【Naruto】Hyuga Neji’s Beautiful Life

On the day he received the news of his father's death, Neji developed a high fever. He didn't know why his father died, he only knew that he died to protect the clan family.

As long as you close your eyes, you will see your father, who is usually full of life and kind, showing the same expression as the night he left. If you don't open your eyes at this time, you will see blood starting to ooze from his father's abdomen, and the cyan spell will become lighter and weaker. But my father still stood upright and repeated "See you tomorrow".

Neji was lying on the bed, his eyes were black and blue, his eyes were wide open, his back was leaning on a soft pillow, and he was staring out the window in a daze.

There was no funeral for his father, and only some people in the clan knew about his death. Even the cause of his death was only briefly mentioned because of the failure of the mission. No one came to express condolences, some just whispered in private that he had neglected his duty, and some even "deserved it". Just like several teenagers passing by the house, they were laughing and playing, but what they said was extremely unbearable.

Those unreasonable curses blew into Neji's ears along the breeze. He felt that his mind was in chaos, he was dizzy, and everything was spinning.

There was a buzzing in my ears, and when I came back to my senses, I saw that the teenagers had fallen to the ground. They were begging for mercy, mourning, and crying. Neji looked at them looking so embarrassed and cowardly. The smooth forehead of one of them, the surrender that only existed on their lips, made their murderous intent increase instead of decreasing.

It’s true that any kind of person can scold his father.

He laughed at himself, unable to hold back his laughter. A four-year-old child was riding on a boy half his age, punching him wherever it hurt.

There were three people in the group, and the remaining two saw their companions being beaten until they were unconscious, but they had no strength to compete with them, so they had to flee, leaving no hope for their companions who were beaten until they were almost fainting.

Neji sneered and stood aside. The boy's crotch under him was stained with urine, dripping all over the floor. His whole face was swollen, his saliva was drooling, and his proud white eyes rolled. Passed by, leaving only the whites of his eyes of the same color.

He twitched and trembled, feeling the murderous aura gradually dissipate. He was saddened by the loss of his companions, but he succeeded in inheriting the blood of his clan, secretly laughing at the lowliness of his branch family.

"Woo...chirp..." Just wait for me!

"Gu...lu...whalu" Grandpa will come to take care of you!

Neji looked at him without replying. The weakness brought by the high fever, the sweat on the forehead, everything was terrible.

Is this what the separated family members risked their lives to protect?

Although he is still young, he knows what will happen next, and escaping is just a sign of cowardice.

Ningci returned to the house and sat on the corridor beside the small courtyard, recalling every moment with his father in the past few years. His father's sixty-four palms were as powerful as blue gems, and his acupuncture points were so precise that it was breathtaking.

Driven by an unknown force, Neji jumped down from the corridor, took a stance, and recalled every movement of his father and the flow of every ray of chakra.

One palm, two palms, three palms...

Eleven palms, twelve palms, thirteen palms...

Thirty-one palms, thirty-two palms...

It can no longer extend to the thirty-two palms, which is the limit of the body. The exhaustion of chakra is also the last life of the wooden stake.

With each blow, not only the chakra is released, but also the anger accumulated in the heart, the sadness for the death of his father, and his own dependence on others.

How many times have I tried, hoped, and expected my father to save me from this stinky and rotten world like a swamp, without thinking about helping my father...

He regretted that if he could have been more resolute that night, or if he was strong enough to have the power to protect his father.

Whether it was this rotten family or his cowardly self, Neji felt nauseated. The smell of stomach acid lingered in his throat. The familiar stinging pain relieved the depression in his lungs. It was a strange and abnormal sense of peace of mind. .

Before he could withdraw his fist, severe pain spread from his head, and Elder Seiichi shouted from behind, "Hyuuga Neji!"

Even though the severe pain made him desperately want to hold his head and roll on the ground, even if his body and spirit reached the limit, even if he sweated like rain, the physiological tears were squeezed out.

For a four-year-old child, it still has the unique milky flavor of a toddler. His beautiful fist closing looks so effortless.

What arrives before the sound is the smell.

Neji resisted the desire to vomit and turned around slowly. His cold milky voice was indescribably inconsistent: "Excuse me, what's the matter? Elder."

Hinata Seiichi actually felt a slight sense of oppression from a child who was less than half his height. He did not stop activating the curse seal, but he did not dare to look into those white eyes. The purple eyes seemed to be able to see into the feeling that filled his heart. of filth.

It has obviously always been...

The thirty-two Bagua palms just now were indeed seen by the elder, and he silently sighed in his heart that "the next generation is terrible".

The young man of the clan finally got up from the ground. He didn't care about the filth on his body and grabbed the hem of the elder's clothes while crawling around. The smell of urine filled Hinata Seiichi's nose, but he still wanted to be a dignitary of the Fire Country. He endured what he had produced with his daughter.

"Grandpa..." He breathed out inarticulately, knelt on the floor, and pointed hard at Neji, who was standing upright beside him. It seemed that he was asking his most trusted grandfather to punish this ungrateful untouchable.

Hyuga Seiichi looked at the hopeless young master of the clan with a bruised nose and swollen face, and then at the Hizashi child in front of him who was calmly enduring the pain of the spell. The sharp contrast between the two made him feel uncomfortable. A dignified genin was so frightened by a four-year-old child that he became incontinent. This was a family scandal that would go down in history.

He lifted the curse seal, waved his hand, and fined Neji thirty times, and banned him for a full month before he put his hands behind his back and planned to leave.

"Yuan, let's go."

But the eldest young master seemed to feel that this was not enough, and he vaguely acted coquettishly to his grandfather, hoping to give Neji more punishment, but he only got a look from the elder that could not refuse.

It is another thing to say that one's younger generation is to be feared and turned into one's own possessions. Face must be sufficient. I hope that this ignorant boy can "repay his kindness".

This clan elder seems to have long forgotten that Hyuga Hizashi is his biological son, and Hyuga Neji and the eldest young master are generally his legitimate grandsons. What he remembered was that they were the only disobedient props that needed to be trained by the Zong family.

"You can give him a little sweet taste."

Elder Seiichi, who was completely dominated by the drug known as the clan's privilege, thought so.

When Mr. Sui came from the house with the family method, Neji still maintained the same posture as before. Mr. Sui wanted to help him, but he didn't dare to take a step.

He watched the young master walking with difficulty, the soles of his shoes dragging on the ground, making a sound as they rubbed against the sand and gravel. He seemed to be about to fall to the ground in the next step. Ningci knelt down and sat at the place designated by Master Su, and looked at Master Su, "Come on."

When the twenty-ninth blow was reached, the young master of the separated family finally couldn't hold on and passed out. He frowned tightly, let out faint sobs, and clenched his fingers so pale that they were almost transparent.

The old man picked up Neji and tore apart the thirty stick that had yet to fall and the pile of notes that he had accumulated day and night like a mountain.

"This is the last time."

He made a small resistance to the elder, but quickly returned to being dominated.