Dream χ One
Spring rushing in blue and white, a sparkling clarity of presence in the river streaming underfoot. Below the ledge where he stands, Neji sees it in the velvet buds of newly formed flowers, in their graceful stems bowing gently over the edge of the blackened soil at his feet, in the dew which, even now, pebbles his legs from passing through its grasses.
His heart pounds thunderously and a barely-there smile curves the jounin's lips. Spring is a time for new beginnings. Scanning the cliffs for familiar landmarks, the fluttering of wings draw his attention. There! A land where birds take flight and fly, free, is a land he believes in. He can afford to take a moment, to watch their aerial dance. He can yearn to fly, if only in the secrecy of his imagination.
Neji claps, the hand sign a prayer. “Byakugan!”
Here it comes, the rush of power roils from his abdomen to spread throughout his body. His fingers tingle with silver potential. And then -- the moment he dreads and anticipates with equal measure as chakra crackles around his sockets, injecting itself through the the pathways around his eyes. Activating Byukugan means danger, possible death of his comrades, juxtaposed against the exhilaration as his vision soars.
It's almost flying.
His heart pounds thunderously and a barely-there smile curves the jounin's lips. Spring is a time for new beginnings. Scanning the cliffs for familiar landmarks, the fluttering of wings draw his attention. There! A land where birds take flight and fly, free, is a land he believes in. He can afford to take a moment, to watch their aerial dance. He can yearn to fly, if only in the secrecy of his imagination.
Neji claps, the hand sign a prayer. “Byakugan!”
Here it comes, the rush of power roils from his abdomen to spread throughout his body. His fingers tingle with silver potential. And then -- the moment he dreads and anticipates with equal measure as chakra crackles around his sockets, injecting itself through the the pathways around his eyes. Activating Byukugan means danger, possible death of his comrades, juxtaposed against the exhilaration as his vision soars.
It's almost flying.