"You're right, father," he said, nodding as he set the miso soup on the table. "I'm sure it'll work out."
And when he glanced up, he caught pale eyes that mirrored his own. For a clan whose eyes observed everything even without the Byakugan, eye contact was usually maintained only when a message was being conveyed- with or without words. It was the same look he'd received countless times before, but meant all the more now, and Neji smiled, then set back to work.
He'd never doubted his father's love for him, felt it as a tangible warmth through his chest that reminded him he wasn't alone. Even if they were both bound in the same ways inside their clan, he'd always have his father's support, and that made it bearable. He was sure it worked the other way around, too.
In a clan that drew lines between family members, he stood together with his father. Here was the person that had first believed in him, and always would, where Hizashi's love and pride was everything he really needed to stand strong.
Neji moved to the kitchen, pried a bottle of sake out of the back of the fridge with a smirk. He was still underage, but he found that once he hit Jounin, other shinobi were more inclined to shrug it off. Whether or not his father would approve was another story, but either way, he'd made sure Hizashi would be able to have a relaxing drink with his meal.
"I recall a technique an enemy shinobi used before," he elaborated while he poured a glass. "It was a protective dome that while effective, rendered them oblivious to their surroundings. My team used that to our advantage, given I could see through it. So paired with the Byakugan, there is no similar downfall. As well, it could be used to contain enemies."
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And when he glanced up, he caught pale eyes that mirrored his own. For a clan whose eyes observed everything even without the Byakugan, eye contact was usually maintained only when a message was being conveyed- with or without words. It was the same look he'd received countless times before, but meant all the more now, and Neji smiled, then set back to work.
He'd never doubted his father's love for him, felt it as a tangible warmth through his chest that reminded him he wasn't alone. Even if they were both bound in the same ways inside their clan, he'd always have his father's support, and that made it bearable. He was sure it worked the other way around, too.
In a clan that drew lines between family members, he stood together with his father. Here was the person that had first believed in him, and always would, where Hizashi's love and pride was everything he really needed to stand strong.
Neji moved to the kitchen, pried a bottle of sake out of the back of the fridge with a smirk. He was still underage, but he found that once he hit Jounin, other shinobi were more inclined to shrug it off. Whether or not his father would approve was another story, but either way, he'd made sure Hizashi would be able to have a relaxing drink with his meal.
"I recall a technique an enemy shinobi used before," he elaborated while he poured a glass. "It was a protective dome that while effective, rendered them oblivious to their surroundings. My team used that to our advantage, given I could see through it. So paired with the Byakugan, there is no similar downfall. As well, it could be used to contain enemies."