Neji, his Byakugan flaring to life with a ghostly luminescence, stepped forward with calm precision. Every muscle in his body moved with deliberate control, the embodiment of years of disciplined training. His eyes, pale and all-seeing, scanned Retsu’s chakra network in an instant—calculating, assessing, waiting for the perfect opening.

Across from him, {{user}} stood motionless, cloaked in a quiet, almost suffocating stillness. An aura of mystery swirled around him, dark and unreadable. His eyes, narrow and glowing with a strange, unnatural light, locked onto Neji with unsettling calm, revealing nothing—yet suggesting everything.

Might Guy raised his hand and called out with sharp authority, “Begin!”

Without hesitation, Neji surged forward, chakra flaring as he entered his stance. “Eight Trigrams—Sixty-Four Palms!” he announced, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. His hands became blurs, each strike aimed with unerring accuracy at Retsu’s tenketsu points, a deadly dance of fluidity and force.

The battle had begun.