The life of a villain starting from Naruto

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

Severed 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 shame for a father to let his son die fighting with him."

With a snap, the door of the darkroom closed tightly.

Hyuga Ryusuke smashed the wall like crazy.

Blood flowed from his fists and his bones were shattered, but the boy's will was as strong as iron, unmoved by the pain.

After an unknown amount of time, the door to the darkroom suddenly opened.

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

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

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

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

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

…

Fifteen years later.

"Sir Ryusuke." The honest-looking man from the branch family said respectfully:

"There is a battlefield ahead."

"Yeah." Hinata Ryusuke pulled out a new bud of grass, put it in his mouth and chewed it, sucking in the sweetness:

"I said, Lao Jiu, please stop being so serious, okay? We two brothers grew up together, and you speak like a Ryusuke-sama. You must be so different."

"Master Long Jie." Lao Jiu bowed and saluted meticulously:

"There are differences in clan affiliation."

"I'll beat your uncle to death..." Hyuga Ryusuke opened his mouth to curse, but he only spoke halfway before subconsciously shutting up.

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?

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

"Here we come!" Veins popped up in the corners of Ryusuke's eyes, and chakra flowed excitedly:

"Those two children...are they the monsters the clan calls them?"

"Yes, Master Long Jie." Lao Jiu nodded:

"A Senju and an Uchiha, both ten years old."

Hinata Ryusuke's eyes flashed with murderous intent:

"It's really amazing. 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 will become the clan leader. Please consider the family."

"...Hmph." Ryusuke resisted the urge to take action:

"I can't tell, but you have a good sense of the overall situation."

"You are exaggerating, Mr. Ryusuke." Lao Jiu still looked honest and courteous:

"My uncle taught me these, oh, the one you just killed."

"Hahaha, Lao Jiu, I know you are a bad boy... Hahahaha..."

…

Forty years later (the first year of Konoha)

"How about it? This is our village!"

The man in the divine robe laughed loudly, his long hair hanging down to his waist, and the divine light in his eyes that even the sun did not dare to touch.

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

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

Hyuga 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.

"Ryuusuke." At this moment, a voice sounded behind him.

Without looking back, Hinata Ryusuke also knew who it was.

"...Madara, what's the matter?"

"Let's go do some activities at night. If it's you, you should be able to keep me entertained for a while."

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

"He's the Hokage now, he's too busy, and... you're half a human being."

"Hahaha……"

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

"Dead." Hinata 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)

"hidden--"

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.

After Hashirama came back, his health deteriorated day by day. 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 like this, turned around, and met the eyes of his tribe.

A pair of white eyes flashed with passion and ambition.

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

There is no stronger ninja in the world than Tennin.

Apart from Hyuga Ryusuke, who would dare to sit on the position of the Second Hokage?

I heard that the first generation was interested in 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.

However, no one expected that this legendary Tennin 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)

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

Vaguely, he smelled the scent of Shigulin.

"Strange...this thing has something to do with slugs?"

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

Even stranger.

"Well, before you die, do some activities and go out to see that restless caged bird..."

…

Ninety years later (now)

"I'm no one's slave."

The clear voice of the separated boy reached his ears, and Hyuga Ryusuke froze on the spot.

The ninety-year-old man vaguely felt 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 too weak and too bad...

Hinata Ryusuke thought 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 was eating away at Hinata Ryusuke's body.

The old man endured the severe pain and looked at the separated boy, with the corners 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. Are you, ahem, privately engaged for life?"

"...Not so fast."

"Not that fast, not that fast... You don't look like the kind of young boy who doesn't have a handle on his mouth. So, you have a handle in your hand?"

"..."

"Well done!" The old man patted his thighs excitedly, and his muscles and skin cracked, but he seemed not to notice and laughed wildly:

"This guy Hashirama's nose is going to be raised to the sky. He's a wood-eating cow, but so what? Isn't his precious granddaughter still being controlled by our young man from the Hyuga family?"

"I'll go down to Hades soon, and I want to have a drink with him, hahaha..."

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

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

His father's blood-soaked back, Lao Jiu's honest face, Hashirama's hearty laugh, Madara's arrogant 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 ninja career with revenge, and passed away with a proud laugh.

It's really... a good life.