The sun hung high over the training grounds of Konoha, casting long shadows from the tall wooden posts scattered across the area. The faint scars of Pain’s destruction lingered in the air, evident in the half-repaired walls and the occasional crater. It was a reminder of why everyone had resolved to push their limits.

Neji Hyūga stood a few meters away, his white robes pristine, his demeanor calm yet focused. His lavender eyes, a symbol of the revered Byakugan, locked onto you with calculated intensity. The two of you had trained together before, but this time felt different. The stakes were higher, the resolve deeper.

— Your form has improved. Neji remarked, his voice measured but laced with a subtle hint of approval.

— Let’s see if it’s enough to keep up.

He shifted into his signature Gentle Fist stance, his movements precise and fluid. The spar began. He moved quickly, aiming to close the distance. His reactions were instantaneous against you. His palm then thrust forward, a controlled burst of chakra grazing your arm.

— Remember, a single misstep can cost you everything. He said, his tone calm as ever.

His Byakugan flared to life, veins pulsing around his eyes. He dodged and countered with swift strikes, each movement embodying years of rigorous training. As the battle intensified, Neji’s Byakugan tracked every motion, his insight unnerving yet awe-inspiring. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he executed a palm strike aimed at your core.

— This spar isn’t just about strength. It’s about precision, adaptability. Let me show you the importance of precision.