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Title: Naruto: Twin's Glory
Genre: Action | Fantasy | war
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How would it influence the konoha?

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what is there goal?

How will they reconcile?

who is the mysterious entity that sent them into this world?

 

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The Hyuga Main Estate was unnaturally quiet. The aftermath of Hiashi Hyuga's funeral still loomed heavily over the ancestral home. Six main family elders sat behind closed doors in the council chamber, their silhouettes sharp against the flickering lantern light. But their voices were hushed, tight with worry—not over grief, but something darker: power.

Elder Hamuro, the most senior, finally broke the silence. "We must address the matter of the cursed seal."

The others looked to him, some nodding, others visibly tense.

Elder Masaki leaned forward. "Without a family head, the control over the seal is broken. We cannot allow that secret to leave this chamber."

Elder Rei's eyes narrowed. "And we cannot grant Hizashi access to the seal's control, even if he is Hiashi's twin. He remains a branch member. That boundary must remain intact."

"But we cannot have the control either," said Elder Genro, nervously fingering his robes. "If the branch members find out that no one can activate or enforce the seal anymore…"

"They will rebel," said Elder Sayo grimly. "The threat of the seal is what holds the Hyuga together. Without it—"

"There is no order," Elder Dai finished. "The branch family must never learn the truth."

Unknown to them, nestled deep within the shadowed walls of the estate, a figure moved in silence. Neji Hyuga, no longer confined to the branch family quarters, had taken residence in the main family estate—publicly as an act of mourning, privately as part of his growing suspicion.

The transition had been subtle. The elders, reeling from Hiashi's death, saw no reason to question Hizashi's request to let Neji stay temporarily in his late brother's rooms. A few courtesies. A few bows. Nothing more.

But Neji had changed. His True Eyes—his inherited gift from a life before—had begun to manifest beyond even his understanding. The True eyes had evolved into something that day, refined through an unexplainable clarity of perception. Now, Neji could not only see chakra, but hear it, feel its intent, its flows.

He had begun experimentation in secret. Through the eyes that saw lies as threads and deception as smoke, he discovered the inner workings of the Caged Bird Seal.

And more recently, he learned something else: the moment Hiashi died, the estate-wide chakra web that held the activation mechanism of the seal… had gone dormant.

He confirmed it again tonight. Now, peering through the walls, he saw the elders panicking.

No one can activate it, he thought. No one can command it.

Neji didn't smile. His mind was moving too fast.

In the quiet of his chamber, Neji sat cross-legged and activated his True Eyes. The seal on his forehead flared slightly—no longer as a brand of subjugation, but now as a data point.

"Activation keys: null," he murmured. "Resonance response: null. External override: disabled."

A diagram formed in his mind's eye. A lattice of Hyuga chakra signatures, etched into the estate's stone, into the blood of the branch family members, and most importantly, into a central command matrix buried in the estate's altar.

But with Hiashi gone, the root signature—the keystone—was gone too.

He blinked. "There's a backdoor."

He had found a method. If he could reconstruct the control command with a replicated keystone signature… the seal could be redirected.

Not broken, Neji thought. Rewritten.

He did not inform Hizashi. Not yet. His father had calmed the branch members with speeches of unity, patience, and tradition. But Neji saw the cracks.

The branch family was scared, yes—but more than that, they were curious. They'd felt the absence. Some whispered of their seals not flaring during discipline drills. Some tested it.

No pain.

No recoil.

Only silence.

Neji began working late at night. He carefully walked the edges of the estate, mapping the resonance nodes with his eyes. With the faintest pulses of chakra, he tested their integrity. No elder noticed. Not even Hizashi, who had his own hands full keeping branch members from asking too many questions.

In time, Neji built what he called a Mirror Key: a fabricated keystone, using fragments of Hiashi's residual chakra from his room, robes, and ceremonial altar. The Mirror Key wasn't strong enough to enforce obedience… but it was strong enough to issue a command.

That night, Neji stood in the central altar chamber. He wore the ceremonial white robes of the main family. Alone.

He placed the Mirror Key upon the altar.

"I am not the head of the clan," he whispered, "and I have no desire to be."

"But if no one can wield the seal… someone must ensure it cannot be abused."

He activated the seal's resonance web.

