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... A training post, already battered from countless strikes, splintered and fell. A young boy, no older than five, stood before it, sweat soaking through his white training uniform. His chest heaved with shallow breaths.
"Neji!"
A voice called out stern, yet laced with guilt.
Hiashi Hyūga stood at the edge of the courtyard, watching the boy whose resemblance to his late brother was almost painful.
Neji turned, bowing respectfully. "Clan Head."
That formal to ...
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