Naruto: Getting Observation Haki By Sacrificing The Byakugan

At the same time, Kawaki Aoba's chakra flared violently, an overwhelming pressure erupting from his body and crashing down onto Kurotsuchi's uncle, Akatsuchi. The sheer weight of it seemed to compress him, shrinking his already massive frame.

His knees buckled involuntarily, slowly dipping lower and lower, until they nearly touched the ground.

Akatsuchi's eyes bulged in disbelief and humiliation. He wanted to resist. He needed to stand tall. As the escort of the Tsuchikage's delegation, representing Iwagakure, he could not allow himself to kneel—especially not before a shinobi from Konoha.

But the aura suffocating him was too much. It felt like the pressure of a mountain, crushing his will and body alike. Kawaki's strength was something entirely beyond his comprehension—beyond his generation.

He felt like a helpless child.

With a dull thud, Akatsuchi's knees hit the floor. The pressure relented—but the shame was unbearable.

He had knelt before an enemy. No, worse—a representative of a supposed ally. The humiliation was absolute.

Grinding his teeth, Akatsuchi tried to rise. He would rather die fighting than suffer this disgrace. Even if Kawaki killed him, at least Iwagakure's pride would remain intact.

But Kawaki didn't even give him the chance.

"You can't even stand up," Kawaki sneered. "And you dare talk about war? Is Iwagakure planning to march into battle on its knees?"

He chuckled coldly.

"Well, if that's how you plan to fight, fine. But understand this—if you start a war, I won't waste time on negotiations or skirmishes. I'll erase your village myself. It would be a simple round trip."

With casual indifference, Kawaki dragged over a chair and sat down in front of the delegation.

Akatsuchi twitched, trying to move—but how could he, when even standing required Kawaki's permission?

Kawaki gave him a glance of disdain, then reached for the crumpled list on the table. He skimmed it, smirked, and tossed it aside.

"Oh? Was this list too much for you? Then let me double it."

He looked around at the silent Iwagakure delegation.

"You have half a month. If the supplies aren't delivered to Konoha by then, consider Iwagakure wiped off the map."

He leaned back lazily.

"Of course, you could gamble—try resisting. That would be fun. A half-month should be enough time for you to prepare for your own funeral, right?"

Then, in one swift motion, Kawaki forced Akatsuchi's mouth open and shoved the crumpled list into it.

"Take this message back."

With a sharp kick, he sent Akatsuchi flying. The bulky shinobi crashed through the wall and landed hard, coughing up blood and foamy saliva.

This wasn't just physical force—it carried the destructive chakra of Kawaki's modified taijutsu, modeled after Jigen's teachings and infused with chakra-enhanced impact. Akatsuchi's insides were wrecked.

Without immediate treatment from a high-level medical-nin—someone like Sakura Haruno or Shizune—the internal injuries might never fully heal. Long-term damage was inevitable.

And unfortunately, the Iwagakure delegation hadn't brought a single medic. They hadn't expected peace talks to end in blood.

The remaining members of the delegation stood frozen, like cicadas in winter. No one dared move. No one dared speak.

But Kawaki spared them no further attention.

"You heard me. Get the Tsuchikage's nephew out of here. And tell Onoki's granddaughter—Kurotsuchi—that I expect her decision soon. There may be half a month, but I can be… impulsive."

He waved them off like insects.

"That's it. You can go."

With that, Kawaki turned and walked out. He still had half a class to finish at the Ninja Academy.

After all, this confrontation was part of his lesson plan.

That sky-high list, the confrontation, and even Akatsuchi's humiliation had been carefully planned. Kawaki was shaping the future generation not just through lessons—but through raw displays of what real power looked like.

Back in the classroom, Kawaki noticed the wide eyes and quiet awe of the students.

They weren't just learning history. They were witnessing it.

And in their eyes, Kawaki wasn't just a teacher.

He was a god.

In the past, everyone knew that Kawaki Aoba was a hero of the Hidden Leaf Village and an exceptionally powerful shinobi. Yet, no one could quite gauge the full extent of his power.

The last time Uchiha Madara had attacked Konoha, it had been broadcasted live across the village. The scale of that battle was godlike—shocking, surreal, and almost too overwhelming to feel real.

But what happened today felt different. It felt close—immediate. Many young ninja students watching felt, perhaps naively, that they too could one day reach such heights.

