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... en they saw Neji flying out of the trees like a kite with its string cut.

"Is... is that Neji?"

"How'd he get flung so far?"

"He's not dead, is he?"

The students stood there, jaws dropped, utterly dumbfounded.

This morning, though Sasuke had lost, the details weren't clear, so the impact hadn't hit them too hard. But now, witnessing a genius from the prestigious Hyuga Clan with the Byakugan get blasted out and crash to the ground, uncertain if he was even ...

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