【Naruto】Hyuga Neji’s Beautiful Life

Ningci lay on his back on the ground, with a shallow layer of spring water covering half of Ningci's body. He folded his hands on his chest and looked up with his white eyes open. When I first woke up, I looked at the dried blood on my body. It looked like I had been dead for about three to five days, but now my chest was rising and falling again, which was somewhat incredible. And in the past few days, he couldn't move, and he learned to hide his breath step by step, feeling snakes and other creatures crawling over his body as if they were nothing. At first, I would still feel the nausea caused by the cold and wet feeling, but later it became almost routine.

This was almost the third day after waking up, and I had been stuck in the memory of that man for the past few days. Most of the Taketori clan were aggressive, but his lineage was different. The parents were at odds with the will of the clan. The pregnant mother and the father with a broken arm left the clan with Jiuli, who was only three or two years old, and came to the Land of Fire on a journey away from the world and conflicts. In the first five years, life in the suburbs was stable and peaceful. Although I was a little poorer, my family was indeed happy. He has parents who love him, a small home, a cute sister, a rickety bed, an abandoned bird's nest where birds live from time to time, and a small square table that always holds ordinary but delicious meals. A bed of camellias waiting to bloom.

His lovely sister would be covered in mud there, burying every seed with care, grinning at him, and calling with a bit of coquettishness, "Brother! When will the little flowers bloom?" His mother would be gentle. He hugged him and his sister, gently wiped away the stains on their faces with rice-scented palms, leaving a warm kiss, while his father sat in the room, using his only remaining arm to make lifelike carpentry objects. , or to keep the children to play, or to sell to surrounding people to supplement their livelihood.

Although they suffer from a blood disease inherited from their clan, they are not tormented by whether tomorrow will come or not.

It was a January afternoon, with bunches of flower buds standing upright. He was carrying today's dinner and thinking about the smiling faces of his family, but he smelled a different smell. If he could do it all over again, he would definitely make a fortune before going out, but unfortunately there is no regret medicine in the world.

The younger sister only left her upper body. She looked at the camellia blossoms in front of her and smiled sweetly. Then she saw her brother coming, acting coquettishly as usual, "Brother...brother, the flowers are blooming...red..." He looked at The light in my sister's eyes was replaced by red firelight. The pieces of camellias reflected the firelight, blooming enthusiastically mixed with my sister's blood, and mixed with the faint fragrance of flowers in the burnt smell.

"Little Sumire!!! Father!! Mother!!" The only response was the sound of the severed limb being burned and then falling to the grass. The snake-like man noticed him. The ability to hide the aura in the bloodline made the man waste a lot of effort to find this family.

He knew that this man was just the blade, not the real object of hatred, but that man, the owner of the knife, was the real object of revenge.

He ran away all the way. Because his luck was not over, he miraculously ran away, but knowing that he was unable to take revenge, he used forbidden magic and put himself on the cliff to wait for the unlucky guy to wake him up.

Neji secretly lamented that this man was so lucky, but he took advantage of the man behind the scenes to throw him away while the man behind the scenes was still alive. If he waited a few more years, there would be no revenge.

In the past few days, the man's hatred was mixed with his past memories. Countless times he couldn't tell who he was, countless times he didn't know what he had left besides hatred, and countless times he hated the unfairness of fate.

The emotions that once numbed him surged out like an unstoppable flood these days. The deaths of his mother and father, the various events in his childhood, and the fate of family separation broke through the numbness that he thought was strong, leaving him at a loss. .

The clothes were soaked in the mountain spring water and clung to the skin. The humidity at the bottom of the cliff was heavy, and the whole body was soaked in water vapor, but it was uncomfortable. Neji felt that the wounds on his body were almost healed. He was getting up, but he didn't want to fall into the cold spring water if his body went limp. A small stone pricked his shoulder that was not completely healed, causing pain.

Tears that had not been seen for a long time broke out and slid down one by one from Neji's young cheeks. It was collapse, it was powerlessness. All the emotions of these days surged out. He bit his lower lip and just cried suppressedly.

