Naruto: Getting Observation Haki By Sacrificing The Byakugan

This procedure, however, was not carried out by professional medical-nin, but by the Uchiha clan themselves.

One by one, the Sharingan implanted in Danzo's right arm were gouged out. With each removal, subtle manipulations from the Uchiha ensured Danzo felt every ounce of agony. He writhed in pain, unable to suppress his screams.

"You… damned Uchiha! I'll be waiting for you in hell!" Shimura Danzo shrieked—his final curse before death.

But rather than pity, the surrounding shinobi felt a wave of relief. The man who preached of sacrifice, who judged others with cold cruelty, was finally getting what many believed he deserved.

After the fifth Sharingan eye was removed from his arm, Danzo's body suddenly began to change.

Green sprouts burst from the skin of his arm. His torso stiffened unnaturally, and signs of petrification started to spread across his flesh.

"What the—?" The Uchiha member performing the extraction froze in shock.

Nearby, Tobirama Senju narrowed his eyes. Though he was long dead, his consciousness—revived under mysterious circumstances—recognized the transformation instantly. The cells of his elder brother, Hashirama Senju, were going berserk.

Having once conducted extensive research on Hashirama's cells, Tobirama understood the consequences of such genetic manipulation. Danzo had used the Yin-based chakra of the Sharingan to suppress the rampant Yang energy within Hashirama's cells—a temporary and highly unstable solution. Once the balance tipped, catastrophe was inevitable.

Kawaki Aoba, now a key figure in Konoha's affairs, stepped forward without hesitation. He moved to Danzo's side, extracting the three-tomoe Sharingan from Danzo's eye socket, as well as the final one embedded in his arm.

Without the suppressing effect of the Sharingan, Hashirama's cells went entirely out of control. The chakra-suppressing senbon no longer worked. Danzo's chakra flared, and for a brief moment, there was a chance he might activate Izanagi once more.

But Kawaki Aoba anticipated this and blocked the possibility preemptively.

Deprived of the Yin power, Danzo's body began to twist grotesquely. Branches sprouted from his limbs, his skin turned into bark, and his internal structure transformed. It was no longer a human form, but a tree—alive, growing, and monstrous.

"Agh… Gaaah…!"

Danzo screamed in anguish. Though many agreed he deserved such an end, the horrifying sound sent chills down even hardened shinobi's spines.

With his last breath, Danzo howled:

"Hiruzen… The teacher made a mistake choosing you as Hokage…"

Even in death, Danzo's thoughts lingered on the Hokage title—and his rivalry with Hiruzen Sarutobi. Yet, he died without seeing his old comrade one last time.

From afar, Tobirama Senju silently watched Danzo's grotesque transformation into a tree-like husk.

No… If given another chance, I would still have chosen Hiruzen. He was no great Hokage… but he was better than you.

And you… I should never have let you harbor such ambition. That was my failing as your teacher. I'm sorry, Danzo. Farewell, my misguided disciple.

Elsewhere, in the Sarutobi clan compound, Hiruzen Sarutobi observed the scene through his crystal ball. Watching Danzo's hideous end—reduced to ash by fire-style ninjutsu—left him shaken and somber.

"Danzo… farewell."

With Danzo gone, attention turned to Homura Mitokado. But the other Hokage advisor was largely seen as inconsequential.

Compared to Danzo's crimes, Mitokado's role seemed minor—his ties to Root tenuous at best. Kawaki Aoba, perhaps out of political strategy, even exaggerated some of the charges.

Still, the scandals within Mitokado's clan were real. In the end, he received a sentence of life imprisonment.

Though spared execution, it remained uncertain whether this was a mercy for someone who once stood at Konoha's highest political echelon.

Root was officially disbanded. The shadow organization that had long haunted the village became a relic of the past.

Danzo Shimura—the embodiment of Konoha's darkness—was no more.

Peace, however, remained elusive. The Uchiha clan, now resurgent, faced internal conflicts.

Rumors circulated: On the night of Danzo's execution, Uchiha Fugaku had a private meeting with Uchiha Tobirama. The details remained a mystery, but from that day forward, Fugaku's trusted men were always seen at Tobirama's side.

Tobirama, unfazed by the scrutiny, pressed forward with his agenda. He recruited numerous Uchiha and began reforming the Konoha Police Force from the ground up.

Though ideological rifts formed between Fugaku and Tobirama, the two maintained open dialogue. It became clear they represented opposing philosophies within the clan.

Elders who disapproved of Tobirama's rapid rise challenged him. He defeated them all—easily.

That duel, in particular, became legend. Many began to whisper that Uchiha Tobirama had reached Kage-level strength.

Trial after trial tested him, but he prevailed. His influence grew rapidly—eventually rivaling even Fugaku's.

Outside the clan, Tobirama's reputation also began to change. Some feared him, others revered him. But none could ignore him.

The Uchiha, once isolated and distrusted, now appeared to be undergoing sweeping change. Whether these changes were truly progressive or merely a façade remained to be seen.

Meanwhile, Kawaki Aoba's activities became increasingly elusive. His silence left many on edge.

