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... ike the wind, bolted back toward the training grounds without pause.
Back at the field...
Lee stood opposite Neji, breathing heavily, bruises and scrapes covering his face. His chakra was flickering wildly, body-worn to the edge.
Neji, by contrast, remained upright and calm, standing like a mountain. His breath was steady, his posture composed not a trace of fatigue except for a single smoothed-out crease on his sleeve.
"Lee," he said evenly. "You're almost at you ...
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