MTL - The Life of a Villain Starting From Naruto

Chapter 142 The Tomb of White Eyes

 “Hinata Yuuto, pay attention to the way you speak.” Danzo Shimura stared at him:

 “Every decision made in this room, consider the big picture!”

 “The overall situation?” Hinata Yuuto didn’t give in at all:

 “The name Namikaze Minato refers to the overall situation.”

With two bangs, Hiruzen Sarutobi knocked on the table:

 “Danzo, Yuuto, that’s it for you two.”

Shimura Danzo looked at Yuuto with a sinister look and said nothing.

 It is conceivable that this kind of thing will definitely happen in the future, and even when Namikaze Minato becomes Hokage, the confrontation between the old and the new will become more intense.

 Fortunately, these are just metabolic pains.

Sarutobi Hiruzen lit up a cigarette, not intending to interfere too much, so he waved his hand and motioned for everyone to leave the office.

 Hinata Yuuto walked out of the Hokage Building, went to the back mountain of the Senju Clan, and used necromancy to go to the Shiggou Forest.

Meiko’s body was floating in the breeding tank. Hinata Yuuto moved it out and placed it on a wide branch. He used skin repair medical technology to carefully maintain the body.

　　The skin will change color after being soaked in the antiseptic solution for a long time, and a slightly attentive person will be able to tell that something is wrong. Hinata Yuuto must ensure that Miko looks lifelike. It is best to have a more rosy complexion and a little happy fatness.

Meiko’s meeting with Hinata’s team took place two weeks before the new year. Counting the time, there was only half a month before the “trading day” agreed with Hiashi.

 Hinata Yuuto didn’t hear any news. It was obvious that Hiashi was very tight-lipped about this matter, even from his clan.

This kind of immoral act of digging one's own grave should not be publicized.

 After a long time, Hinata Yuuto stopped, looked at Miko's body, and nodded with satisfaction.

 The skin has been repaired, and the subcutaneous fat has been specially filled. Meiko is no longer thin, but somewhat plump. Just give the skin a color before taking it out for use next time.

"Where can I find a plastic surgeon with such aesthetic ability as me..." Hinata Yuuto muttered to himself, preserving Meiko's body.

 …

The man wearing a hood stood in front of a giant tree, opened a secret mechanism, and walked into the trunk.

 A torch suddenly appeared in front of him. Under the orange light, Hinata Hizu's face under the hood flickered, like a devil who couldn't see clearly.

The old man holding the torch laughed. Perhaps it was because he had not been in contact with the outside world for a long time. His laughter was weird and unpleasant, a bit like a night crow with a broken throat.

“Master Patriarch, have you also reached the age of death?”

"Don't be kidding, I'm just here to pick up some things. Once I get them, I'll leave."

"This is Baiyan's cemetery. Except for me, an old man, there are only countless corpses left."

The old man is very old, and his skin is as wrinkled as a rotten tree, but even if he lives in an underground tomb without living companions all year round, his thoughts are comparable to the fastest lightning in the world:

 “Lord Patriarch, do you want the bodies of your clan members?”

 “Hmm.” Hinata Hinashi said calmly, and quickly added:

 “I am the patriarch and have this power.”

"As the leader of the clan, you naturally have it." The old man turned around and walked in front holding a torch:

"Follow me, Patriarch, don't look around, don't walk around, there are countless eyes staring at us."

Rizu shivered unnaturally. There seemed to be thousands of shining white eyes in the silent darkness.

Because he was too old, the old man's speed was very slow, almost crawling. Rizu followed him. He was panicked at first, but calmed down in the end.

 Like a pilgrimage.

"Why is the most important holy place of our clan built under this giant tree? And there are so many wooden statues along the way..." In the darkness, Rizu said in confusion:

 “I thought I went to the holy land of the Thousand Hands Clan.”

 The old man laughed again:

“When I was very young, my grandmother once said to me, [The ultimate fate of our Hyuga clan is closely related to a tree].”

"My grandmother is a very rare kind of woman. She is strong and smart, better than most men in the ninja world. She trusts her own strength and does not like knowledge beyond the common sense of ninjutsu, but she is deeply fascinated by this sentence. , often whispering in my ears.”

 “What happened to her in the end?” Hinashigaru asked.

"He died. He died under the wooden escape of the Senju of the Forest. That's what he said." Hinata Hinata was speechless. He knew that when the old man was active in the ninja world, the ninja village system had not yet been established, and the old man's My grandmother lived in the brutal Warring States Period, and being killed by a Thousand Hands was a common occurrence.

With heavy and vague footsteps, they came to a wide platform. Countless coffins were inserted into the soil, and in each coffin lay the body of a Hyuga clan member.

 “Please do as you please, Patriarch.”

Rizu nodded, took out the sealing scroll, and sealed the thirty corpses in it.

 “It’s done.” There was excitement in Hinata Hiashi’s voice.

The two of them returned along the same path, with the old man still walking in front holding a torch.

Perhaps he was too happy, or for other reasons, during the return process, Rizu asked abruptly:

 “How does it feel to live in a cemetery?”

"Same."

 “What’s the same?”

“They are all the same.” The old man did not look back and said calmly:

“Outside and inside, it’s all the same. We, the Hyuga clan, are actually a huge lifeless graveyard… ever since the caged bird appeared.”

Hinata’s voice trembles with chills:

 “Are you questioning your ancestor’s decision?”

"The guys who are older than me are all lying here. Even if I question it again, no one can jump out to refute me, right?"

“…A caged bird is a powerful protection measure.” Rizu snorted coldly:

"Because of it, the Byakugan will not leak out, and we Hinata can stand proudly for thousands of years. This is the bond of the family where blood is thicker than water!"

 “A bond?” The old man was noncommittal:

“Just now, you took a total of thirty corpses, all of which were members of the branch family.”

“There are numbers on each coffin. You should be able to understand them. They represent the date of their death. They were all poor guys who died in Konoha between 6 and 10 years.”

“If you see them, you should call them uncle or aunt.”

“But when you sealed their corpses, you did not hesitate or be grateful at all, just like a stupid thief who entered the vault.”

 “Bond? What a ridiculous metaphor…”

 After this period of time, the two of them never spoke again.

 With a bang, the secret door was opened again.

 The sun was shining, and Rizu walked out expressionlessly.

 The secret door slowly closed, isolating him from the old man again.

 “You are wrong, the caged bird can’t be wrong, Hinata’s glory is built on this curse seal!”

 Just before the secret door closed, Rizu suddenly spoke.

 He heard the old man seem to sigh.

The mechanism was locked, and the Tomb of White Eyes was hidden underground again.

Rizu stood there for a long time, until dew dripped on his eyelids and he suddenly woke up.

 “You are wrong.” Rizu whispered softly suddenly, and when the last words fell to the ground, his figure disappeared.

 “Not only are you wrong, you’re also old, grandpa.”

 “You who are called [Tennin]…are getting old after all.”

 “As a miserable gravekeeper, just live on with your last breath.”

 “I am the one who is right.”

 (End of this chapter)