The school training ground was mostly empty after school hours, with only about ten people scattered around.
On the vast sandy ground, Hiashi and Hizashi stood side-by-side, already assuming the starting stance of the Gentle Fist. Facing them was Rakawa, looking completely at ease, standing casually, seemingly full of openings.
Yet, Hiashi and Hizashi, facing Rakawa's seemingly vulnerable posture, already had sweat trickling down their foreheads.
There were no openings; not a single one. Attacking from any angle, the opponent would only need to make a slight movement to perfectly evade their assault.
Hiashi, in his combat stance, presented a different image and demeanor from before, displaying absolute caution.
Observing from the sidelines were a few other students, along with Fugaku Uchiha and Minato Namikaze.
Fugaku, watching with cold eyes, clenched his fists, his gaze fixed intently on the figure he loathed and detested.
Minato Namikaze, on the other hand, looked helpless. Was fighting like this in school really appropriate? Even if it was just sparring, it seemed a bit too serious. They were all classmates; why bother?
'Hyuga Clan, I'll make you repent at my feet later,' Fugaku muttered to himself, his immense hatred fueling endless fantasies. Being scorned by members of the Hyuga Clan twice in one day was something the Young clan head of the Uchiha Clan found hard to accept.
People had always gathered around him, worshipping him; he had never been looked down upon like this.
Even though Hiashi and Hizashi were in the same class, they were like strangers, with little interaction. One could say they were originally strangers, without friction.
But with Rakawa's appearance, things changed today.
As the three stood facing each other in the center of the training ground, time ticked by. Rakawa made no move, and the Hiashi brothers began to grow impatient.
The longer they waited, the aura of genius weighed heavier in their hearts.
Suddenly, Hizashi made his move.
He stomped his foot, his body shooting out like an arrow from a bowstring, leaping into mid-air. His hands formed open palms, striking down one after another.
It was a pure palm technique, his rapidly dancing hands creating a flurry of palm shadows that rained down densely, leaving no gaps.
Hiashi also moved, rushing straight forward, throwing punches that roared with power.
The brothers cooperated seamlessly, one suppressing from the air, the other distracting on the ground. Their fists and palms were dazzling to behold.
They quickly closed in. Although Hiashi attacked with his fists, there was no sound of fierce wind or thunder; he moved like a ghost.
The palm shadows descended, about to strike Rakawa.
Just then, Rakawa, who had been still, finally moved.
Thud!
Suddenly, he leaned forward, shifting his feet, ignoring the incoming palm shadows from above, and instead directly faced Hiashi's fists.
"You're asking for death!" Hiashi roared, furious at being so lightly regarded.
His fists gained momentum, and a barrage of fist shadows materialized, like the sword rain of the Shadow Clone Jutsu.
However, these countless fist shadows were all evaded one by one as Rakawa swiftly weaved left and right.
"Damn it... Ah!" Hiashi cursed under his breath. When he looked again, Rakawa had suddenly appeared in front of him, their heads barely twenty centimeters apart. He could clearly see the cold glint in Rakawa's dark eyes.
A cry of alarm escaped his lips, followed by his body being thrown. Rakawa had executed an over-the-shoulder throw, slamming him onto the ground several meters away, kicking up a cloud of yellowish-brown dust.
Bang bang bang!!!
The palm shadows from the sky also fell at this moment, but they missed their target, landing entirely on the ground. The dense palm strikes shattered the earth, sending dust flying.
Rakawa looked up. Hizashi's body was still suspended in the air; the fight with Hiashi had lasted only a brief second.
Whoosh!
A shuriken was thrown, the rapidly spinning weapon closing in on Hizashi in an instant.
Hizashi's eyes widened when he saw Rakawa's movement. He immediately arched his back, and the shuriken narrowly flew past his hairline.
"That was close..." Hizashi gasped, but another voice chimed in, "Just close?"
Thump!
Without time to react, Hizashi was struck in the back, sending him crashing to the ground.
The two brothers lay close to each other on the ground, struggling to get back up.
The spectators gasped repeatedly. One person facing the challenge of two geniuses, yet he could handle it with such ease, quickly knocking his opponents to the ground. This person's reaction speed was simply too fast.
Fugaku Uchiha, however, snorted coldly. "Just flashy moves. Ninja don't fight with flashy moves."
"Fugaku, that's going too far." Minato frowned, but he only received a disdainful scoff in response.
The Hiashi brothers rose from the ground almost simultaneously. They exchanged a look, and their Chakra rapidly surged.
"Byakugan!"
Veins bulged around their eyes, and their white pupils showed subtle changes.
At this transformation, the surrounding students exclaimed, "Oh my god, it's the Hyuga Clan's Kekkei Genkai, the Byakugan."
"They can already activate it? So strong!"
Fugaku Uchiha, however, scoffed disdainfully. Can the Byakugan even compare to the Sharingan? Idiots.
With their Byakugan activated, the two became even more cautious. This was because the Byakugan could see the body's tenketsu and the flow of Chakra.
The amount of Chakra Rakawa possessed, as revealed to their Byakugan, made them feel somewhat ashamed.
It surpassed them; it surpassed the standard for Ninja Academy graduates.
"Brother, this fight might be full of variables."
"No matter what, let's defeat him first."
"Rakawa, the Gentle Fist is a Taijutsu that works with the Byakugan, and it's the Taijutsu the Hyuga Clan prides itself on. Today, we'll use this Taijutsu to defeat you!" Hiashi said, sounding somewhat provocative. Then, both of them charged forward simultaneously, striking with their palms one after another. Faint traces of Chakra, transformed into fine needles, could be seen accompanying their hands.
The attack speed was very fast. Rakawa also became serious when he saw the Gentle Fist being deployed. Two geniuses using the Gentle Fist against him simultaneously meant that if he wasn't careful and stumbled, he would lose face.
Whoosh!!!
Body Flicker Technique. Just as the two were about to reach him, he used the Body Flicker Technique, instantly evading their attacks.
The two, having lost their target, were momentarily stunned and almost collided.
"Damn it, where did that guy go?"
"Over there."
Rakawa was already two meters behind them, having also assumed the starting stance of the Gentle Fist.
"Watch closely, this is the Gentle Fist. Byakugan! Gentle Fist: Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms!"
His Byakugan instantly activated, his dark eyes transforming into white pupils, veins appearing around them, and a green yin-yang Eight Trigrams array forming beneath his feet.
"Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms?"
"Heavens, it's that technique! Has this guy already learned it?"
The Hiashi brothers were stunned. They naturally understood the power of the Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms from their upbringing in the Hyuga Clan. Could this guy actually use it now?
Seeing Rakawa about to unleash the Sixty-Four Palms, Hiashi quickly shouted, "Stop, don't hit us! We surrender, we give up! Let's talk this over, we can discuss things."