Naruto: Getting Observation Haki By Sacrificing The Byakugan

Just as Kawaki Aoba was about to catch up with Danzo, the corner of his mouth twitched. He couldn't ignore what was happening behind him.

Orochimaru—always the schemer—had secretly activated the Impure World Reincarnation. That was Hashirama Senju, summoned under Danzo's orders! And yet... Orochimaru had found a way to undo it. Typical.

Heh... And you claimed the modified Edo Tensei jutsu you gave me was flawless?

It was likely Orochimaru had given Danzo a version with built-in fail-safes. A hidden trap, waiting to be sprung. Fortunately, Kawaki Aoba had no need to use it.

What was more concerning was Orochimaru's new target—the Rinnegan. Nagato's current condition was dire. After taking a direct hit from the Silver Wheel Reincarnation Explosion, his body was wrecked. Even if it didn't kill him, it crippled him severely. Had it been any other time, Orochimaru might have succeeded in snatching the Rinnegan.

Now, all Kawaki Aoba could do was hope Nagato survived.

Sensing a chakra signature fast approaching, Kawaki Aoba's lips curled in amusement. If he hadn't seen Orochimaru release Hashirama's Edo Tensei, he might have warned him out of courtesy.

But now that he knew Orochimaru was plotting something, his decision not to act directly was already generous.

Besides, he thought, what if Orochimaru actually succeeds?

These thoughts flashed through his mind as he closed the distance between himself and Danzo.

The moment Kawaki Aoba caught up, he didn't waste time. With a single devastating punch, he crushed Danzo's head—literally.

From Danzo's perspective, he only heard the air crack behind him. Before he could react, his skull burst, and consciousness faded in an instant.

Danzo's headless body tumbled forward, dragged by inertia. But after a few moments, the corpse shimmered and disappeared—erased by the power of Izanagi.

Kawaki Aoba clicked his tongue in disdain, casually watching the blood vanish from his arm as he nodded in satisfaction.

Sure enough, a short distance away, Danzo's body reformed. One more Sharingan on his implanted arm had shut—proof that he had used Izanagi again.

"So it's really you, Kawaki Aoba," Danzo growled. "As a fellow Konoha ninja, you'd betray your own village? Have you lost your mind?"

His voice wavered slightly. Perhaps, only now did he realize how far out of his league he was.

He had witnessed Kawaki Aoba's Silver Wheel technique earlier. Faced with that kind of overwhelming power, Danzo had no sense of security.

Kawaki Aoba stared at him with open contempt. Every part of his expression said You're beneath me.

"Attack you?" Kawaki Aoba scoffed. "Danzo, you think you're worth that effort? I'm fulfilling my duty as a Hokage Assistant—purging the cancer that is you from the village."

Danzo opened his mouth to protest, but Kawaki Aoba didn't care for debates.

"Time's short. I'm not here to entertain your lies. Save your excuses for the afterlife."

He moved. In a flash, Danzo was pinned. The elder shinobi barely resisted before giving in. The power gap was insurmountable. Even relying on Izanagi again would've been a waste.

He knew it too.

Deep down, Danzo clung to one final hope. If I make it back to the village, I still have influence. Root remains in place. And Hiruzen… he wouldn't let me die so easily.

Kawaki Aoba could see it in his eyes.

Hope? he thought. Let him cling to it. Despair tastes better when it starts sweet.

With a flick of his wrist, a thin silver senbon appeared in his fingers.

He thrust it into Danzo's neck, severing his chakra flow. Vital Point Needle—an advanced sealing technique.

No chakra meant no jutsu. The Sharingan on Danzo's arm was now nothing more than decoration. Without chakra, even the most basic dojutsu couldn't function.

He didn't bother removing the eyes. They were valuable evidence for Danzo's crimes, and besides, Danzo wasn't going anywhere.

With the old man subdued, Kawaki Aoba flew off, carrying his captive toward Konoha. A spectacle was waiting to unfold.

He couldn't remain here much longer either. If Uchiha Madara showed up, things could spiral out of control fast.

Kawaki Aoba wasn't afraid of Madara. He had fought him before. But right now? He wasn't interested.

Sure enough, not long after Aoba left, a massive figure flew in from the horizon—Madara, clad in his towering Susanoo, racing across the skies.

Even though the Land of Rain was small, the speed at which Madara traveled from Amegakure was nothing short of monstrous.

On the other side, Orochimaru leapt swiftly between the jagged cliffs of a massive ravine.

Even he found it hard to believe such devastation could be wrought by human hands. If he hadn't witnessed it himself, he would have thought it impossible.

"Could this be the power of an evolved Byakugan?" he murmured.

Orochimaru didn't know the answer. He had no plans to confront Kawaki Aoba—at least, not for now. That boy's strength was simply too overwhelming. But wasn't this a golden opportunity to get his hands on the Rinnegan?

