Naruto: I, who fooled the ninja world, was hailed as a savior.

Chapter 247 Old man, is this what you taught him?

Hinata Iroha's cold words fell.

The air, which was originally filled with the stench of blood, turned into a suffocating silence.

The air seemed to have stopped moving, heavy like a waterlogged shroud tightly wrapped around everyone's mouth and nose.

Only the unsettling crackling of the oil lamp on the wall and the amplified sound of blood dripping from Hyuga Ryoujin's severed wrist were present.

Hinata Ryoujin's pupils contracted sharply as he stared intently at Hinata Iroha, as if trying to confirm whether he had misheard.

"You..." His lips trembled a few times before a broken voice squeezed out from his dry throat, "What are you saying?"

“I will speak,” Hyuga Iroha said calmly and seriously, as if stating a given fact, “I will not lay a hand on the one among you who survives.”

As if he had heard the most absurd and vicious joke, the fake smile that Hyuga Ryoto had been maintaining twitched slightly.

He forcibly suppressed the surging anger in his heart and said in a fawning and even pitiful tone, "Don't make such terrible jokes."

As he spoke, he lowered his gaze slightly, seemingly unintentionally glancing at Hyuga Hito, who was slumped on the ground behind Hyuga Iroha.

“I am Yang Dou’s father.”

His voice softened, carrying a subtle hint that only the father and son could understand: "How could a father and son kill each other?"

He emphasized the words "father and son" slightly more, almost imperceptibly.

Seemingly understanding the deeper meaning in his father's words, Hyuga Hito, who was slumped on the ground, trembled almost imperceptibly.

His face, covered by gauze, was slightly turned toward his father, as if trying to listen to something, his hands slowly and silently groping on the ground...

Finally, his fingertips touched the cold, hard kunai.

His fingers tightened suddenly, gripping it tightly in his hand as if he had grasped the only chance of survival. He looked up at Hyuga Iroha, who had his back to him and seemed completely unguarded.

Correct!
That's it!

Upon seeing this, a hint of wild joy flashed across Hyuga Ryoujin's eyes.

Hyuga Iroha is right in front of you!

Before this madman realizes it!
Use all your strength to shove the kunai into his body!

Even if we can't kill him in one blow, as long as we can severely injure him, my son and I will still have a chance to turn the tide!
Under Hyuga Ryoto's expectant gaze, Hyuga Yoto slowly stood up.

However, instead of lunging at Hyuga Iroha like a venomous snake, Hyuga Yoto spoke with a trembling voice.

"What you just said, is it true?"

His gaze seemed to be fixed on Hyuga Iroha's retreating figure, and his voice was hoarse with fear as he said, "If... if I do as you say, you'll let me go?"

Upon hearing this, Hyuga Ryoto's expression froze instantly!
The ecstasy in his eyes was instantly extinguished by the ice water, replaced by a bone-chilling cold and disbelief!
He stared wide-eyed at his son.

"of course."

Hyuga Iroha didn't even turn around, completely unconcerned that Hyuga Yoto had twisted the concept, changing "won't make a move" into "let him leave."

With his back to Hyuga Hito, a ferocious and gleeful smile appeared on his face as he said earnestly, "I swear by the Hyuga surname."

As soon as he finished speaking, it seemed to completely shatter Hinata Hito's last bit of hesitation.

His throat bobbed as he made up his mind to go all in and continued to move forward!
"Hyuuga Yoto!"

Hyuga Ryoto instinctively took a step back, his voice suddenly rising, becoming sharp and distorted with shock and anger: "Idiot, are you insane?! I am your father!!"

Hinata Hito stood frozen in place, his body trembling violently.

"Yes, I'm sorry, Father. I... I understand what you mean."

He kept shaking his head, his voice trembling with tears: "But, but I don't have white eyes, you don't have hands, we can't kill him, we'll all die here..."

"idiot!"

Hyuga Ryōto trembled with rage, nearly spitting out blood, and roared, "I don't have hands, but you do! You don't have Byakugan, but I do! If we combine our hands..."

He paused abruptly, his jaw clenching as his body trembled.

Because he saw that Hinata Hito's ears twitched slightly, and that the face covered by gauze turned in his direction.

This guy wasn't even hesitating about whether or not to attack me.

Instead, he was using his remaining hearing to determine the exact location and distance?!

The thought surfaced in his mind, instantly sending a chill down Hyuga Ryou's spine—a chill that was so intense it was almost painful!
The next moment, before he could react, Hinata Hito suddenly moved.

Despite his severe injuries, he forcibly activated his chakra and used the Body Flicker Technique.

Although his movements were somewhat distorted and unsteady due to his injuries and fear, the speed at which he pounced was extremely fast, and he crashed hard into Hyuga Ryoto's body!

boom! !

Hyuga Ryoto never expected that his son would actually be so ruthless towards him.

Caught off guard, he stepped into a pool of blood, slipped, and fell backward to the ground, his head hitting the ground hard with a dull thud, causing his vision to go black.