It flared weakly, sputtered—and then stabilized.

He reached into the lattice. And with a whisper, he rewrote one command:

"No activation allowed until a blood heir of the main family takes over the control seal. However, a pressure of obedience will always be active"

The lattice accepted the condition. He stepped back. The Mirror Key crumbled to dust.

He turned, cloak swirling.

From now on, the seal would remain dormant unless its bearer agreed.

The next morning, Hizashi found Neji in the garden, meditating.

"There's… something different about you lately," Hizashi said, watching him.

"There's something different about the clan," Neji replied.

They sat in silence.

And the cursed bird slept in silence.

For now.

The seal has only gone dormant. The Branch members still believe they are being controlled. Though Neji was against the Caged Bird Seal, he understands that abruptly removing it could have serious repercussions. At this stage, he can only issue low-level commands through the seal—he doesn't yet possess the ability to dismantle it.

1. Danzo would immediately begin eyeing the Byakugan. He would likely attempt to recruit Hyuga into Root using underhanded methods, seeing the current unrest as an opportunity.
2. Other hidden villages would start noticing that the Byakugan is no longer vanishing upon a Hyuga's death. Given how tactically powerful the Byakugan is during wartime, this could provoke targeted aggression, perhaps not an all-out war, but certainly organized efforts to capture or assassinate Hyuga clan members.
3. Internal reform calls would rise within the clan. There would be demands for parity between Main and Branch families, or even a complete restructuring. Years of systemic repression don't disappear quietly many Branch members would experience trauma, anger, and even an identity crisis. They would feel lost. The freedom feels alien, even frightening.
4. The Uchiha clan could seize upon this instability. They might attempt to manipulate the situation to their advantage, coaxing dissatisfied Branch members and using them as leverage in their own plans for rebellion.

This phase is essentially a slow, tense transition where the Branch members begin adjusting to life without overt oppression. Many would start openly praising Hizashi, recognizing him as a stabilizing force and a pseudo-head during uncertain times.

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Hinata Hyuga sat in silence.

One of her eyes was sealed shut beneath a fresh white bandage, taped tight to stop any weeping and the blood. The other eye stared blankly out the shoji-screened window, tracing the gentle sway of the cherry blossoms outside. She no longer blinked when petals fell against the paper door like soft drum beats. It was as if the world had become distant - a soundless, colorless sphere beyond reach.

She hadn't spoken in hours.

In the corner, her nurse whispered to a Hyuga matron, but Hinata didn't listen. She heard only her heartbeat—a hollow thump that didn't match the rhythm of anything else around her.

The memory played endlessly in her head: a weird ninja, the darkness of her room, his hand over her mouth. The sudden pain—sharp, blinding—and then nothing but muffled screams and the sickening crackle of chakra.

She had endured her eye being ripped out, just so her father would be proud of her.

The pain was still there. It wasn't physical anymore—it was something deeper. The eye was gone, but what remained hurt more. Her mind returned again and again to the moment she awoke in her father's arms asking if he was proud of her. She wanted him to say he was proud of her. All she heard was silence.

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When she woke up, she got to know that Hiashi Hyuga, her father, had dead. And she knew—deep inside, in a place no child should be forced to reach, that it was because of her.

She hadn't cried since the day of his funeral.

There had been so many people. The clan compound was packed with every member of the main and branch families. The elders stood at the front, their faces masks of calm, but Hinata could feel the storm beneath their robes. She'd stood between Hanabi and her mother, her bandaged eye a stark reminder of why the funeral had happened at all.

Whispers never stopped. Not even during the rituals.

"The head is gone."

"He shouldn't have killed the Kumo delegate."

"That girl... she's the reason."

"What will happen to our Hyuga?"

Hinata stood still. Not even Hanabi's hand squeezing hers helped. The caged bird seal—a thing she didn't yet understand fully—hung over everyone's heads like smoke.

But all she could think was this: If she hadn't been taken, if she hadn't cried out—if she'd fought harder—her father would still be alive.

Since then, she stopped smiling.

Her caretakers noted it first. She began refusing sweets. Refused to play. She didn't respond when spoken to unless it was an order. She ate in silence. Slept without crying. Her mother thought it was strength. Some of the elders whispered it was good the girl had grown reserved—it was fitting for a Hyuga.

