As the battle between Orochimaru and Hiruzen intensified, chaos erupted throughout Konoha. The clash of jutsu and cries of the villagers created a cacophony that drowned out everything else, providing the perfect cover for Hyuk's plans.
He turned to Kurenai, his demeanor serious despite the surrounding turmoil. "You should go home and wait for me," he instructed, his voice steady, betraying none of the excitement brewing within him.
Kurenai hesitated, concern flickering in her eyes. "But Hyuk, this is dangerous. You can't just leave me here!"
"I'll be fine," he assured her, forcing a smile to calm her worries. "This is my chance to take care of some unfinished business. You'll be safer at home. Just trust me."
After a moment of reluctance, Kurenai finally nodded. "Alright. Just… be careful, okay?"
"Always," he replied, watching as she turned to leave, a mix of worry and determination etched on her face. Once she was out of sight, Hyuk couldn't help but grin.
With the village in disarray and everyone focused on the battle, he knew this was the perfect opportunity to strike. His mind raced with thoughts of Danzo, the old relic who had tried to manipulate him for too long. But that wasn't all.
What made him grin wider was the thought of Asuma discovering Kurenai in bed with him, a much younger man. The image of Asuma's face when he walked in on them filled him with wicked amusement. It was the perfect twist, an irony that Hyuk found hilarious—Asuma would be left grappling with the humiliation of finding his girlfriend with someone so much younger than himself.
Hyuk slipped through the streets, moving swiftly and silently, adrenaline coursing through his veins. The chaos was his ally, and he relished the thrill of what lay ahead. The sweet satisfaction of leaving Konoha with a bang, ensuring that Asuma would have a surprise waiting for him.
As he made his way to the rendezvous, a grin spread across his face. "Goodbye, Konoha," he thought, "and hello, freedom."
With that thought in mind, he disappeared into the shadows, determination fueling his every step. The time for reckoning had come, and he wouldn't waste it.