Machine

Time flew by, and before they knew it, the Fourth Shinobi World War had begun. The scale of this war was unprecedented, with flames of battle spreading across the entire Shinobi World. Neji and Hinata were assigned to the Second Division, becoming members of the battle unit and shouldering the heavy responsibility of defending their homeland.

After one harrowing life-or-death battle after another, Neji's body finally reached its limit. His excessive use of the Byakugan left his eyes burning with unbearable pain, as though they were about to burst apart. The many wounds covering his body gnawed at him like demons, each one throbbing faintly as it relentlessly eroded his will.

Not long after he and Kiba Inuzuka had struggled to withdraw from the front lines, Neji suddenly felt the world spin around him, as if everything before his eyes were whirling madly. His vision blurred, and the once-clear scenery became shrouded in thick fog, impossible to make out.

Neji's legs suddenly seemed to lose all support, turning limp and unable to bear his weight any longer. His knees buckled, and he dropped to them before collapsing heavily to the ground like a puppet whose soul had been ripped away.

Kiba Inuzuka was startled by the sight. He rushed over, caught Neji, and asked anxiously, "Neji, how are you? Is it serious?"

Enduring the agony in his body, Neji forced his eyes open and looked at the concerned Kiba. His voice was as weak as a dying flame. "I... I'm fine. Just a little tired..."

But Kiba was not fooled by Neji's words. He frowned deeply, knowing full well that Neji's injuries were anything but light. If Neji kept forcing himself on, it would not help his recovery at all. It would only make his condition worse and worse.

Kiba