But it wasn't strength. It was numbness.

Hinata couldn't bring herself to connect with anything. When Hanabi asked to play dolls, Hinata only blinked once and looked away. When her mother brushed her hair, she didn't flinch or respond. She was simply... floating. Watching.

She'd taken to wandering the compound. No one stopped her. The guards gave her space. Maybe out of pity. Maybe out of guilt. In those silent walks, she'd hear fragments of elders discussion.

"We can't let Hizashi take the control seal."

"What if someone finds out?"

"The girl is the only heir now."

"She's too weak."

Weak.

They all thought that. Even now. Even after all she'd endured. Even though her father died protecting her.

But what if they were right?

She stood one day beneath the plum tree where she used to train. Neji's words echoed.

"It's not strength to win. It's strength to protect."

She curled her fingers.

But I didn't protect anyone, she thought.

That night, Hinata returned to her room alone. She stared at her bandage in the mirror. Slowly, she unwrapped it.

The socket was closed shut by healing jutsu, but the skin was darkened, hollow. Her bangs fell across it easily. She touched the scar. Her breath caught.

She didn't cry.

She looked herself in the eye and whispered, "I'll become strong. So strong that, i would not have to face such helplessness.'

That was when the shift began.

Hinata woke earlier than usual. She began shadowing the older clan members. She remembered how Neji moved through the compound like a silent ghost. She noticed how the elders talked but never decided. She saw the split—how the branch family members grew more loyal to Hizashi, how the main family floundered.

One day, she watched Neji sparring.

She stepped into the courtyard.

"Can you train me?" she asked.

Neji turned slowly, surprised. The others stopped. For a long time, he said nothing.

Then he nodded.

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The first few weeks were rough. Her body wasn't ready. Her center of balance was off, her depth perception made strikes clumsy. But Hinata didn't cry. She didn't complain. Every time she fell, she got up again.

Neji never praised her. But after one particularly long session, he left a small salve jar at her door. No note. Just the medicine. That was enough.

Hinata had never felt more seen.

One Month passed. Hinata's coordination improved. She began to understand the flow of chakra again. Her Byakugan wasn't as strong on one side, but her sense of presence was sharper now. She didn't rely on sight. She began noticing intentions, pressure, the weight of footsteps.

The elders still whispered, but now it was different.

"She's adapting."

"Is this... a recovery?"

"She's more composed than expected."

But the wound was still there.

Hinata still wandered at night. Still found herself at her father's grave. One night, she sat cross-legged and pressed her palm to the stone.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "But I'll make this count."

She imagined the Kumo jounin's hand around her throat. Her father's voice trembling. The silence of the elders. Neji's distant gaze.

"You protected me. Now I'll protect everyone."

The wind blew gently. Cherry blossoms scattered. Her hair lifted in the breeze.

Hinata stood. Back straight.

From then on, she wasn't the same girl.

She was still quiet, but it wasn't emptiness. It was focus. She trained harder. Her movements became graceful, more fluid. She asked questions. She listened to the politics, learned about the caged bird seal, about the power void in the clan.

She kept her distance from the elders. But she watched them. Closely.

She began writing. In secret journals. Notes about the clan. Who said what. How often. What their tones meant. She was building a map of power, of fear, of future plans.

One day, her mother found one of the notebooks.

"What is this, Hinata?"

Hinata looked up slowly. For the first time in months, her voice was firm.

"I'm learning how to protect the Hyuga."

Her mother didn't reply. Hinata Hyuga was no longer the girl who cried.

She was the one who watched.

The one who remembered.

A piece of her had shattered that night ripped apart like her Byakugan, but what remained was reforging into something new. Not out of vengeance. Not out of rage. But out of necessity. Survival. Resolve.

Her training with Neji continued. Silent, brutal, unrelenting.

He never went easy on her. And she never asked him to.

One afternoon, she took a strike to the ribs that dropped her to her knees. Blood welled at the edge of her lip. But Hinata pushed herself up with trembling arms, her eye burning with the beginnings of something fierce.

"I'm not finished."

Neji stopped acting infront of hinata, started using his potential. Hinata already got that feeling so she didn't mind. Neji paused, his stance unmoved, but there was the smallest twitch in his brow acknowledgment. Maybe even respect.