However, when he felt one of his legs being grabbed, he suddenly came to his senses.

"Let go! Let me go!"

Seeing Hyuga Haruto lying on the ground, clutching one of his legs, Hyuga Ryoto was both shocked and furious. In a panic, he raised his other leg and stomped hard on Hyuga Haruto's face! After a few kicks, the gauze on Hyuga Haruto's face was quickly soaked with blood, snot, and tears.

But at this moment, he was like a demon crawling out of hell, clinging tightly to Hyuga Ryoto's other leg.

No matter how hard Hyuga Ryoto tried, or how much he kicked and thrashed him, he wouldn't let go. His fingernails even dug into Hyuga Ryoto's flesh as he pulled and crawled with all his might.

"Father! Father! Stop struggling!"

Hinata Haruto uttered a shrill, incoherent voice, almost like a madman: "Rather than both of us dying here, one of us might as well live!"

"I'll avenge you when I get out! I swear, I will definitely avenge you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he gripped the sharp kunai in his hand and plunged it into Hyuga Ryoto's struggling and kicking thigh without hesitation.

*Pfft! Pfft pfft!*

"what!!!"

Having lost an arm and been stabbed multiple times, Hyuga Ryoto let out a shrill and terrified scream!
He stared intently at Hinata Hito, bloodshot veins spreading rapidly across his eyes, as if seeing for the first time the monster he had personally raised.

"Hyuga Haruto! Do you know what you're doing? I'm your father, you beast!!" he roared in fear and rage.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Father."

Hyuga Haruto kept shaking his head, blood seeping from under the gauze, repeatedly muttering, "This is what you taught me, this is what you taught me!"

what?
A look of surprise and bewilderment crossed Hinata Ryouto's face.

Did I teach you?

What did I teach you?
When did I ever teach you to commit patricide?!
"Hahahaha!"

Just then, Hyuga Iroha, who had been watching coldly as if enjoying a wonderful drama, suddenly burst into a laugh full of mockery and sarcasm.

His laughter echoed in the bloody, confined cage, sounding particularly jarring and insane, sending chills down Hyuga Ryoto's spine and filling him with fear!
"Old man! Don't you understand?"

He stopped laughing, looked at Hinata Ryoto, his eyes filled with pleasure: "Now that you have lost your hands and the ability to resist, you are no longer a father to him, but a weakling."

"Draw your sword against the weaker!"

His words were deliberate and sharp, his hatred as keen as an ice pick: "This is the only reason he can live, the only principle you've taught him time and time again, etched into his very bones!"

"Hahahahaha!!"

In the end, Hyuga Iroha couldn't help but burst into laughter, while Hyuga Ryoto's face turned completely pale.

"You... huh!!"

Before Hyuga Ryoto could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a hand grabbing his throat.

"Father, Father, I will avenge you!" Hyuga Yoto, who had completely gone mad, kept chanting as he climbed onto Hyuga Ryoto.

His knee was pressed firmly against Hyuga Ryoto's abdomen, and one hand gripped Hyuga Ryoto's throat like an iron clamp, using all his strength to suppress the struggling Hyuga Ryoto beneath him.

They pinned him firmly to the sticky pool of blood, their movements as brutal as if they were in a slaughterhouse, holding down a howling, struggling pig or dog waiting to be slaughtered.

In Hyuga Ryoto's pupils, bulging with fear and despair, was reflected Hyuga Yoto's distorted image—a face stained with blood, mad, and ugly like a demon!
With his other hand, he raised the still-dripping kunai high and plunged it down hard!

puff!

With a dull thud as the blade pierced flesh, Hyuga Ryoto managed a whimper.

puff!puff!
Once wasn't enough, it had to be done again and again!
Blood splattered wildly, splashing onto Hinata Hito's face and body, which were already covered in blood, turning him into a blood-red monster.

He seemed tireless and oblivious to the gradually weakening struggles of the body beneath him.

He just frantically repeated the action of stabbing and pulling out, as if he wanted to pour out all his fear and twisted will to live through this kunai.

Until, Hinata Ryoto's tense body completely went limp, and all his vitality dissipated like the receding tide.

Those once majestic and arrogant white eyes were now filled only with boundless fear and a deep, unfathomable regret.

Bang!

The blood-stained kunai slipped from Hyuga Hito's trembling hand, falling into a pool of blood with a crisp sound.

"Ho! Ho!"

Hinata Haruto was breathing heavily when he suddenly looked up and asked, "Is that enough?"

He turned that hideous, bloodied face toward the direction where Hyuga Iroha had stood in his memory, and said in a hoarse voice, "Is this enough? I did as you said!"

And in his nervousness, he finally received the response he had hoped for.

"of course."

Hyuga Iroha's voice rang out, tinged with undisguised amusement: "I keep my promise and will not lay a hand on you."

"You can leave now."

The direction from which the sound came was not the location where Hyuga Iroha had stood in Hyuga Hito's memory.

But Hyuga Hito, caught up in ecstasy, completely overlooked this subtle anomaly.

　and also

　　
　
(End of this chapter)