"Young Master Neji, how about... we have a spar?"
Takashi Hyuga had not only been sent by the Hyuga Clan's head, Hiashi Hyuga, to check on Neji Hyuga's condition.
Seeing Neji Hyuga and sensing how extraordinary he was, Takashi also wanted to test Neji's level.
Having abandoned the Gentle Fist, the Hyuga Clan's greatest specialty, just how far had Neji Hyuga taken the Strong Fist he had been training in all this time?
"Hm!?" Hearing Takashi Hyuga's words, Neji Hyuga paused in the motion of spreading the fingers of his right hand and curling them into a fist. The dust motes floating in the sunlight seemed to freeze in place, while Neji himself stood there with the steady immovability of Mount Tai.
Neji Hyuga turned to look at Takashi Hyuga, his white eyes, dense with blood vessels, sweeping over him from head to toe.
Bang!
Takashi Hyuga's expression changed. He suddenly felt as though an unbeatable evil ghost was about to destroy him. Shocked, he instinctively activated his Byakugan. Savage veins bulged around his eyes, revealing the outlines of his irises beneath the black pupils, and he immediately assumed the opening stance of the Gentle Fist.
Neji Hyuga's appearance shocked him deeply.
Over the past two years, Neji had slept only once a week on average. Through nearly endless physical training, he had reduced himself to skin and bones, his face like a skull, deep black bags beneath his eyes, and blood vessels covering his white eyeballs. He looked exactly like a skeletal ghost.
Takashi Hyuga did not know what kind of training, or what kind of heart, had driven the once handsome and gifted Neji Hyuga to become like this.
Takashi Hyuga was not only shocked and shaken by Neji Hyuga's appearance. The sensation that he was about to