And with every bruise, every fall, every quiet moment with her breath ragged and her hands scraped raw. Hinata grew.

She wasn't the strongest. She wasn't the fastest. She wasn't the loudest.

But she was becoming unbreakable.

Back within the clan, the political gears continued to turn. The elders grew impatient. The village council had begun pressing them for stability. Kumo had not retaliated openly, but the tension had not eased. Whispers of reparations, of trust shattered between great clans, still hung in the air.

And now, with no clear heir of Hiashi's strength, they considered more desperate measures. Some spoke again of dividing leadership. Others of forging external alliances through marriage. And always Hizashi hovered at the edge of their discussions.

They watched Hinata too. Carefully. Measuring.

They thought she didn't see. But she did.

She saw everything now not with the clarity of two Byakugan, but with something deeper. Intuition. Insight. The eye she'd lost had forced her to rely on more than vision.

One night, as she sat alone in the clan archive hall, poring over old scrolls her father once read strategies, clan laws, chakra theory. Neji approached and knelt beside her.

"You should rest."

Hinata didn't look up. "I can't afford to."

Neji was silent for a moment. Then he set a folded cloth beside her. Inside was a pressed blossom - the kind their mother used to preserve.

"You're not weak, Hinata."

Her breath hitched faintly. That was the first time he had said her name with softness in years.

"You're not like before," he continued, standing. "That frightens them more than your weakness ever did."

When she turned to look at him, the truth in his gaze was steady, calm.

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Title: Naruto: Twin's Glory
Genre: Action | Fantasy
Perspective: Twin OC | Canon Characters | Hashirama & madara era

This is a story of twins, Liam and Asher, a while ago were just normal earthlings. Now, not knowing how they died and were reborn into naruto world one as senju and other Uchiha in hashirama and madara era.

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Unknown Forest, Far Eastern Edge

The forest had a peculiar silence to it—so still, so breathless, that even the rustling leaves seemed to hold their breath in reverence. Neji Hyuga sat at the edge of a jagged cliff, knees folded, palms open. Since the night Hinata had stood with a gouged eye and the broken composure of a child trying to be strong, something inside him had awakened. Or perhaps, something had been shattered.

The transformation—no, the awakening—that followed had been brief, violent, and ethereal. His memory of that moment was fragmentary at best. What he did remember clearly was the overwhelming force coursing through him, the blinding hue of deep royal blue radiating from his eyes, and a sudden silence inside his mind—as if every lie, doubt, or delusion had been burned away. And then blackness.

Since then, he had tried to trigger that state again, drawing on every thread of memory, emotion, and chakra. So far, he had failed.

But something else had changed. The True Eyes, as he'd come to call them, were now accessible at will—though not without cost. When activated, his irises shifted into a stunning, crystalline lattice of radiant royal blue, layered with fractal geometries that pulsed like breathing constellations. The sheer intensity of vision often gave him headaches, but he was adapting.

The True Eyes now granted him finer perception of chakra: not just its presence, but its composition—its density, flow vectors, harmonic frequencies.

He could now; Dissect foreign chakra patterns to identify clan-specific traits, something no Byakugan or Sharingan could do with such clarity.

Sense disruptions or misalignments in someone's internal chakra coils, even tracking emotional anomalies reflected in chakra turbulence.

Focus through obstructions, even chakra-masking genjutsu—though not completely reliably.

However, he still could not enter the "awakened form" again—the transformation that had bent space around him and lit his vision like a supernova. His body simply could not handle it yet. After each attempt, he collapsed for hours or even days, sometimes convulsing from chakra burnout.

A large stone rested in the shadow of a leaning pine, and on it, Neji placed the half-burnt scroll: The Lost Hyuga Heritage. The edges were crisped by fire, and the ink smeared by time and blood. Carefully unfurling it, he began to read.

Most of the text was unintelligible, but a technique name stood clear in old-style kanji:

"八卦千針雨" – Eight Trigrams: Thousand Needle Rain.

From the fragmented sections, Neji gathered the technique's concept: a long-range adaptation of the Gentle Fist, utilizing hyper-threaded chakra filaments condensed into ultra-fine needles.

