The whole thing can actually be explained in a simplified manner: I do not need to go into any anthropological theory by Hyuuga or to look for one of Gai's insignificant notebooks that are bursting with garbage.

Naruto was boring, as almost always. Instead of having fun with noodles pulled out of the bag and having a room orgy, he suggested something (yeah, something completely different for a change).
He talked about modern media and how much they had developed in terms of zeitgeist. (Hello ?!) You can confidently believe me, but the nine times wise talk came from none other than the above Hyuuga, who short-circuits himself with our walking lexicon in the afternoons, sipping tea and nibbling cookies (and I always thought Boston's tea parties were boring) .
The Hyuuga, well known as Neji, tore the sheet with the stupid chatter out of Naruto's hands and pressed it to him (if you think that's crazy, just wait and see).
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!” Neji got a real, colossal girl screeching fit, like you know before, during and after a concert of these boy groups.
"What. Ouch. Is. Ouch. Neeeeejiiiihiii. Ouch. Would. You. Auaaaaaaaa-" Fortunately, Naruto turned his brain on and stopped chatting. He silently endured being hit on the back of the head by Neji with a notebook (whether he used to be so ... umm, immobilized? That would of course explain a lot, for example his ignorance, his stupid talk, his Short sentences, his incredibly limited vocabulary and this animal obsession with noodle soup - did the boy bathe in it too hot or how do you explain that?).
When Neji was done with his hysterical fit, to my amazement he threw the book at my feet.
I am entitled to own common sense (something worth dreaming of). I was careful (and incredibly smart!) And left the book where it was. I just launch it into the ground with one of those killer looks and shrugged indifferently.
"Well, take it!", Neji shouted between his teeth and still kept Naruto in view. Who or what is Neji Hyuuga? A ticking time bomb or Superman? How else can you explain his turn from hysterical screaming fury to angry tiger? Are men getting pregnant recently too? Are they really not on their days? Oh god, so many questions about Hyuuga. Fou! Fou!
“What should I do with that?” Fou! Fou! My facade of indifference crumbled. Could I save it with the snap of my eyebrow? Which one should it be? Left or right? Left or right? Left or right? Oh, fou!
“Eat, whistled!” That was Koji and he wasn't alone. In tow: a bag of chips, a bag of wine gum and the busy M & M's that he swallowed up with his tongue.Straight from the bag. He didn't even bother to put it in his hand ... or on a plate ... or - FOU!
"I don't want to dispute the title from you," I said indifferently and shrugged my shoulders.
“What do you mean?” Schlabberlabber-Choji stopped in front of me, rooted to the ground. Dio, standing in front of me, looked like a tree. The half-empty bag of crisps in the left and the can of Coke attached to the mouth didn't weaken this impression a bit. Had you seen that ?! Nibbling night watchmen - from bodyguards to baby awards - hallelujah!
"Nothing." Nervous giggles - and cut! Oh, how I would love to be a millionaire (or at least a director). Screenwriter of my own humble, depraved life. That would be a change and a blessing after the math mishap that I brought with me today.
“Really?” His eyes widened. The slits disappeared and when the sweetish feeling of absolute satisfaction filled him after he had stuffed a handful of small biscuits into his mouth, everything seemed as before. Man! They really should be actors! They all have talent and I am sure that in one or the other horror film there will still be a need for some leading actors (then the really big ones can take a break and Choji and Neji can be made a full horror). Hey, do you understand fun?
"What is it?", I wanted to know, because the changing fast food range pointed exactly to me (meaning Choji and no! I'm not mean, I'm just a. Verbally superior and b. The messenger of justice. Truth is my second name and it is inevitable that fat is constantly walking around with something to eat).
"The book. Neji wants to ... just read it."
And why dear Lord in Heaven should I do that? But I didn't dare to ask. In addition to common sense, I also had a sense of tact when it comes to dance, tone sequences and interpersonal relationships. So I picked the book off the floor and turned it over. It was open. Neji had thundered Naruto on the head when he saw this side. I had never read Neji's philosophical diaries before because the title of the book had put me off: Advisor in matters of Fortuna - when my heart begins to speak. (Hello ?!) Does the book or TAGEbuch write? Thunderstorm again! (No! This does not mean Neji, not for a change!)
Naruto had done the worst that could destroy the world of a Hyuuga: The meaning of space and time continuum was completely removed. Even the fact that one would be declared crazy and that no pig was interested in the Fortuna advisors no longer cared; only this one side counted.

Heeee, Neji,

Naruuu

Okay, stop yeah ?!
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Une minute, s'il te plaît!
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(Okay, okay, keep your feet still).

I mean muhahaahahaahahaahaha! Naruto asks him not to be angry? Isn't it perfectly logical that he should get angry? But the letter is really cool. I have to spread it on the internet when I get the chance. I really like the idea of ​​the three musketeers - Sasuke, Sai and Kiba - in women's clothes. Sasuke with pink lip gloss - muwhahahahahahahahahahahaha!
In any case, Neji ruined Naruto for this letter with which he had destroyed Neji's treasure. Neji-chan was just about to transfer his wisdom from the homemade fortune cookies into the book. He even bought a bobble-head purple pen especially for it. The purple color smelled very pleasant and shone very nicely on the leaf. Yes, Neji was a true Nejina.

Well, and now we're sitting here. We've been waiting for Neji for an hour. It wouldn't come, not even in N + 1,000,000,000,000,000 years. I knew that from the start. He bought a new book. Fortuna-Hyuugas no longer needed any of his old ones that were dirty with crumbs or with a fine layer of dust or were scrawled over by certain Naruto Uzumakis. They simply cheated on the depraved editions of their ridiculous thoughts with newer, apparently nicer books. In the end they all ended up on the stake: Neji's bookshelf.

Thank Neji that we were allowed to go home after the lesson with Sasuke. Officially.
Unofficially, I holed up behind the big apple tree in the Uchihas' garden and had a perfect view of the living room where Sasuke was sitting and watching TV.

Suddenly his brother walked into the room and I witnessed a gruesome murder.
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Itachi Uchiha turned the juice off the TV!
He encapsulated him from the here and now with just one bloody pressure on the heart of the TV.
Why do these rich people always think they are God?

As tears came to me for my own stupidity, more people entered the room. Itachi put a hand on her temple. Just for a moment, as if he didn't want anyone to see it. Either because he wanted to look like Hercules or because he was really annoyed with animals. His face spoke volumes, seeking solace through the window. He was fed up with the flowers, soaking up every color before turning around.
His clique stood before him. They talked.I didn't notice. Sasuke even joined in. What were they talking about? (Without me?!)

The answer: simple and devastating.

Follow me, I'll show you ...