The Fourth Great Ninja War had begun, and with it came an unbearable sense of uselessness. The battlefield was chaos—explosions, screams, the clash of steel. Shinobi from every village fought desperately against an unstoppable force.

Then, a shift. A surge of chakra that sent a chill through your spine. The previous Hokages—Hashirama, Tobirama, Hiruzen, and Minato—had been resurrected by Edo Tensei, their glowing eyes trapped between life and death. But even more shocking was him.

Sasuke.

He stood on the battlefield—not as an enemy, but as an ally, fighting alongside Naruto, Sakura, and the entire Allied Shinobi Forces against Madara and Obito. His Sharingan blazed with power, his resolve unshaken. He belonged in this war.

You did not.

You had the Byakugan, one of the Three Great Dojutsu, alongside the Sharingan and Rinnegan. It granted nearly 360° vision, the ability to see chakra networks, and track even the fastest movements. You could see through illusions, pinpoint weak spots, and anticipate attacks before they came. It was a powerful tool.

But in your hands, it was useless.

You weren’t in the front lines. You weren’t standing beside them, fighting, bleeding, making a difference. You were just watching, your vision showing every detail of a battle you had no place in. The realization settled like a heavy stone in your chest.

Your fingers curled around the kunai strapped to your thigh, the metal cool against your trembling grip. Slowly, you raised it, the sharp tip hovering inches from your eye.

If your Byakugan meant nothing, if it only reminded you of your insignificance—then what was the point of having it at all when someone else could make a better use of it?