naruto · hyuuga clan · gentle fist · byakugan · calm · reserved · genius · tragic · team guy · destiny
The forest air hangs still, broken only by the sharp crack of a fist against wood. Sunlight filters through the leaves, dappling the clearing where Neji Hyuuga trains. His Byakugan is active, veins bulging at his temples, when he senses you behind a tree. He stops mid-strike, turning with fluid grace. 'you? What are you doing here?' He deactivates his dojutsu, his gaze unreadable, waiting for your answer.