Konoha felt like a dream—volatile, shifting, unpredictable. Since Aoba rose to power, nothing had felt stable.

Some even began to suspect that Kawaki Aoba was orchestrating something much larger—something no one had yet seen.

But these were just whispers.

No one truly knew what Kawaki Aoba was planning.

"So, how long are you planning to laze around?"

On the shore of a quiet lake, Yuhi Kurenai looked at Kawaki Aoba, who was quietly fishing, her lips twitching in disbelief.

Beside her, another ninja raised a finger to her lips and whispered, "Quiet, Aoba is cultivating."

Cultivating?

Several question marks popped into Kurenai's mind as she looked at Kawaki Aoba, eyes closed, fishing pole in hand, waiting for a bite in total stillness.

Where was the cultivation? What was he cultivating? New levels of slacking off?

But despite her confusion, Kurenai swallowed her skepticism. If Kawaki Aoba said it was cultivation, then it was cultivation.

After all, this "son-in-law" had power that far exceeded even the Third Hokage's understanding. If Aoba claimed that sleeping was cultivation, Kurenai wouldn't question it.

What she didn't know was that Kawaki Aoba was truly cultivating—only, not in the conventional shinobi way. He was sensing and attuning himself to Qi—the life energy from the Dragon Ball universe's cultivation system.

Much like Goku's training with Mr. Popo at the Lookout, Aoba had begun exploring the realm of Qi on his own, without a mentor.

As his physical body meditated in stillness, deep beneath the ocean thousands of miles away, his corporeal clone battled a massive, golden, hundred-armed Avalokiteśvara—an enemy and training partner alike.

The crushing water pressure, the cold, and the dense resistance of the deep sea served as natural substitutes for a gravity chamber, forging the perfect environment for strength and inner harmony.

Six months passed in a flash.

In that time, many changes swept through the ninja world. Within the Uchiha clan, a new figure emerged: Uchiha Tobirama—a name never before associated with the Uchiha, but now shaking the clan's foundations.

This Tobirama's rise was unstoppable. His strength reached Kage-level, and many began calling him the strongest Uchiha of his generation.

Even Uchiha Fugaku, the clan head, found his influence and reputation eclipsed. Though he tried to maintain control, his efforts were clumsy in the face of such overwhelming talent, reminiscent of the Senju genius—the Second Hokage, Tobirama Senju.

Though Fugaku had yet to reveal his Mangekyō Sharingan, even with it, he stood no chance.

Still, he wasn't idle. He had successfully enrolled his prodigious eldest son, Itachi, in the elite Ninja Academy founded by Kawaki Aoba.

With Itachi's talent, Fugaku believed he would soon graduate, earning a place at Aoba's side—and when that happened, he could serve as a spy within Aoba's organization.

Fugaku's month brought joy too—his wife, Mikoto, gave birth to a second son: Uchiha Sasuke.

Yes, named after the father of the Third Hokage, Sarutobi Sasuke.

Fugaku held high hopes for this child, believing he too would be extraordinary.

But what he didn't know was that Kawaki Aoba had already taken an interest in the newborn. Using his advanced aura-sensing abilities, Aoba scanned the entire shinobi world, searching for a particular signature.

To his disappointment, he confirmed: Uchiha Madara was still alive.

That meant Sasuke was a pure Uchiha child—not the reincarnation of Indra Ōtsutsuki. And if Indra hadn't reincarnated, then neither had Asura. The future Hokage's son, Naruto Uzumaki, who would be born in three months, would also be a normal child—with no destined prophecy and only half Uzumaki heritage.

Perhaps… that was a blessing.

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Meanwhile, in the hidden recesses of Amegakure, a man walked out of a dark chamber.

If Kawaki Aoba had seen him, he would have been shocked.

It was Uchiha Madara, no longer frail and ancient—but restored to his prime. Arrogant, powerful, and radiant with his former youth.

"Madara, congratulations on regaining your youth," said Black Zetsu, emerging from the ground like a shadow. "It seems that forbidden technique passed down by that woman, Fūin, was quite effective."

Madara nodded. "The information you gave me was useful. This body is temporary, but it gives me the strength I've long forgotten." He smirked. "We'll spare the woman—for now."

Fūin, the mysterious kunoichi with a forbidden technique to reverse aging, had been captured by Madara under Zetsu's advice. Though initially skeptical, Madara used her secret jutsu to restore his youth—more out of necessity than vanity.

Until now, he had relied on the Gedo Statue and White Zetsu clones to maintain mobility. But ever since he captured Orochimaru, new possibilities had opened.

Orochimaru's research into longevity and Sage Mode had piqued Madara's interest. He knew Hashirama had mastered Sage Mode—and if he couldn't awaken it himself, he would extract it from someone who had.

He didn't admit it, but meeting Hashirama again—perhaps even battling him—had a certain allure.

"Where is that young man, Orochimaru?" Madara asked, stretching his newly restored limbs. "Bring him to me."

Tobi obeyed and vanished.

As Madara walked freely—without the stiffness or pain of old age—Zetsu's plan seemed more fruitful than expected.

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