Suddenly, Orochimaru's snake-like eyes lit up. A red-haired figure lay motionless at the bottom of the valley.

"Found you."

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"Finally arrived, huh?" Uchiha Madara hovered above the ravine, encased in his towering Susanoo. He scanned the area blasted apart by the Silver Wheel Reincarnation Explosion, but didn't immediately search for Nagato. Instead, his gaze swept the battlefield, looking for traces of Kawaki Aoba.

Yes—Uchiha Madara already knew about him.

Perhaps not even Nagato himself realized that his own vision had become Madara's. With his Rinnegan, Madara could now tap into the visual field of others linked to its chakra. Through Nagato's eyes, he had seen something shocking:

Hashirama Senju.

But the man he saw was not the god of shinobi from the past. His chakra was faint, and his presence weakened—as though mocked by his own resurrection.

To allow Hashirama to return to the world in such a pitiful state—Madara saw that as an insult. And the culprit behind this summoning? A junior from Konoha: Shimura Danzō.

That was enough to stir Madara into action.

He unleashed his Susanoo and rushed to the scene.

But the appearance of Kawaki Aoba was an even greater surprise.

At first, Madara had dismissed the boy as a nobody. Even the Kage of the Five Great Nations were beneath his notice.

But then Aoba used Shinra Tensei—a technique associated only with the Rinnegan. Madara, watching through Nagato's eyes, sensed the immense ocular power. It wasn't just another Rinnegan—it was the Tenseigan. A dōjutsu that rivaled even his own in power.

The Silver Wheel Reincarnation Explosion that followed confirmed it: this wasn't some fluke. This was a level of power on par with the Rinnegan's Chibaku Tensei.

And it wasn't borrowed power like Nagato's. Aoba's strength was his own.

Fortunately, Madara had arrived just in time to startle the boy into retreat. Had he come later, he might have been forced to abandon Nagato just to protect the Rinnegan.

Now, piloting his Susanoo above the canyon, Madara frowned slightly—Aoba was nowhere to be seen.

A pity.

He had hoped to recruit the boy. Despite his pride, Madara valued strength. Even the leaders of the Akatsuki, despite being tools, were useful due to their power.

That was why he had cultivated Nagato in the first place.

And now, seeing Aoba, he saw a possible new vessel.

But it was fine. The boy was from Konoha. He could run, but he couldn't hide forever.

---

On the other side of the valley, Nagato forced himself to his feet, panting heavily.

He had repelled Orochimaru, who had tried to take advantage of him while he was down, but the cost had been steep.

The Silver Wheel Reincarnation Explosion had nearly destroyed him. Had his defenses faltered even slightly, he would have died. His chakra was completely drained, his body trembling, and even pushing Orochimaru away had taken everything he had left.

As the dust settled, Nagato surveyed the gaping ravine carved out by the blast.

Kawaki Aoba's words echoed in his mind:

"With your current strength, you're not even qualified to be my opponent."

"Not qualified…?" he murmured.

His expression grew cold, but his fighting spirit flared.

Then—a shadow fell over him.

Nagato looked up and saw the massive form of the Susanoo.

"Madara…? Why are you here?" he asked, his voice hoarse. "Did you deal with him already?"

The Susanoo dissipated. Uchiha Madara descended from the sky, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

"That kid who spared your life?" Madara said. "He fled before I arrived."

He stepped forward, voice sharp. "And you—how does it feel to have your life spared?"

Nagato's face darkened, but he said nothing.

Madara sneered. "I told you before. If you rely only on the Rinnegan, you're nothing more than a slightly stronger failure."

He crossed his arms. "Starting tomorrow, your training intensifies. If you prove unworthy of the Rinnegan, I'll find someone who is."

Of course, Madara didn't mean it—Nagato was a carefully chosen vessel, the result of years of searching through countless candidates via White Zetsu agents. The odds of finding another suitable host were astronomically low.

Even if one existed, Madara didn't have the patience to raise another. If Nagato truly failed him, then he'd simply take the Rinnegan back and implant it into his own body.

But that was a last resort.

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Madara turned. A pale figure was slowly backing away, hoping to escape unnoticed.

"You," he said coldly. "Konoha ninja… you're Orochimaru, right?"

Orochimaru froze. A suffocating pressure crushed down on him, and he dared not take another step.

He turned around, masking his unease with a forced smile.

"To think the great Asura of the Shinobi World would know a humble man like me… I'm honored. Is there something I can do for you?"

Orochimaru, as always, was practical. Survival came first.

Madara narrowed his eyes. "You came here chasing the Rinnegan, didn't you? I'll give you one chance to live. Tell me everything you know—about that fake Hashirama you summoned."

The air turned icy.

Orochimaru swallowed hard. Under that gaze, he knew one wrong word would be his last.

And so, he told Madara everything—about the Impure World Reincarnation, and the way he had reanimated the First Hokage.

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