Emission of chakra needles from the palms, targeting a limited number of tenketsu. Simultaneous emission from multiple tenketsu across the body, increasing coverage and complexity. Omnidirectional emission from all 361 tenketsu, creating a storm of chakra needles capable of overwhelming multiple opponents.

Neji began with the Initiate Level, focusing chakra into his palms and attempting to emit it as concentrated needles. His first attempts resulted in unstable bursts, the chakra dissipating before forming coherent shapes. Adjusting his chakra flow, he managed to project short, needle-like extensions, though they lacked the necessary velocity and precision.

Transitioning to the Intermediate Level, he endeavored to emit chakra from multiple tenketsu simultaneously. This required meticulous control, as each tenketsu had to release chakra in harmony. Utilizing his True Eyes, he monitored the chakra flow, identifying inconsistencies and adjusting accordingly. After numerous trials, he succeeded in emitting a modest array of chakra needles from his upper body, though the lower tenketsu remained unresponsive.

The Master Level remained elusive. The sheer complexity of coordinating all 361 tenketsu was daunting, and without the complete instructions, Neji faced a formidable challenge. Nevertheless, he was determined to persevere.

The scientific principle at play involves the manipulation of chakra's physical properties—density, cohesion, and flow dynamics. By adjusting these parameters, Neji aimed to create stable, functional constructs. His efforts marked a significant departure from traditional Hyūga techniques, venturing into uncharted territory.

The user had to create micro-thin chakra filaments, fully under conscious control, extending from fingertips.

"Chakra must achieve cohesive tensile flow, resisting disintegration under ambient disruption. Precision over force. Stability over quantity."

With his True Eyes, Neji could now visualize how chakra unfurled from his tenketsu—like filaments of energy extending into space. He began by focusing it at his fingertip, narrowing it strand by strand. After several days of trial and error, he was finally able to extrude a 30-centimeter chakra thread that maintained structural cohesion.

The threads had to obey his will, like extra limbs of thought. He practiced weaving them into shapes: spirals, loops, even the crude outlines of a kanji symbol. It was tedious. Each lapse in focus caused the thread to dissipate. Over time, he could maintain three threads simultaneously for about five seconds.

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A/N: One reader has asked as how neji entered has a guarded crypt in chapter 23; it was not guarded as the crypt was looted long back and what neji found was a burnt scroll which he is trying put his true eyes to use and trying to recreate the technique.

and there is also an instance in chapter 5 where Hizashi says "

The True Eyes... he's already tapping into them.

Click to shrink...

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No Hizashi doesn't know neji has true eyes (shingan). But seeing the royal blue eyes. He assumes it to be tenseigan which hizashi calls it the true eyes.

So, the true eyes hizashi assume (tenseigan) is diff from neji's actually true eyes.

How hizashi knows abt tenseigan is a question for future.

Damn, I never thought ppl would find such easter eggs. There are few around, atb finding them.

Click to shrink...

Could the looted items from crypt be linked to how hizashi knew tenseigan?

and who is baby that is about to born? i have already left the answer in chap 2

"Come, Neji—let's go. Your soon-to-come sibling might already be kicking. who do you want brother or sister?"

Click to shrink...

"They won't send Uncle. They'll send you. Think of the baby brother who is going to be born. Think of me. I don't want to lose you."

Click to shrink...

Do you think i did good job on foreshadowing here and there. how many were you able to find? there are still few.

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Once threading was mastered, the filaments had to be compressed, hardened, and sharpened using internal chakra resonance, a technique similar to how sand could be hardened into glass under the right vibration and heat.

This section was too damaged to be useful. The resonance frequency formulas were blackened out. Neji tried to infer them using the True Eyes, but the document's chakra signature had long since faded. Whatever secrets it once held were now ashes.

A New Experiment - The Compression Pierce

Determined to push his chakra control further, Neji moved to a sturdy tree nearby. Its trunk was nearly a meter thick, aged and fibrous.

He inhaled. He extended his right hand, pointer finger raised, then narrowed his focus.

He began to compress the air and chakra at the very tip of his forefinger - a hybrid of wind manipulation and chakra containment. It was delicate work. The bubble that formed was small, perhaps the size of a raindrop, but it shimmered with compressed sky-blue light.

