Naruto: Getting Observation Haki By Sacrificing The Byakugan

Upon hearing that the Impure World Reincarnation was created by Tobirama Senju, Madara Uchiha's expression turned cold.

"Tobirama Senju… Hmph. That ignorant fool again. Always relying on petty tricks," Madara sneered.

At that moment, Orochimaru suddenly felt a chill. His instincts screamed danger—Madara's killing intent had spiked.

—

After returning to Konoha, Kawaki Aoba immediately had Shimura Danzo detained and handed him over to his subordinate.

"Qingke, keep an eye on this old man. Don't let him cause any trouble, and make sure no one approaches him," Aoba ordered.

Despite Danzo being a former high-ranking official of the village, Qingke did not hesitate to follow Aoba's orders to the letter.

Danzo, realizing he was being imprisoned upon returning to the village, immediately scowled.

"Boy, this isn't what you promised me! What's your scheme in locking up someone like me?" he barked.

Aoba glanced at him with disdain. "Scheme? I don't need schemes to deal with someone like you. You're not worth it."

The words hit Danzo like a hammer. His pride flared, but seeing Aoba's unshakable confidence, he found a strange sense of relief.

He thought: As long as I survive, I'll have my chance. Maybe I won't kill this brat outright—but I'll make sure he regrets this.

So what if Kawaki Aoba is strong? Danzo thought. Would he dare to eliminate me in broad daylight?

At worst, he would bide his time in Konoha. He had waited decades already; waiting a few more years was nothing.

Besides, Danzo had his own version of the Impure World Reincarnation. All he needed were samples from powerful shinobi. With the right preparations, he could reclaim his power—even his legacy.

As Qingke escorted him away, Danzo silently planned the next rise of Root from the shadows.

Unbeknownst to him, Aoba had already charted out Danzo's future—and none of it involved freedom.

When Kawaki Aoba was finally alone, he raised his hand. In his palm hovered a glowing soul orb: the soul of Tobirama Senju, the Second Hokage.

Although it had been reduced to a spiritual form, it was carefully preserved and nourished by the divine power of the Sheep Talisman, a relic under Aoba's control.

Originally, Aoba had intended to release Tobirama's soul and allow him to return peacefully to the Pure Land.

But considering that Orochimaru had already developed a modified Impure World Reincarnation technique, Aoba hesitated. If released, Tobirama might be summoned again as a puppet—something Aoba would not allow.

Thus, he kept Tobirama's soul in his possession. But what was he supposed to do—carry around the Second Hokage like a keepsake?

With the Divine Machine: Hundred Refinements, he could indeed store and protect it indefinitely—but it felt unnecessary.

"Why not assign him to the Ninja Academy as a teacher?" Aoba mused.

With the Sheep Talisman's power, he could maintain the soul's existence and let Tobirama educate the next generation—a form of redemption, perhaps.

Aoba was still mulling over this decision when a knock came at the office door.

He quickly concealed Tobirama's soul orb and called out, "Come in."

A nervous shinobi entered. "Lord Aoba, something's happened. Our enforcement team clashed with the Uchiha. They're in a standoff right now. We couldn't find Lord Qingke, so we came to you."

Aoba raised a brow. "The Uchiha… of course it would be them."

Control your emotions, Tobirama, he thought wryly, sensing the faint disturbance from the soul orb.

He stood up, interest piqued.

—

The cause of the conflict was a simple dispute—an overlap of jurisdiction between the Konoha Enforcement Team and the Uchiha Police Force.

A minor village matter had escalated when neither side backed down, fueled by past tensions.

While such incidents weren't uncommon, repeated clashes had built deep resentment on both sides.

To the Enforcement Team, the Uchiha were arrogant and proud. And with Aoba as their backer, they acted with growing confidence.

"Lord Aoba took care of the Hyūga clan. What makes the Uchiha think they're untouchable?" they thought.

It was only natural such friction would boil over eventually.

What kind of people are the Uchiha? Pride is practically etched into their faces. Getting them to collectively bow their heads is harder than ascending to heaven.

After numerous disputes, the two divisions—the Konoha Enforcement Team and the Uchiha Police Force—didn't go as far as outright conflict, but the mutual disdain was evident.

It was the kind of headache no one wanted to deal with.

Fortunately, Kawaki Aoba wasn't directly responsible. Most of the daily trouble fell to his subordinate, Qingke.

To Aoba, even when these two groups clashed loudly, it was still a trivial matter.