Kawaki Aoba simply smiled to himself at this childish optimism. What truly caught his attention were a few select prodigies among them.

As he returned to the stage, Kawaki Aoba tapped the curtain and said, "So, what do you think? Was I impressive just now?"

Most of the young students nodded enthusiastically, though a few remained silent.

"That performance might've looked cool," he continued, "but do you understand what it meant?"

He didn't wait for an answer.

"It meant that Konoha just insulted one of the Five Great Villages—Iwagakure. You were dazzled by the spectacle and wanted to imitate it. But have you thought about what comes next?

I embarrassed them publicly, right here in the Hidden Leaf. That's the same as slapping every Iwagakure shinobi across the face. Do you think they'll take that lightly?

War is not out of the question. The last Great Ninja War ended not long ago. Many of your parents were shinobi—some of them died as heroes.

Even if you didn't fight, you've heard stories. Stories of sacrifice. Of bloodshed.

So let me ask you—if Iwagakure retaliates, and war breaks out again… are you ready for that?"

Silence.

The classroom went still. Those who had been thrilled moments ago now lowered their heads in discomfort. What Kawaki Aoba said was true. Every one of them knew someone who'd died in the war—whether a family member, a friend, or a neighbor.

It was all because of war.

Now… could it really happen again?

Would they be sent to the battlefield as soon as they graduated?

Kawaki Aoba scanned the room. He saw nervous faces, uneasy glances, and some confused expressions. A few students, though, still wore the fire of ambition in their eyes—but they were a minority.

Just then, a hand went up.

"Kawaki Aoba-sama," came a calm but clear voice from the crowd.

All eyes turned to the speaker—Uchiha Itachi, the top student in the academy.

"Since you said provoking another village could lead to war," Itachi asked, "why did you still do it?"

A hush fell over the room. Itachi's question was bold—some might say reckless. He was challenging a hero, the most powerful man in Konoha.

But even so… it was a question everyone wanted answered.

Kawaki Aoba looked at Itachi—at the serious, curious expression on his face—and smiled, not with arrogance, but with approval.

"So, you're Uchiha Itachi. Konoha's number-one genius," he said warmly. "I'm glad you asked that. Because this is exactly what I want all of you to learn."

"What I did does carry serious consequences. If Iwagakure takes a hard stance, it could very well lead to another war—maybe even the Fourth Great Ninja War.

That's the reality. As shinobi, every action you take must be weighed against its consequences.

That's what I'm trying to teach you."

The weight of his words sank in.

Even so, wasn't that risk too great?

Itachi looked like he wanted to ask something else, but Kawaki Aoba raised his hand to stop him.

"That's enough for now. What matters is that you've all understood the lesson. If this lesson stays with you, then today wasn't wasted."

He paused, then added with a grin:

"As for me… I told you already—before you act, be sure you can handle the consequences. If you can't, retreat. There's no shame in that.

But if you can—if you're absolutely sure you can shoulder everything—then don't hesitate. Strike hard. Strike without regret.

All your fear and doubt comes from a lack of strength. Iwagakure is strong, yes—but compared to a god, they are nothing.

And I can assure you now: war will not come. And even if it does, it will be between me and Iwagakure—not Konoha. No one in this village will suffer because of my actions.

That's not arrogance—it's confidence. Confidence born from power."

There was no more doubt.

Had anyone else said this, they might have been mocked or dismissed. But this was Kawaki Aoba. The same man who had once protected the entire village—his godlike strength broadcasted for all to see.

He had proven that he could protect everyone.

So when Kawaki Aoba made a promise, the people of Konoha believed it.

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"Four Tails... It's time to take your medicine."

Looking at Uchiha Itachi's slightly bewildered expression, Kawaki Aoba approached him and gently patted his head.

"Remember this, Itachi: with enough power, no problem is unsolvable.

Konoha is mine. But one day, it will be yours too. You will grow up and take the torch from us.

Until then, your only duty is to study hard, train hard, and grow stronger.

Let us—your predecessors—shield you from the storm.

We'll protect your tomorrow."

A few days later, Kurotsuchi's uncle, Akatsuchi, escorted the injured Hōki (Huangtu) back to Iwagakure.

Upon his return, Onoki, the Third Tsuchikage, immediately summoned the village's finest medical-nin to treat him.

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