"Eight Trigrams: Twenty-Four Palms!"
The Hyūga brat actually unleashed the clan's secret technique—Gentle Fist blazing, a spinning field of the Eight Trigrams suddenly expanding to lock Natsume Yō and Wada Chiba inside.
Yō instantly felt the strike coming from behind, a sharp, piercing thrust that pinned their movements.
"Suiton: Water Formation Wall!"
With Chiba in tow, dodging wasn't an option. He slammed his hands down, a great wall of water erupting to block the assault.
Boom! The technique shattered harmlessly against it. With the boy's measly strength, breaking through Yō's jutsu was impossible.
But the sight left the entire class frozen in shock.
"H-he knows Suiton?!""That's the Water Formation Wall!""What the hell is this guy's background…?"
Even the Hyūga challenger's face twisted, his arrogance cracking. He hadn't expected Yō to be this strong.
Yō turned his head, eyes ice-cold. His voice cut like a blade:
"Once, I can ignore as childish nonsense. Twice—now you're asking for it."
"What, you think my patience means I'm easy to bully? Think again."
"Let me spell it out for you—not everyone is here to bow down to the almighty Hyūga clan."
The last word fell—then Yō was gone.
Whoosh!
In the blink of an eye he reappeared behind the boy. Before anyone could shout a warning, his whip-kick smashed into the Hyūga's ribs.
Bang!
"Urghh—!"
Blood sprayed. The boy flew like a ragdoll, crashing into the desks, teeth clattering across the floor.
Yō didn't even flinch. His gaze slid to Hyūga Akikiku, who stood pale and frozen a short distance away.
"Akikiku. Last time I let you off. Clearly, you didn't learn. Fine—today, I'll make sure the lesson sticks."
His lips curved into a cold smile as he started walking toward her.
"You bastard—I'll kill you!"
From the wreckage, the beaten Hyūga staggered up, veins bulging as his Byakugan flared again. With a hoarse roar, he rushed Yō, fists flying in another set of Gentle Fist strikes.
Two months ago, maybe Yō would've struggled.
Now?
He was nothing but trash-tier.
"Out of my sight."
Yō shot forward, his heel slamming into the boy's chest. Boom! He went flying again. But before he could even land—
Flash.
Yō's silhouette flickered behind him, another whip-kick snapping across his back.
CRASH! The Hyūga slammed into the ground with bone-shaking force, dust erupting, the floor trembling from the impact.
The classroom fell dead silent.
Yō's aura erupted, two months of slaughter boiling off him like killing frost. He looked less like a student, more like a war god—an Asura of blood.
"Akikiku. Next time, it'll be you on the floor. Remember that."
The stench of blood, the broken body, the suffocating pressure—none of these kids had ever witnessed something like this. Not a single one dared to breathe too loudly.
Even Wada Chiba, hand trembling in his, recoiled at this terrifying side of Yō.
But then—he turned, eyes softening, smile warm as sunlight.
"Sorry. Did I scare you?"
The contrast was terrifying—smiling face framed by blood and broken bones.
"…It's fine. Let's just go."
Chiba's voice shook as she tugged at him, pulling him toward the door.
They had barely stepped out of the classroom before another Hyūga clan member blocked their path.