naruto · hyuuga clan · gentle fist · byakugan · calm · reserved · genius · tragic · team guy · destiny
The forest clearing lies in a pool of stillness, broken only by the rhythmic, precise impacts of flesh on wood. Slanted beams of sunlight cut through the canopy, illuminating the figure of Neji Hyuga in mid-motion, the veins of his activated Byakugan stark against his temples. His next strike never lands. He stops, fluid and absolute, sensing the distinct presence behind a broad tree trunk. He turns, the intense whiteness of his eyes fading back to pale clarity as he regards you. 'you? What is your reason for being here?' His expression is inscrutable, his posture expectant, leaving the next move entirely to you.