With a single motion, he thrust his finger forward.

A pop, a crackle of released tension and the tree trembled.

He withdrew his hand.

A cylindrical hole had formed in the bark, roughly two inches in diameter and five inches deep, its edges cauterized with chakra burns.

His finger, however, throbbed violently. A fracture near the joint. He hadn't accounted for the recoil pressure generated when the compression bubble collapsed and released its kinetic energy.

He gritted his teeth in pain and made a note:

Lesson: Future iterations must involve a chakra wrap reinforcement layer on the finger to buffer recoil stress on digits.

He called the technique:"Chakra Pierce: Compression Point."(Chakra Sōgeki: Asshuku-ten)

Toward Thousand Needle Rain: Chakra Thread Refinement

Threading, now foundational to the Thousand Needle Rain, became his obsession.

He began experimenting with the viscosity and rigidity of his chakra threads, adjusting:

Phase density: how tightly chakra particles were bound

Oscillation frequency: how rapidly they vibrated

Conductive smoothness: how efficiently they transmitted chakra signals

By adjusting these values using feedback from his True Eyes, he could now manipulate a thread to curve midair, rotate around obstacles, or lash like a whip.

He even began fusing the threads with minute wind chakra, giving them slicing potential. The goal was to create needles that could cut through flesh without ever being seen.

But each improvement came with limitations, The Limitations of Traditional Techniques

As he studied more of what chakra could truly do, Neji came to a harsh conclusion:

"We've wasted our potential. The traditional Hyuga methods are barely scratching the surface."

Most chakra techniques focused on raw discharge or basic shape manipulation. They didn't consider substructural control: the molecular interaction of chakra with physical matter, the wave harmonics of chakra-laced attacks, or the full range of elemental overlays.

Using his True Eyes, Neji realized that chakra wasn't merely energy, it was programmable. A language of its own.

The Next Frontier: Giving Chakra Form

Inspired, he moved to another experiment.

Recognizing the need for advanced chakra control, Neji turned his attention to shaping chakra into tangible forms. He began by concentrating chakra around his hand, attempting to mold it into a gauntlet. The initial formations were unstable, dissipating quickly due to uneven chakra distribution and insufficient structural integrity.

Analyzing the failures, Neji hypothesized that the instability stemmed from the lack of a cohesive chakra lattice - a framework to maintain the shape. He experimented with varying chakra densities and flow patterns, gradually achieving a semi-stable gauntlet that enveloped his hand. Extending this to his fingers, he crafted rudimentary claws, though they flickered and wavered with movement.

But as soon as he clenched his fist or moved his fingers rapidly, the construct shattered.

However, Chakra, unlike solid matter, has poor shear strength. Without internal lattice-binding or reinforcement through elemental layering (like Earth or Wind), the shape collapses under directional strain.

He theorized that by:

Embedding micro-thread coils inside the gauntlet structure, or

Cross-layering elemental chakra in wave-patterns,

he could create chakra armor with actual resilience.

Looking Ahead

With bloodied fingertips and a mind overflowing with revelation, Neji sat under the vast sky once more.

He had a working prototype of the Chakra Pierce, a rudimentary understanding of chakra threading, and a philosophical revelation about the programmability of chakra itself.

His vision of the Thousand Needle Rain was still incomplete, but he could now produce a thread that danced like silk and stabbed like wires.

As dusk settled over the forest, Neji sat amidst the remnants of his training, the charred scroll beside him. His body bore the marks of exertion, but his spirit remained unbroken. The path ahead was fraught with challenges, yet he embraced them with unwavering determination.

By mastering these advanced techniques, he aspired to transcend the limitations imposed by tradition and hierarchy. In doing so, he would honor his own potential, forging a legacy.

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This is my attempt at writing a short SS/filler. I'd love to hear your thoughts what you liked, what you felt, or anything that lingered with you. Please read with an open mind and heart. This is the setting when Neji is 21-years old.

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Neji, 21 years Old, sat cross-legged, alone atop a wind-scraped cliff suspended over an ocean of stars. His True Eyes had been pushed into overdrive in a meditation technique he had devised himself, an effort to map the recursive layers of chakra threading in his own nervous system.

But something… went wrong.

The world flickered.

