Naruto: Starting from the Reincarnation of the Otsutsuki.

did not expect……

I never expected that what my elders said was true.

The Hyuga clan was really that powerful in the past.

After a moment of silence, he raised a gentle smile.

"Qinglan, you can go now. You've worked hard these past few days. The clan will be holding a celebration soon, so get some rest... As for the reward, it will be given to you after the main family has finished discussing it."

"Yes!"

Hinata Seiran finished his tea in one gulp; it had already gone cold, but he didn't care.

He then stood up and bowed. Just as he was about to turn and leave, he heard Hyuga Hiashi add, "Hyuga Yumi is quite willful, just like her grandfather."

"Qinglan, I know you are a good girl, please be more tolerant of this younger sister."

Hinata Seiran paused, turned around, and bowed.

“I know, Chieftain.”

Hiashi Hyuga nodded in satisfaction, and only laughed out loud when his figure completely disappeared into the room.

"Hahahaha...."

Laughter echoed in the spacious hall, carrying a sense of triumphant exhilaration.

Why is my husband laughing?

"The Hyuga clan is finally going to surpass the Uchiha and stand at the top of Konoha."

Hiashi Hyuga smiled faintly, his steps light as a child's, leaving behind only a brief announcement.

"Notify all members of the clan to convene in the conference room to discuss important matters."

"Yes."

Although Hinata Ayano couldn't understand why her husband was laughing, he didn't want to say more, so she didn't press him for an answer.

As a woman, she naturally understood these principles.

only……

Her gaze fell once again on the teacup that Hinata Seiran had drunk from, where traces of Hinata Seiran still lingered on the rim.

"Throw this tea set away and get a new one."

"Yes, ma'am."

Chapter 3 Let the Bullets Fly for a While

It has been some time since I left the Hyuga mansion, but the noise and laughter behind me can still be faintly heard.

It's obvious that Hiashi Hyuga has probably already believed it.

"Life is truly unpredictable..."

As Hyuga Seiran walked through the streets of Konoha, he couldn't help but sigh once again.

In my previous life, I was able to see far enough ahead.

That scroll was originally written by him by hand after consulting a large amount of information when he was still in the Otsutsuki main family.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to observe the ninja world while accompanying the main clan, he made one of his hidden moves.

The purpose is to one day use it to come to the ninja world, obtain the pure Byakugan of the Hyuga clan, and then evolve it into the Tenseigan.

"It's a pity that some of the arrangements on the moon are probably useless," Hinata Seiran thought to himself. "The scrolls should have already been sent to the secret vault, and the person guarding them is most likely Hinata Yumi's grandfather..."

Hinata Tenkumo.

That old codger.

Recalling the pathetic way he had been punished by the father and son with a caged bird, Hinata Seiran couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

"The search for the remains of the Otsutsuki clan is a long and arduous journey..."

"Things should calm down for a while now..."

To truly dismantle the Hyuga clan from within, and even further obtain what one desires, a single scroll is far from sufficient at present.

Perhaps he needs to find another outside help.

Or perhaps it's another, even bigger bargaining chip.

With that thought in mind, Hinata Seiran didn't stop and went straight to a dumpling shop on the street to sit down.

Although the streets of Konoha were somewhat deserted than in previous years, the good news from the front lines gave the village a rare sense of hope.

Everything seems to be going well.

But this hope will probably be shattered soon.

After all, the goal was to pique that man's interest.

It's not enough to just have a simple scroll...

Hinata Seiran lowered his eyes and looked at the string of crystal-clear tricolor dumplings on the table.

On a bamboo skewer, three round balls are arranged in a row, their white, pink, and green colors complementing each other, and the sugar coating shimmers slightly under the light.

"laugh!"

The meatball at the top was shattered by a bamboo skewer.

Outside the window, the sky gradually darkened, and the hustle and bustle of the streets slowly subsided as night fell.

The entire village gradually settled into a state of tranquility.

Just then, two figures, one tall and one short, slowly walked from the other end of the street.

When the neighbors saw that tall figure, they all showed expressions of awe and fear.

But the man seemed to have gotten used to such gazes and didn't pay much attention to them.

On the contrary, the small figure beside him was accepting the care and kindness from the surrounding residents with complete ease.

"Hey, Orochimaru-sensei, the war will be over soon, right?"

"By then, you'll be the Hokage too, right? Then I'll be the Hokage's disciple! Hehe..." Anko said, unable to stop laughing, her steps becoming lighter.

Orochimaru simply smiled upon hearing this.

"Red Bean, you can't have such thoughts..."

He lowered his head, reached out and rubbed Hongdou's head, his voice still gentle, but with a hint of warning.

"If a disciple thinks that he can become arrogant and rise to the top just because his teacher became Hokage, then..."

"That means this teacher did a very poor job."

As Orochimaru spoke, he led Anko quietly into a quiet detached house.

He suddenly turned around, looked at Hongdou, and said, "As a teacher, I shouldn't be considered a failure, right?"

"How could this be!"

Upon hearing this, Anko waved her hands repeatedly, instantly understanding Orochimaru's unspoken meaning.

His teacher, a disciple of the Third Hokage, did not rely on his status as a Hokage's disciple. Instead, he and his teammates earned the reputation of the "Three Legendary Sannin of Konoha" on the battlefield.

And he himself is the disciple of the next Hokage successor.

I can't believe I even had that thought...

Thinking of this, Hongdou couldn't help but feel ashamed.

Indeed, I still have a lot to learn from Orochimaru-sensei!

"..."

Seeing that Anko had understood his words, Orochimaru didn't say anything more.

After a long period of exploring the mysteries of ninjutsu, one always needs some solace.

Orochimaru now only wants to be like a gust of wind, standing in the position of Hokage, and pushing this aging village forward.

He wanted to see just how far he could take this windmill.

"The path of ninjutsu is ultimately finite," Orochimaru thought to himself, his eyes slightly lowered. "I just wonder where the path ends..."

Just as he was lost in thought, Hongdou's clear voice suddenly rang out.

"Teacher, is there a letter from you?"

letter?

Orochimaru's eyebrows twitched slightly, looking somewhat surprised. He looked down at the letter that Anko had handed him.

The packaging is extremely plain, with nothing particularly special about it.

Who is it?

Jiraiya?

Orochimaru took the envelope and opened it with a slightly puzzled expression.