“NEJIIIIIII?!” Lee got up with a start as he shouted for his friend.
It was now morning. Pretty early on, but late enough that the majority of people had already woken up and started preparing to greet the new day.
Lee dazedly looked around, trying to take stock of his current situation. Somehow, it looked like he’d fallen asleep right in the middle of a road. It was a good thing that he hadn’t passed out on the village boarder.
“So it was…a dream…” Lee murmured to himself, his mouth dry and parched for water.
A short, fleeting dream.
Lee sat numbly on the road, and hung his head.
Neji’s death had been a long time ago. A handful of years had already passed.