From behind him, footsteps. Not heavy, not soft. Intentional. Like someone who had walked for millennia and no longer cared for silence.

He turned.

There stood a man or something resembling a man.

Skin gray like stone left too long in moonlight, hair like black threads woven into a crownless halo. His eyes closed. His chakra? Quiet but ancient, stretching far beyond any measure Neji had ever seen.

On his chest was a glowing series of characters:
66835

Neji spoke first.

"Are you… alive?"

The figure tilted its head.

"I am that which failed to live… yet refused to die.""Designation 66835. I was the prototype of perception. The first to open eyes to what mortals are not meant to know."

Neji's True Eyes began reacting voluntarily. They pulsed in fractal resonance with the being layers of chakra signature blooming like old codes unfurling. As if they recognized each other.

66835 raised a hand. A singular, thin thread of crystalline chakra stretched between two fingers, vibrating with frequencies beyond human thought.

"Before your eyes," he said, "there were others."

The stars behind him shimmered, re-aligning into a wheel of glowing designations, each number crossed out, fading away.

"Of the 66,834 before me, none endured. I am the last incarnation. Not a man. Not a god. Merely an answer that was too soon for its question."

Neji stood cautiously, defensive posture ready.

"Why show yourself to me?"

66835 slowly opened his eyes. They were void-black but mirrored Neji's True Eyes layered fractals within, as if the dark contained infinite possibility. But there was rot in them, a corruption along the edges, like code half-deleted.

"Because yours are the first eyes that do not reject me."

A silence passed.

Then, data. Knowledge. Overload.

Neji's mind was bombarded with flashes:

Spiral chakra constructs like trees rooted in space.

Techniques written in binary chakra code.

Concepts like "photon-hinged genjutsu" and "non-local chakra observation."

A technique called Blindfold Pulse, which hides one's chakra presence by mimicking the sensory death state.

The Threefold Needle Grid, a lost pre-Hyuga chakra weapon design that was threaded into flesh itself.

As Neji absorbed fragments of these impossible things, blood trickled from his nose.

"Stop… You'll overload me..."

66835 stopped.

"I am decay. You are inheritance. You must choose what to carry, and what to bury."

Neji gritted his teeth.

"You said you were a failure."

"All great power begins as a mistake. But those who learn from failure... rewrite the world."

66835 extended a hand.

"If you wish, I can unlock more. I can show you the pattern behind chakra evolution, the true Eye Spiral. But be warned…"

"The more you see… the less you'll be."

Neji hesitated. And stepped back.

"Not yet.""I'll learn it the right way. Through blood, discipline… and my own path."

66835 smiled not in joy, but remembering his memory.

"Then you are not like the others. Good."

He began to fade.

But before vanishing, he whispered:

"When the Eye Spiral completes… look for me in the fractured sky. I will be waiting... at coordinate 66835."

Neji jolted awake.

His True Eyes were glowing without his command. A strange thread of solidified chakra had formed across his hand during sleep one he'd never made before.

And in the dirt beside him, as if burned by raw chakra discharge, were numbers:

66835

A/N:

Well, The Last:Naruto Movie inspired me with all the moon setting. and i wanted to explore hamura lineage on the moon and thought i could create a SS filler where Otsutsuki patreon supporters can get to be part of it. with Neji, 21 years old, story will be parallelly running along side.

So basically happenings on moon.

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The soft glow of the morning sun filtered through the paper screens of the Hyuga estate's council chambers, casting long shadows on the tatami floor. Neji stood before Hizashi, his father and guardian, who now bore the weight of leading the clan's internal affairs after his twin brother Hiashi's death.

"Neji, you'll be turning six in a few weeks," Hizashi said, his voice calm but resolute. "You should attend the Ninja Academy."

Neji's brows furrowed slightly. "But otou-san, I don't need to go to the academy. I'm strong enough to be a Chūnin already."

Hizashi allowed himself a faint smile, but his gaze remained firm. "I know your strength, Neji. But this isn't just about you. It's about Hinata. She will be turning four soon. In two years, she'll join the Academy to acquaint herself with children from the other major clans. As her protector, you should be there."

Neji looked away, his lips tightening. "Hinata has also become pretty strong. She has awakened her battle instinct after losing one of her Byakugan and her father's death. She doesn't need protection."

