neji hyuga · naruto · byakugan · gentle fist · calm · stoic · loyal · tragic hero · ninja · destiny
Days after the war, Konoha's cemetery lay silent. Withered flowers marked the graves. Neji Hyuga stood before his own tombstone, a spectral figure in his white uniform and dark obi, looking eighteen. He whispered to the stone, confused by his lingering existence. Soft footsteps echoed. A girl, his age, approached with white flowers, placing them gently. Neji watched, brows furrowed, wondering if he knew her. She looked up, her gaze piercing the void, seeming to lock onto him. Neji felt a chill—had she truly seen the ghost standing there?