Just as he was preparing to pass the issue to Qingke as usual, Aoba noticed something unusual.

The frequency of clashes between the Konoha Enforcement Team and the Uchiha Police Force had recently spiked.

While each individual incident appeared minor, the overall trend was clearly unnatural.

When Qingke returned from the field, Kawaki Aoba pushed a dossier toward him and asked, "Qingke, take a look—see if anything stands out."

Qingke only needed a glance.

He bowed respectfully. "Lord Aoba, per Lord Zhenhong's prior instructions, I investigated this. Elder Mitokado Homura has been quietly stirring things up behind the scenes. Minor provocations, nothing that could be formally charged."

"I believed I could handle it alone and didn't want to trouble you unnecessarily."

Kawaki Aoba blinked, surprised. He hadn't expected his father-in-law to already be taking care of it.

He felt slightly embarrassed.

But then, inspiration struck him.

Even without Homura's interference, the Uchiha Police Force and the Enforcement Team would still find reasons to clash. He could manage his own side, but that would only be half a solution.

The Uchiha clan—proud, strong, and always held at arm's length from the rest of the village—were a longer-term issue.

Aoba frowned. The Uchiha's loyalty to Konoha was unquestionable, but their arrogance…

He turned his gaze toward a glowing soul orb in his study and smiled darkly.

Since it was the Second Hokage, Senju Tobirama, who had planted the seeds of mistrust toward the Uchiha, perhaps he should be the one to fix it.

Aoba believed that with Tobirama's intellect, he might actually find a viable path for the Uchiha within the village structure.

Whether Tobirama wanted to help was another matter entirely.

Elsewhere in the village, a young Uchiha named Uchiha Tobirama—yes, an ironic name—was fuming.

He was known in the clan for his radical views and uncontrollable pride. Despite being nearly twenty, he had only recently awakened the Double Tomoe Sharingan, and his strength placed him firmly at the level of an elite Chūnin.

He had been spared participation in the Third Shinobi World War—a small mercy, or he might now be a name carved into Konoha's memorial stone.

Though not powerful, he had a knack for making trouble. His arrogance could rival even those with fully awakened Sharingan.

That day, upon hearing of a skirmish between the Uchiha Police and the Enforcement Team, he immediately confronted the other side. If a senior clan member hadn't restrained him, he likely would have escalated the conflict.

Though the situation was deescalated, Tobirama returned home in a simmering rage.

He glared into the mirror at his Double Tomoe eyes, frustrated.

Why am I still this weak? Why haven't I awakened the third tomoe?

In his heart, he dreamed of restoring the Uchiha's former glory—of becoming Hokage.

But those ambitions were distant fantasies.

While he continued brooding, something odd caught his eye in the mirror.

There was another figure standing beside him.

A chill ran down his spine. He tried to turn, but before he could move, a hand touched his shoulder.

Then pain—sharp, cold—at the base of his neck.

His chakra wouldn't respond.

What's happening?!

In the mirror's reflection, he finally recognized the intruder—Kawaki Aoba, the rising star of Konoha's political sphere.

Why is he here?!

Then Aoba smiled, a slow, unreadable grin.

"Your name is Uchiha Tobirama, right? How fitting. Tell me—would you be willing to sacrifice yourself… for the good of the Uchiha and for Konoha?"

Tobirama's eyes widened in disbelief.

Sacrifice? What does he mean?

But his body wouldn't move. His mind grew foggy.

"Don't misunderstand," Aoba said softly, almost regretfully. "I asked you out of courtesy. Your consent isn't necessary."

Tobirama's soul was pulled forcibly from his body.

In his place, Aoba summoned the soul orb of Senju Tobirama, the Second Hokage.

The orb shimmered—resisting, then adapting—as Aoba inserted it into the now-vacant Uchiha body.

This was no ordinary possession.

It was a rebirth.

Uchiha Tobirama had been chosen not just because of his name, but because his temperament, hatred, and instability made him the perfect vessel.

Aoba didn't normally concern himself with minor clan hotheads, but this was the exception.

The Sheep Talisman pulsed in his hand, its power ensuring the perfect fusion of soul and body.

And just like that, the ceremony concluded.

Senju Tobirama had returned—reborn within an Uchiha.

Whether out of twisted irony, cold logic, or simple bad taste, Aoba had decided that the man who once feared the Uchiha most would now have to live as one.

And, perhaps, fix what he once helped break.

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