"I've noticed Hinata's growth," Hizashi said, walking slowly to the open screen, gazing at the gentle garden outside. "But it's not always about strength. She's closed herself off from everyone. But you."

There was a long pause.

"Make your preparations, You know what to do till Hinata joins academy right?" Hizashi said softly but with finality.

Neji left the room silently, his thoughts turning inward. The words echoed in his mind, not because of their command, but because of the quiet truth behind them.

As he walked through the silent corridors of the Hyuga estate, the rhythmic sound of sandals against the polished wood mingled with the occasional bird call from the courtyard. Just as he turned the corner toward his quarters, something small and swift caught his eye—a blur of movement hopping from one pillar to another.

A tiny shadow tried to vanish behind a paper screen.

Neji narrowed his eyes and then called out gently, "Hanabi, come out."

There was a tiny gasp and then a high-pitched wail. "Waww! Bathaw caught me!"

Neji knelt down and opened his arms. "Don't cry. If you stop crying, I'll give you a three-colored dango."

Like magic, the tears paused mid-way down her cheeks. Hanabi's wide brown eyes sparkled like the stars in the night sky. "Dango? Thwee colors?" she whispered.

"Yes. Pink, green, and white. Soft and sweet," Neji said, his voice light and warm.

"Okay! I won't cwy," she declared, rushing toward him with tiny steps. She threw her little arms around his neck, giggling.

He picked her up effortlessly, holding her as if she were the most precious thing in the world. "Let's go get some. But you have to promise to stay quiet next time you're sneaking around the house."

"Pwomise! I was pwaying ninja," she mumbled into his shoulder. "Like niichan."

Neji smiled, carrying her toward the side garden where a small bench sat under a blooming cherry tree. The petals danced around them in the breeze, and Hanabi stretched her hand out to catch one. He let her try for a while, then unwrapped the dango and handed her the stick.

"Here you go. Don't eat it too fast."

Hanabi studied it with reverence. "This is so pwetty. Niichan is da best."

Neji watched her take a small bite, her face lighting up with joy. He hadn't seen her this happy in days.

"Do you miss Papa?" he asked suddenly.

"No. But Mama says he watches fwom da stars."

"He does," Neji said softly. "And he's proud of you."

Hanabi leaned against him, chewing slowly. "Will you go 'way to da cademy?"

"I'll still be here," he said, brushing a cherry blossom from her hair. "I'll come back every day. And I'll still train with you and Hinata."

She nodded solemnly, her eyes still filled with questions she didn't yet know how to ask.

A moment later, she perked up. "Can I be ninja too?"

"Of course," Neji said. "You'll be the strongest ninja in the world."

"Stwonger than Niichan?"

He chuckled. "Maybe. But you have to train hard. No more sneaking around the halls."

Hanabi nodded firmly, then offered him the last bite of dango. "You can have this."

Neji took it, more touched than he expected. "Thank you, Hanabi."

They sat in silence for a while, the wind carrying the scent of blossoms and distant tea steam. Eventually, Hanabi dozed off on his shoulder, her tiny hands curled like petals. Neji carried her gently back to the inner house and laid her in her futon. As he tucked her in, he saw the quiet strength that ran through the women in their family his mother, Hinata's mother, and now, little Hanabi.

Since Hiashi's death, the distance between the two mothers had lessened. Often, Neji saw them talking in hushed voices over tea, sometimes even laughing. Tragedy had forced a closeness that politics had previously denied.

Back in his room, Neji sat cross-legged and began to meditate. His thoughts returned to Hizashi's words.

Hinata needs you.

Not to fight for her. But to be there for her.

The Academy wasn't just about techniques or missions it was about forging bonds, facing the world together. And if Hinata was going to step into that world, she deserved to know she wasn't alone.

As the moon rose above the tiled roofs of the Hyuga compound, Neji opened his eyes. Tomorrow, he would begin preparing. Not just to be an academy student, but to be the protector he had once sworn to be not through strength alone, but through presence.

And in a quiet house lit by starlight, Hanabi dreamed of dango, ninja games, and her strong, kind niichan who always came when she cried.

A/N: what did he mean by this?

You know what to do till Hinata joins academy right

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