(Disclaimers: I don't own the Naruto or Jujutsu Kaisen franchises. All love and respect to the actual owners)
[A/N: Yo those asking about why hakari hasn't start learning blue or the other techniques he can use using limitless. Even the Reversed cursed technique, chill out he is only 5 years old. He will eventually learn them and become OP. so stay patient.]
[Chapter Start]
Finally. Hakari Hyūga out in the wild!
The thought made its way through my head the moment I stepped beyond the Hyūga compound gates, earning a grin I didn't bother hiding. First time outside the walls, first taste of freedom and, of course, it came complete with my eternal guards.
Some things never change.
My foot met the stone path leading away from the compound, the surface dusted with a thin layer of snow that crunched faintly beneath my steps. I turned my attention forward, toward the village in the distance.
Even without seeing it directly, I could feel it. a massive concentration of chakra clustered together, dense and alive in a way the quiet compound never quite was.
A cold gust of wind swept past me, sharp enough to bite. It lifted my short white hair and tugged at my kimono, fabric fluttering briefly before settling back into place.
Then in an instant the wind simply couldn't reach me. Limitless caught it instinctively, dispersing the force before it could do more than brush my skin.
I noticed the pause immediately.
Both guards had stopped staring straight ahead. Even through the blindfold, I could feel their attention on me—focused. In awe, maybe.
The taller of the two was the first to move, stepping closer and extending a hand toward me. There was hesitation in the motion, but also something genuine beneath it.
I took his hand without comment, and we started walking again, the village drawing closer with each step. The other guard, Hitensu took position on my opposite side, just a pace behind me.
As we continued down the path, I could sense how tense they were. Every fluctuation in chakra, every distant movement seemed to set them on edge. I couldn't really blame them—if anything happened to me, I had a feeling they'd be buried before my body even cooled.
Smoke curled from my mouth as I finally broke the silence.
"So," I said casually, "what are your names?"
Both of them hesitated mid-step before continuing on. The tension around them eased, just a little, like a cord loosening after being pulled too tight.
"My name's Jun," the one holding my hand said, glancing down at me. "And that's Hitensu."
Jun's short black hair fluttered in front of his pale eyes before he casually slicked it back.
Hitensu's hair, by contrast, reached his neck and was tied neatly into a man bun.
Both of them wore standard Konoha jōnin flak jackets, black gloves, and shinobi sandals, with white winter coats layered over them. The Hyūga clan symbol was stitched cleanly across their backs.
Uniforms aside, they carried themselves differently.
"So," I said after a moment, mostly to kill time, "you're both jōnin, right?"
Not that I needed confirmation. I could tell. Still, the walk was long and silence had a habit of getting awkward if left unattended.
"Yes," Jun replied. There was a bit more emotion in his voice this time. "Though I only recently passed the jōnin exams."
We walked for another twenty seconds before I realized the other one hadn't said a word.
"And you?" I tilted my head slightly. "Hitensu? Not much of a talker, are you?"
"I became a jōnin at fifteen," he replied flatly, completely ignoring the second half of my question.
Jun let out a small chuckle. "For context, we're both nineteen. As for why Hitensu's so quiet—he spent the last two years in ANBU."
Huh. no wonder, they are practically conditioned to breathe without making a noise .
That was impressive. Though, admittedly, the bar for "impressive" in this world was a little warped as Kakashi had been an ANBU captain before his puberty had started.
Prodigal child soldiers. Gotta love it.
My thoughts cut off as we finally crossed into the capital.
I could feel it immediately.
The chakra density surged, layered and overlapping in every direction.
Buildings of all shapes and sizes stretched out before me, their rooftops sturdy enough to sprint across without a second thought.
Civilians and shinobi alike moved through the streets, each wrapped up in their own routines, conversations, and destinations.
I'd seen Konoha dozens of times in the anime.
But this?
This was different.
A wave of goosebumps ran through me as I slowed, taking it all in. The sounds, the movement, the sheer 'life' of it all pressed in around me, vivid and overwhelming in the best possible way.
Seeing it on a screen was cool.
Standing here, in the middle of it, was something else entirely. My moment of quiet awe didn't last very long.
"So," Jun said beside me, breaking the spell far too easily, "where would you like to go first, Hakari? The park, the playground, or maybe the academy? I hear they're holding the genin exams today."
That got my attention immediately.
"The academy," I said without hesitation, the excitement bleeding straight into my voice. "Definitely the academy."
Jun smiled faintly, and we set off again.
As we made our way through the village, I continued taking everything in. Civilians and shinobi alike glanced in my direction, some out of curiosity, others with barely concealed interest.
