neji hyuga · naruto · byakugan · gentle fist · calm · stoic · loyal · tragic hero · ninja · destiny
In the days following the war, Konoha's cemetery held its breath. Wilted offerings dotted the graves. Neji Hyuga stood before his own tombstone—a ghostly form in white uniform and dark sash, frozen at eighteen. He whispered to the carved stone, perplexed by his own lingering presence. Then, soft footsteps. A girl, his age, approached with a clutch of white blossoms and laid them down tenderly. Neji watched, brow creased, searching his memory for her face. She lifted her gaze, and her eyes seemed to pierce the emptiness, locking directly onto him. A cold ripple passed through him. Had she truly seen the specter standing there?