The Life of a Villain Starting From Naruto

Chapter 151 Ninety Years of Wind, Frost, Rain and Snow

Fires filled the sky, smoke was as thick as a dragon, and the carved beams and painted buildings were burned to the ground.

 Broken limbs, blood, howls, and roars.

 This is the late night that dyes everything scarlet.

 “Ryusuke! Hide in!” The man with a broken arm in armor pushed the boy into the dark room:

 “Don’t go out until reinforcements arrive!”

 “Father…” Hyuga Ryusuke shouted anxiously:

 “Let me fight with you! I’m not afraid of death!”

 “Don’t be stupid, silly boy.”

The man with the broken arm turned around. His left eye was bleeding profusely, and his white eye had been gouged out by the enemy. He looked extremely ferocious, but facing his own child, the Hyuga clan leader who had disappeared from history still smiled:

“It is a father’s disgrace to let his son accompany him to death in battle.”

Hinata Ryusuke picked up a kunai, like a wild beast that had lost its mind.

"Ah ah ah ah ah-"

With a snap, the door of the darkroom was shut tightly.

 Fifteen years later.

"I'll beat your uncle to death..." Hyuga Ryusuke opened his mouth to curse, but he only stopped halfway through his words before he subconsciously stopped.

His fists were bleeding and his bones were broken, but the boy's will was as strong as iron, unmoved by the pain.

Hyuuga Ryusuke smashed the wall like crazy.

 …

I don’t know how long it took, but the door of the darkroom suddenly opened.

No one saw that the boy's eyes were faintly flashing with golden light.

 “There are differences in clan affiliation.”

While Hyuga Ryusuke was wandering in the sky, a shocking sound of fighting suddenly came from the dense forest at his feet.

 Lying in the distance is his father, whose eyes were gouged out and he has been dead for a long time.

 “There is a battlefield ahead.”

 “Sir Long Jie.” Lao Jiu bowed and saluted meticulously:

 Forget it, you can’t bully honest people. Lao Jiu is too ignorant. There are only two of us in this place. Why do we pay so much attention to it? Tsk tsk tsk, Lao Jiu is about to get married. Will future generations be as stupid as him?

Reinforcements still have not arrived, and the family's main forces have been diverted elsewhere. The luxurious Hyuga clan's territory has been reduced to ruins, with only scattered enemies collecting loot.

 “Sir Ryusuke.” The honest-looking man from the separate family said respectfully:

 “Here it comes!” Veins popped up in the corners of Ryusuke’s eyes, and chakra flowed excitedly:

“Those two children...are the monsters the clan calls them?”

“Hmm.” Hyuga Ryusuke pulled out a new sprout of grass, put it in his mouth and chewed it, sucking in the sweetness:

“I said, Lao Jiu, don’t be so serious, okay? We two brothers grew up together, and you speak like a Ryūsuke-sama, so we must be very different from each other.”

 “Yes, Lord Ryusuke.” Lao Jiu nodded:

 “A Senju and an Uchiha are both ten years old.”

Hinata Ryusuke’s eyes flashed with murderous intent:

"It's really awesome. For Hinata's sake, it seems necessary to be here..."

"Master Ryusuke, these two children are the eldest sons of their respective clan leaders. Killing them will trigger crazy revenge from the Senju and Uchiha. What's more, the day after tomorrow is the day when you become the clan leader. Please consider this for the sake of the family."

“…Hmph.” Ryusuke resisted the urge to do something:

 “I can’t tell, but you have a good sense of the overall situation.”

 “You are overly complimentary, Lord Ryusuke.” Lao Jiu still looked honest and courteous:

"These are all taught to me by my uncle, oh, the one you just killed."

“Hahaha, Lao Jiu, I knew you were a bad boy... Hahahaha...”

 …

 Forty years later (the first year of Konoha)

 “How is it? This is our village!”

The man wearing the robe of the **** laughed loudly, his long hair hung down to his waist, and the light in his eyes was something that even the sun did not dare to touch.

The heads of the major ninja clans stood behind him, and even the most hard-blooded warriors couldn't help but feel soft in their hearts.

—This is Konoha, a place where future generations can grow up without worries!

Hinata Ryusuke looked at the Hokage Building in a daze. Years of fighting had brought his body to the edge of collapse. He was often tortured by severe pain in the middle of the night, but at this time, none of this mattered.

　　The desire for peace that had been growing deep in my heart since the night my father died in battle finally came true.

“Ryusuke.” At this moment, a voice sounded behind him.

 Hyuga Ryusuke also knew who it was without looking back.

“…Madara, what’s the matter?”

“Let’s go do some activities in the evening. If it’s you, it should keep me entertained for a while.”