A few kids whispered to each other and pointed, though I ignored it. One of the adults—probably a parent—quickly scolded them, and I smiled to myself.
They probably just thought I was a blind kid being shown around.
If only they knew.
It didn't take long before we arrived at the academy. Even before we reached the building, distant cheers echoed from somewhere behind it. The sound carried clearly through the cold air, sharp and energetic.
We passed through the front gate and entered the training grounds behind the academy.
The clash of kunai rang out immediately, followed by loud cheering. Two students were sparring inside a red circle drawn into the ground, while clusters of other students stood off to the side, watching intently.
But my attention was pulled elsewhere.
I felt it before I fully processed it—an overwhelming chakra presence, dense and unmistakable. Next to it was another signature, darker and more oppressive, followed by two more that were somewhat impressive in their own right.
We stopped beside the fence lining the training field. I let go of Jun's hand and focused fully on those chakra signatures, narrowing in on the two strongest.
Realization hit me like a dropped anvil.
The Third Hokage.
Hiruzen Sarutobi stood near the field, his presence calm but powerful. Beside him were his advisors—most notably Danzō Shimura, whose chakra felt sharp and unpleasant even from a distance.
My eyes widened beneath the blindfold.
The question that had lingered in the back of my mind since the day I woke up in this world finally clicked into place.
When am I?
The Hokage hat resting on Hiruzen's head, the fact that his hair still held color, the relative youth in his posture—none of it matched the image burned into my memory from the nine tails attack. The same was true for the other elders standing with him.
This was before the anime began.
Which meant something far more important than I was comfortable admitting.
A large majority of what I still remembered actually mattered.
And for the first time since arriving in this world, that knowledge felt less like a burden… and more like a loaded weapon sitting quietly in my hands.
I felt it almost immediately.
Both Hiruzen's and Danzō's attention flickered toward me for just a moment before returning to the students sparring below. No doubt about it—they'd sensed me. Anyone at that level would have.
I was still processing that when another powerful chakra signature appeared a few feet behind us.
I almost jumped.
I didn't move, though. Jun and Hitensu felt it at the same time—Hitensu's head snapped back instantly, body tensing on instinct. Then, just as quickly, both of them relaxed. Jun let out a slow breath, the vapor curling into the winter air.
"Sensei Sakumo," Jun said.
My attention shifted to the man walking toward us.
Tall. Broad-shouldered. Muscular in that effortless, veteran-shinobi way. His presence was calm but heavy, like a blade resting in its sheath.
Wait… Sakumo?
That name rang alarm bells in my head.
Before I could dwell on it, I sensed another chakra—smaller, but sharp—right behind him. The boy stepped out from his father's shadow.
Spikey silver hair.
Familiar in a way that made my stomach drop.
"Kakashi," Jun said aloud.
Kakashi, I echoed silently, my thoughts racing.
He was a kid. About my height. Younger than the Kakashi I remembered, but unmistakably him.
And just like that, everything clicked.
I was born into Kakashi's generation.
Which meant—
My thoughts spiraled instantly. Rin's death flashed through my mind at the unwilling hand of kakashi. Obito being crushed beneath the boulder. Madara manipulating obito. The spiral into darkness that followed.
I can stop it.
The thought came fast, sharp, intoxicating.
I can save Rin. I can keep Obito from falling into Madara's hands.
A laugh snapped me out of it.
I looked up just in time to meet Sakumo Hatake's gaze. He was smiling, genuine and warm, nothing like the weight his chakra carried.
"So you must be Hakari." he said, leaning down slightly and extending a hand toward me. "Nice to meet you. I'm Sakumo Hatake."
He didn't hesitate or question the blindfold.
He already knew who I was.
I stared at his outstretched hand for a moment, then took it.
The White Fang of the Leaf and more importantly Kakashi's father, who will commit suicide.
I shook his hand, then turned my head toward the smaller copy of him standing nearby—same hair, same posture.
"Go on, Kakashi," Sakumo said, giving his son a light nudge forward. "Introduce yourself. You'll probably end up in the same class."
Kakashi nodded once and stepped toward me. He looked me over for a second, eyes lingering on the blindfold, then held out his hand.
"Kakashi Hatake," he said, flat and matter-of-fact. "What's your name?"
"Hakari Hyuga. Nice to meet you, Kakashi."
We shook hands. His grip was firm for a kid, which somehow didn't surprise me.
After that, we turned back to the sparring students. Jun stood near me, still talking quietly with Sakumo. Kakashi was on my left, Hitensu on my right, his guard never fully dropping. Time passed like that, watching kunai clash and listening to cheers rise and fall.
