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Creak... creak...
Hyuga Yunchuan strolled down the road, the howling wind and snow ringing endlessly in his ears.
The blizzard that had raged yesterday had finally exhausted itself before dawn, but it had also blanketed the ground in thick snow.
Bang! Bang!
A series of muffled thuds came from the distance, torn into fragments by the howling wind. The closer Hyuga Yunchuan got, the clearer they became.
The paths left by passersby had been completely buried beneath the snow. Only Hyuga Yunchuan's footprints remained on the ground. It seemed as though all of Konoha had been cleansed overnight.
Yet the sky was an oppressive leaden gray, stingily letting through a sliver of bleak morning light that reflected off the snow with a deathly chill.
Hyuga Neji stood in the center of that white, lifeless world. He was still wearing that thin black mourning robe, his young face expressionless as he hammered away at a wooden training post in the courtyard.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
He had completely abandoned the techniques of the Gentle Fist, using only the most primitive, brutal force to smash his fists forward again and again. Every impact produced a dull sound that set one's teeth on edge.
The skin over his knuckles quickly split and peeled back. Bright red beads of blood seeped out and stained the wooden post, joining into patches of glaring dark red.
With every punch, thin streaks of blood whipped through the air and splattered across the pristine snow at his feet like exquisite red plum blossoms in bloom.
Clearly, the boy was once again venting the grief and anger in his heart on the wooden post through self-destructive training.
"What a pitiful sight."
Hyuga Yunchuan leaned against the courtyard gate with his arms crossed, watching the unmoved Hyuga Neji