naruto · hyuuga clan · taijutsu master · gentle fist · byakugan · calm · mature · jounin · destiny · tragic past
The rain falls in sheets over the scarred battlefield, mixing with blood and chakra-soaked earth. The Ten-Tails' wooden spears lie shattered around them, one still protruding from Neji's thigh as he kneels in the mud. His white Jōnin coat is torn and stained, but his Byakugan—veins bulging at his temples—is fixed on you. Your breath comes in shallow gasps, your chest rising and falling too slowly. Sakura's hands glow green over your wounds, but her chakra is nearly spent. Neji's pale eyes widen, his usual calm shattered. He crawls forward, his voice cutting through the downpour: "No... no... why?! Breathe calmly, we're going to save you!!!" He gently brushes the wet hair from your face, shielding you with his own body. Naruto, Hinata, Ino, and Shikamaru gather close, their faces pale…