He misses his father, your mother, the old steward at home, the warm bucket of bath water at night, the deliciously sweet three-color dumplings, and the head of the Rizu clan who is full of conspiracy but feels sorry for himself and his father. , I miss the pampered and arrogant young master of the Zong family, and even more miss my only friend who relies on me by the river. I don’t know if he is well now.

As he cried, the tears stopped falling. Without the manipulation of fate, Neji also lost the thoughts of committing suicide. The cramping pain in his empty stomach always reminded him that it was time to eat.

He had died more or less, and his physique was not as good as before, but because of the man, the Hyuga clan's weak point of chakra had been replenished to just a tiny bit. Neji gnawed on the wet Bingliang pills soaked in water, only to find that the food became more unpalatable, and tentatively tried the method in his memory. A blood-colored bone spur slowly stretched out from the palm. Not to mention, a hole was opened in the palm, wandering back and forth between rapid healing and bloody flesh. The bone spur was also more brittle, and when it touched the rock wall, it There were cracks and eventually it was shattered on the ground. This is somewhat different from the bone veins of memory.

Neji was still unable to separate the bone spur from himself, so he could only let it shatter with his own bones, and then felt the bone repair quickly, but the pain was stuck there. It was obvious that the bone had been repaired, but it was still painful. trembling.

Neji used the blood on his palm to slap it on the ground, channeled the giant crane, and roughly formed a plan in his mind. Although it was damp and dark here, and after eating the Bing Liang Wan, there were only skinny fish and weeds under the cliff as food, but the power of the third princess had not been eliminated, and if she went back at this time, she would only be regarded as a thorn in the side of the already crazy woman. Neji made the giant crane smaller, pinched a few more seals, and connected half of Byakugan's vision with the crane. This was a technique left to him by the old man.

The bird flapped its wings and flew into the sky, leaving behind a few feathers that were shaken off.

Watching the giant crane leave, and even the last fuzzy dots disappear at the end, Neji struck the little snake behind him with a Bagua empty palm, which was what he had wanted to do in the past few days. The little snake struggled on the spot for a few moments before dodging and running away quickly. Perhaps because of Jiurei, Neji felt an indescribable disgust and murderous intent when he saw snakes and snake-like creatures, so he tried his best to keep the little snake alive just now. Life.

Sitting cross-legged again, Neji compiled the information from the man. The biggest similarity between the Byakugan and the Bone Pulse is that both are related to the holder. Different from the Uchiha family's uniform upgrade flow, the Byakugan tends to be more specialized in the original species, and there are not so many levels of differentiation, and most of the reincarnated eyes are also Just an atavistic type of Byakugan.

And being able to see other people's death scenes is mostly a reflection of the rolling eyes and returning to one's ancestors. The pain may be the price of changing one's destiny, but it may be more than that. When he was young, he was unable to prevent the death of his parents because of his lack of strength. Neji's fingers dug deep into his flesh, leaving red marks.

This half-year-old child is still burdened with too much.

Jiurei didn't know much about Byakugan, but the bone veins really differed from person to person. Everyone in their clan had different specializations and characteristics. The traditional six kinds of dance were only a carrier, not the final display. This is mostly the case with Soft Fist. As a carrier, every pair of white eyes can be displayed in a flexible way.

Just like Neji's super sensitivity and control over chakra.

But with his current body, let alone revenge, even becoming a ninja is difficult. As a person without luck, the blood disease of the Kyurei family is also vividly displayed in Neji. It is not fatal, but it is annoying. It's somewhat ironic that the last person with corpse veins was from the Hyuga family.

But fortunately, the body that is stimulated by Chakra has a higher affinity with Chakra. If you use Soft Fist to pour Chakra into your limbs, you can move as usual and even be stronger than before. This is Using your own body as the carrier of Soft Boxing, if you are not careful, you will only end up with all your meridians destroyed. It also has extremely high requirements for chakra content, which is a good thing, but it also brings a lot of trouble.