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In the weeks that followed, rumors began to trickle through the Hyuga compound. The midwives whispered about the "silent child" with the gaze of a sage. The guards noted the increased presence of main family elders near Hizashi's home.
And Neji's mother? She never forgot the sight of Hiashi peering into her son's soul.
She grew cold toward the main house. Civil, but cool. And Hizashi noticed.
He walked a delicate line—loyal to his brother, but devoted to his family. As Neji grew stronger, so too did the tension between obligation and affection.
It wasn't just familial.
Among the elders, discussions deepened.
"If Neji truly surpasses expectations," one whispered, "should he not be elevated?"
"Impossible," another replied. "He is branch. That would shatter the system."
"What if the system no longer fits?" came the daring reply.
Hiashi heard the murmurs. And though he dismissed them outwardly, he tightened his control. More surveillance. Stricter scroll access. Fewer private meetings among branch families.
To most, it looked like prudence.
But to Hizashi—it looked like fear.
A fear not just of Neji, but of change. Of possibility.
And Neji, nestled in his cradle, continued to grow—quiet, observant, and unseen.
But the day would come when those True Eyes would open.
And the entire Hyuga clan would be forced to look back.
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The weeks that followed Neji's birth were quiet, but beneath the silence, undercurrents stirred. Hizashi's household was modest compared to the grand chambers of the Main House, yet it was filled with warmth. The tatami mats were worn in places from generations of footsteps, and the paper screens allowed in soft slants of light. It was in this gentle atmosphere that Neji began his earliest struggle.
He was only a month old when he began. His body was frail and small, barely able to lift his own head, yet within him was the soul of Raigo Tenku—a man reborn with purpose, memory, and mission.
Five years.
That was all the time he had. Five years before the Caged Bird Seal would be placed upon him. He would be marked the moment the heir of the Main House turned three. Hinata, still an infant, would trigger the seal's cruel tradition as she came of age.
He had to act before then.
Each morning, swaddled in blankets and lying on the futon beside his mother, Neji would try to activate the True Eyes.
It was no easy task.
Unlike the Byakugan, which lay dormant until awakened by chakra stimulus or intense emotion, the True Eyes were a power foreign to this world—a perception of essence, of deception and knowledge, that required deep awareness. But he was trapped in an infant's body, where neural pathways were still forming and chakra pathways barely pulsed.
He would close his tiny eyes and focus, diving inward. He reached for that distant core where his essence and memories fused with his gift.
The world would become still.
Time slowed. He would feel faint impressions—echoes of people's intentions, soft impressions of truths not yet spoken. But it was like trying to listen to a whisper in a thunderstorm.
Too much noise. Too much static.
Sometimes it gave him headaches. Once, his body trembled for hours afterward. His mother panicked, thinking he had caught a fever.
Hizashi sat beside the futon that evening, wiping a cool cloth across Neji's brow. "You've been pushing yourself, haven't you?" he whispered.
Neji, still unable to speak, looked up at his father with wide, innocent eyes. But Hizashi held those eyes for a moment, almost sensing something deeper.
"You're strong," Hizashi said quietly. "But strength doesn't mean rushing."
The True Eyes training continued slowly. From months two to five, Neji achieved only flickers—an instinctive sense that someone was hiding something, or an awareness of danger just before a vase was knocked over by a careless servant.
But by six months, he could recognize lies. When a visitor told Hizashi he was just "passing by," Neji stared until the man grew uncomfortable. Later, Hizashi discovered the man had visited to eavesdrop on a report.
The realization thrilled and terrified Neji. His power was growing—but it was painfully slow.
His mother became increasingly worried.
She noticed how Neji stared at people—too intently for a baby. How he seemed to know things. He avoided some servants and cried only when certain people approached. His eyes sometimes shimmered faintly—not white like the Byakugan, but something deeper, as if a second sight flickered just beneath the surface.
"Is something wrong with him?" she whispered one night to Hizashi, her hands wringing a cloth.
"No," Hizashi said, though his voice was unsure. "He's… gifted."
"Too gifted," she replied. "What if the Main House notices? What if they…"
She didn't finish. She didn't need to.
By the time Neji turned one, he could sit up, babble, and crawl with purpose. More importantly, he had begun experimenting with chakra control—drawing the faintest chakra to his eyes during quiet moments. It left him exhausted, and he often passed out right afterward.
He was always careful to avoid doing it in front of others.
They can't know.
He remembered the look in Hiashi's eyes.
That day, months ago, when Hiashi had visited to congratulate his brother.
"Congratulations, Hizashi," Hiashi had said, standing tall and calm in the center of the room. "He's a fine boy."
"Thank you, Brother."
Hiashi approached the sleeping Neji and, without warning, activated his Byakugan. The veins around his temples bulged slightly.
Hizashi stiffened.
"Brother…"
"I'm only checking his chakra flow. A precaution," Hiashi said smoothly.
"But to use the Byakugan on a child—on a comrade's child—"
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