"Brother Neji, do you like sister Tenten very much?"
The boy beside him didn't speak, and there was no trace of emotion in his pupils. Then he turned his head and took a deep look at him, and walked into the rain without hesitation.
Some clues are like the sand between fingers. Even if its existence is extremely faint and then disappears without a trace, the traces of its existence cannot be erased.
Intention: Fate is not destined, and it is not impossible to try every means to change the outcome.