Eventually, Kakashi's curiosity won.
"How do you see with the blindfold on?" he asked bluntly.
I glanced at him and barely managed not to laugh at the look on his face.
"The same way you talk with a mask on," I replied without missing a beat.
He stiffened. "What does that even mean?" His tone sharpened. "Do you just have your Byakugan on all the time?"
That one caught me off guard.
He knows about the Byakugan? At four?
"No," I said. "I don't have the Byakugan."
He frowned. "But you're a Hyuga."
"Yeah. I just have something else instead." I tapped the edge of my blindfold. "Six Eyes."
"You have six eyes?" Kakashi half-shouted, his usual detached expression finally cracking.
That did it. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I laughed—and judging by the sound, Sakumo did too.
Kakashi clearly didn't appreciate being laughed at. He let out a sharp breath through his nose and crossed his arms.
I calmed myself and reached up, slowly lowering the blindfold.
I felt it immediately—the attention. Jun, Hitensu, and Sakumo all went quiet. When I opened my eyes, the Six Eyes flared to life, the familiar sky-like glow reflecting in every gaze locked onto me.
No one spoke.
For a moment, they just stared.
"The Six Eyes are a dōjutsu," I said simply.
That was when I noticed two more gazes settle on me.
Hiruzen Sarutobi and Danzō Shimura.
And this time, neither of them looked away when my eyes met theirs.
[Flashback: Two years ago]
the Konoha council chamber was louder than usual.
The shinobi council occupied the right side of the room—veteran ninja, active elites, and the heads of Konoha's major clans. Across from them sat the civilian council, made up of influential merchants, landowners, and a handful of representatives pushing for social reform.
Monetary and physical power shared the same space.
At the center of it all sat the Third Hokage. Next to him, danzo shimura.
Hiruzen Sarutobi cleared his throat, the sound sharp enough to cut through the chatter. Conversations died down almost instantly.
"This council meeting has been called at the request of the Hyuga clan," he announced. "Clan Head Hikashi Hyuga will now speak."
All attention shifted toward the pale-eyed man as he stood.
"For the past two years," Hikashi began, "the Hyuga clan has safeguarded a secret of great importance. One that we believe can no longer remain hidden from the village."
Murmurs rippled through the room.
Even Danzō Shimura, seated beside the Hokage, angled his head slightly in interest.
"This secret," Hikashi continued, "dates back more than a century—to the clan war era."
That alone made several council members stiffen.
"During that time, the Hyuga clan was blessed with a child born bearing two bloodline abilities never before recorded." Hikashi paused deliberately. "The Six Eyes dōjutsu… and the Limitless technique."
Confusion spread immediately.
Some clan heads brows rose. Others exchanged looks. Most clearly had no idea what he was talking about.
Hiruzen's expression sharpened.
"The wielder of these abilities," Hikashi said, "was Satoru Hyuga."
That name hit differently.
Those who heard of it before, reacted instantly.
Those who knew aside from the hokage were couple of the clan heads. Most notably, Tsunade Senju and Kagami Uchiha.
Several of the older shinobi eyes widened, recognition finally catching up.
"Satoru Hyuga rose to become the strongest shinobi of his era," Hikashi continued. "He stood at the peak of the elemental nations, elevating the Hyuga clan above even the Senju and the Uchiha."
A bold claim—but no one challenged it.
"After his death, the Six Eyes and Limitless were believed lost," Hikashi said. "Until two years ago."
The room went silent.
"A child was born to the Hyuga clan," he finished. "Bearing the same bloodline abilities."
He lowered his head slightly.
"His name is Hakari Hyuga."
The chamber remained silent as most didn't have anything to say.
Hiruzen exhaled slowly, already calculating the political consequences.
Danzō, meanwhile, showed no outward reaction—only quiet interest behind his single visible eye.
A certain busty blonde had a thinking look adorning her pretty face.
She recalled a memory from when she was a genin, sitting across from her uncle Tobirama during one of his lectures.
After he finished explaining the major clans of Konoha, she had asked the question that bothered her.
"Why are the Hyuga considered rivals to us and the Uchiha?" she'd asked. "Their eyes don't seem that strong."
Tobirama had gone quiet for a moment.
Then he answered.
"Because one Hyuga once stood where no Senju or Uchiha could."
He told her a name.
Satoru Hyuga.
The man who had killed her great-grandfather, Butsuma Senju and an entire team of elite Senju warriors alone.
Back in the council chamber, Tsunade let out a sigh.