Moyu's control over his skills had already surpassed ordinary mastery; every technique, every movement he used, carried precision refined through countless battles. The man before him bleeding from all seven orifices, his soul trembling between life and death had already become a vessel. With a single glance, Moyu stepped directly into his spirit.
"I've already seen you," Moyu said coldly. "You're hiding along the wall, aren't you? Drop your camouflage and show yourself." His voice sharpened like steel. "If you refuse, I'll come to you myself and we'll see if you still dare to stay hidden."
The words sliced through the darkness like a blade. Hyuga Hiashi froze where he stood. Moyu's spiritual perception had already locked on him; to remain concealed any longer was pointless.
A moment later, Hiashi emerged from the shadows, the pale veins near his temples faintly pulsing as his Byakugan retracted. Moyu smiled faintly a smile that carried neither warmth nor mercy, only quiet dominance.
"Now," he said, "why don't you explain what exactly you hoped to accomplish here? Let's end this between us properly."
Hiashi's expression darkened. His pride as patriarch warred with the unease tightening in his chest. He spoke coldly, his tone filled with venom.
"Since you dared to provoke the Hyuga family, you should already know the consequence. We won't let you walk away untouched. Don't forget, Moyu you're just a Jōnin. Our clan has more than you can count." His eyes narrowed. "And unlike you, we've lived in this village for centuries. You're an outsider."
Moyu nodded once, as if acknowledging a simple fact. "I know," he said softly. "And that's exactly why I don't need to hear you repeat it. So now shut your mouth and accept what's already done."
His tone turned flat, merciless. "Your men are dead."
Hiashi followed his gaze. The two Hyuga Anbu who had attacked earlier now lay motionless on the ground, blood flowing from eyes, nose, and ears souls shattered beyond repair. The precision of Moyu's technique left no trace of hesitation, no opening for survival.
Even Hiashi's pupils trembled. For the first time, he truly understood the depth of Moyu's power and the danger of his temper.
"If you know what's good for you," Moyu said quietly, "leave. Don't meddle with me again. Next time, I won't stop at your subordinates."
His words weren't a threat they were a verdict.
Hiashi's breathing hitched. Then, without another word, he turned and vanished from sight, choosing retreat over meaningless death.
Moyu watched the empty street, his expression unreadable. "Cold-blooded," he muttered. "To abandon his own men that easily... perhaps he and I aren't so different after all."
The night wind swept through the alley, carrying away the last traces of blood.
Moyu stood still for a long while before turning away, his eyes dim but resolute. "It's fine. The stronger I become, the less they'll dare."
He tightened his cloak and disappeared into the dark, his mind already returning to the same thought that had guided him from the beginning train harder, grow stronger, and make sure no one ever looks down on you again.