The Conqueror of The Shinobi World

When Healing Hurts

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Hanabi Hyuga

Hanabi's arms ached as she made her way back to the Hyuga compound, dust from the day's work still clinging to her training clothes. She wasn't supposed to be helping clear rubble – she wasn't even a Genin yet – but with half the village in ruins, everyone had to work. Even children.

The guards at the compound gate looked different now. Their white eyes were harder, more alert. Nine days ago, they would have bowed slightly as she passed. Today, they just watched, hands never far from their weapon pouches. The change made her stomach twist.

A branch member – she thought his name was Tokuma – walked past, his bandaged forehead protector pulled low over his cursed seal. He didn't bow or lower his eyes like he used to. Instead, he stared directly at two main house members speaking near the garden, his jaw clenched tight. The main house members pretended not to notice, but Hanabi saw how their shoulders tensed, how their voices dropped to whispers.

"—cannot allow this defiance to continue!" Her father's voice carried from the council room, sharp with anger. Hanabi slowed her steps, pressing closer to the wall. Through the paper screen, she could make out several shadowy figures.

"The branch family has legitimate grievances—" someone started.

"Grievances?" Another voice cut in. "They forget their place! Without the seal—"

"The seal that failed to protect my son?" Uncle Hizashi's voice was cold enough to make Hanabi shiver. "The seal that keeps us bound while our children are maimed?"

"Your son's injury was unfortunate, but—"

"Unfortunate?" The sound of a fist hitting wood made Hanabi jump. "My son is blind! Your precious heiress half-blind! And you speak of 'unfortunate'?"

Hanabi hurried past, her heart pounding. She'd never heard adults argue like that before, never heard such hatred in their voices. Her father had always taught her that the Hyuga were united, proud. But that voice in her head nineteen days ago – Naruto's voice – had said something different.

*The system that turns family against family must end.*

She shook the thought away. Such thoughts were dangerous, even in her own head.

The private training garden was supposed to be empty this time of day, but Hanabi heard the familiar sound of feet sliding across stone. She peered around the corner and felt her chest tighten.

Hinata moved through the Gentle Fist forms, her movements precise but... different. The long slash across her face caught the afternoon light – an angry red line that started just below her right cheekbone, crossed her now-milky eye, and disappeared into her hairline. Her dark training clothes were damp with sweat, her short hair clinging to her neck.

As Hanabi watched, Hinata attempted a complex turn-and-strike combination. Without depth perception, she misjudged the distance, her palm striking empty air. Frustration flashed across her face – an expression Hanabi had never seen before the exams.