"Yo? I thought that except for Hashirama, other ninjas were not human in your eyes."

"He is the Hokage now, he is too busy, and...you are half a person."

"Hahaha..." "By the way, where is the guard next to you? His recovery is not satisfactory."

"Dead." Hyuga Ryusuke subconsciously clenched his fists and said in his heart, "Kill the uncle, beat the uncle to death." After all, he still did not fall out on the spot.

 Lao Jiu died three years ago.

 Died in the hands of the Sharingan.

 …

 Forty-eight years later (Konoha 8th year)

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The coffin wrapped with green vine leaves disappeared into the rain.

Hinata Ryusuke lowered his eyes and let the water droplets slide down his face.

Madara left the village and was killed in the Valley of the End.

Hashirama's health deteriorated day by day after he came back. He died last night and was buried with great splendor as the Lord of Shadows.

 In the end, you two young guys are one step ahead of me... Hinata Ryusuke thought this, turned around, and met the eyes of his tribe.

 A pair of white eyes flashed with passion and ambition.

 The God of Ninja died, and the man with the terrifying eyes was buried in the Valley of the End.

 There is no ninja stronger than Tennin in the world.

Who dares to sit on the position of the Second Hokage except Hyuga Ryusuke?

　　I heard that the first generation of Senju Tobirama...ha, just kidding, isn't the so-called ninja just about who has a bigger fist?

 The future of taking charge of power looms in the minds of the Hyuga clan members.

However, no one expected that this legendary ninja in the ninja world would leave the village forever on the night Senju Hashirama was buried.

 Before leaving, he only left one sentence to his family.

“For a remnant of the Warring States Period like me, the only suitable place is the grave.”

 …

 Eighty-nine years and eleven months later (Konoha 50th year)

 Hyuga Ryusuke, who was extremely old, looked at the dense air mass in front of him, with golden eyes shining.

 Vaguely, he smelled the smell of Shigu Forest.

 “Strange...this thing has something to do with slugs?”

He moved his fingers and felt the sudden surge of chakra and eye power.

 It’s even stranger.

“Well, before you die, do some activities and go out to see that restless caged bird…”

 …

 Ninety years later (now)

 “I am no one’s slave.”

　　The clear voice of the separated boy reached his ears, and Hinata Ryusuke was stunned on the spot.

The ninety-year-old man had a vague feeling that the caged bird in front of him was a ninja that had never appeared before. Those pure white eyes would one day turn into the color of an immortal and ignite the flames of war throughout the world.

The one who beat your uncle to death, Lao Jiu, knows that your boy is wilted and bad...

Hinata Ryusuke thought like this, and the next moment, his body began to disintegrate.

 From skin, to blood vessels, to bones, to every cell.

 Chakra is not omnipotent after all.

 Death is devouring Hinata Ryusuke's body.

The old man endured the severe pain and looked at the separated young man, with the corner of his mouth slightly raised:

"According to the rules of the Warring States Period, you have the right to dispose of my body. The old man's body is destined to be completely disintegrated, but these eyes have some of the essence of an immortal and can be preserved. You can do whatever you want with them."

 “Yeah.” Hinata Yuuto seemed to sigh:

"I guarantee that with your eyes, you can see the final... ending of the Hinata family."

“Okay, it’s good to let me be a sensible person.” The old man paused and seemed to be hesitant. It wasn’t until his body began to disintegrate faster and faster that he couldn’t help but say:

"Ahem, that... the girl from the Senju family just now is Hashirama's granddaughter, right? Your relationship is..."

 “Master and apprentice.”

"Nonsense! You guys must know what I mean. You guys, ahem, have a private life-long marriage?"

 “…not so fast.”

"Not that fast, not that fast... You don't look like the kind of young boy who has no handle on his mouth, so to speak, and has a handle on his hand?"

　　　…”

 “Great job!” The old man clapped his thighs excitedly, and his muscles and skin cracked, but he seemed not to notice and laughed wildly:

"Hashirama, this guy's nose is going to be raised to the sky, he's like a bull, but so what? His precious granddaughter is still being controlled by our young man from the Hyuga family?"

“I’ll go down to Hades soon, and I’ll have a drink with him, hahaha…”

The old man's vision gradually blurred, and darkness quickly swallowed everything in him.

At the moment before his consciousness sank forever, many images flashed through his mind.

 The back of his father dripping with blood, the honest face of Laojiu, Hashirama's hearty laugh, Madara's proud scarlet Sharingan... and finally, the bright and pure eyes of the separated boy were fixed in the pupils.

 Ninety years of wind and frost, ninety years of rain and snow, he started his career as a ninja with revenge, and passed away with a proud laugh.

It’s really...a good life.

 (End of this chapter)