" Hizashi asked.
Masaki studied him. "Obedience. Counsel. You act as guardian and head only in name. That role remains with the council... until the time is right."
Hizashi almost smiled.
"In other words," he said, "I wear the face of power, while you pull the strings."
Masaki did not deny it.
The next day, the elders met again. Their tone was calmer, but their eyes betrayed the storm underneath.
Elder Ayane unfurled a scroll.
"This is a proposed edict. Hizashi will serve as interim guardian of the Hyūga heir, Hinata. His authority will be constrained. All decisions must be vetted by council quorum."
"And Neji?" Hiro asked. "A child of Hizashi will now live within the main estate?"
"We spin it as unity," said Genryu. "For the sake of the clan."
"Unity built on ashes," Naomasa grumbled.
But no one had better ideas.
Everyone in the room wanted power.
No one wanted responsibility.
They would use Hizashi like a puppet, and if he resisted, well—
There were ways.
Word spread.
The Branch Family murmured that perhaps the seal had lost its curse. If one of their own could walk through fire and survive, maybe fate was not so cruel. Maybe their children had hope.
The Main Family elders heard the rumors and met again in emergency session.
"This cannot continue," Naomasa hissed.
"We need to control the narrative," said Ayane.
Masaki finally raised a solution: "Let Hizashi speak publicly. Let him denounce rebellion. Let him reaffirm the old ways."
It was elegant.
It was cowardly.
Hundreds gathered.
Hizashi stood alone on the platform, rain now gone, but clouds still overhead.
He looked over his people: Main Family, proud and paranoid. Branch Family, scarred and silent.
He took a breath.
"We have lost a great man," he began. "Hiashi Hyūga was strength, clarity, and tradition. His death leaves a wound in our hearts and our clan."
Whispers. Nods. All rehearsed.
"I am not Hiashi. I do not claim his title, nor his legacy. I am his brother. His shield. And I survived where he did not."
Silence deepened.
Hizashi unfastened his collar and revealed the mark on his forehead.
"This seal marks me. It binds me. But it did not stop me from choosing life."
Gasps.
"Let no Branch member think the seal gives you license to rebel. Let no Main elder think the seal makes you safe. The old ways are not walls. They are weights. And we carry them together."
The council watched with narrowed eyes.
Hizashi bowed.
And the crowd—both Branch and Main—bowed in return.
For the first time in decades, the Hyūga had a leader who wore the seal openly, defiantly, and walked through fire not as a martyr, but a man with nothing to lose.
Back in their chambers, the elders fumed.
"He made himself a symbol," Ayane said.
"He undermines the structure," Naomasa growled.
Masaki smiled faintly. "He gave them hope."
"Hope leads to rebellion," said Genryu.
"Then perhaps we let hope burn itself out," said Masaki. "We keep Hizashi where we can see him. And we prepare the girl. One day, Hinata will take the mantle. And the seal will return to silence."
But deep down, even Masaki felt a doubt that the future would ever be silent again.
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And Hiruzen? He continued to preach the Will of Fire—how every leaf of the village was connected, how love bound them, how sacrifice defined greatness.
But behind the curtains, behind the pipe smoke and the elderly smile, he knew: the Will of Fire burned brighter the more it consumed.
And sometimes, it consumed the ones who could never say no.
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