Hizashi stared at Akira with a calm, expressionless gaze. He lowered one hand and raised the other, assuming a standard stance.
At the same time, the veins around his eyes bulged.
"Byakugan!"
Akira mirrored him exactly.
His eyes widened.
"Byakugan!"
Both of them stepped forward at the same time and clashed.
Four hands blurred into what seemed like dozens, clashing rapidly mid-air.
From the sidelines, Nawaki muttered, "He hasn't paid yet, you know."
As he spoke, he quickly dragged Uchiha Sōsuke further back.
The exchange of blows between the two Hyuga had already stirred up gusts of wind.
Pa-pa-pa-pa-BOOM!
The repeated sound of clashing strikes rang out, followed by a muffled thud.
Nawaki blinked, feeling the sound was too close. He looked down to see a pair of dazed eyes, Uchiha Sōsuke had woken up.
Spotting the large bump on the back of his head, Nawaki guiltily looked away.
"I lost again," Sōsuke muttered as he turned to watch the battle at the center of the ring.
Two Hyuga fighting.
"Hyuga Hizashi?"
"You know him?" Nawaki asked, surprised. He wasn't very familiar with members of the Hyuga clan.
Sōsuke nodded. "He was in Team 10 two years ago. They used to call him one of the Hyuga Twin Stars. But for some reason, the team disbanded not long ago."
"What's with that arrogant look? Is this what geniuses act like?" Nawaki frowned.
Sōsuke grew serious. "Don't underestimate him. Team 10 once completed a B-rank mission."
A B-rank mission meant encounters with Chūnin-level enemies, possibly even Jōnin.
"For Akira to go toe-to-toe with someone like that, he's bound to lose. No matter what dirty tricks he uses, they won't help against true strength."
He said this through gritted teeth.
Despite Akira being hailed as a genius, topping every exam, most of their generation didn't acknowledge his #1 status.
Because he fought dirty.
Written tests? Sure, they conceded. But how did he lose just now?
Sōsuke was getting confused.
Watching the evenly matched battle, his confusion deepened.
Things hadn't been like this before.
Nawaki chuckled. "You've never seen what my big bro is truly capable of. Hizashi won't win. Not a chance."
His eyes burned as he stared at the fight.
As the grandson of Senju Hashirama, Nawaki wasn't some slouch either. He already had the strength of a full-fledged shinobi, yet even he couldn't beat Akira.
"Impossible," Sōsuke muttered. He had lost, badly, but still couldn't accept it.
There was no way Hyuga Akira could be that strong.
Nawaki simply said, "Back when he fought you guys, he wasn't even serious."
The fight on the field shifted again.
Their palms clashed midair, the impact forcing both back several steps.
Hizashi took a deep breath. A faint glowing Eight Trigrams symbol spread beneath his feet.
"Gentle Fist Art: Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms!"
The Hyuga clan's secret technique, reserved for the main house. Branch members only learned it if they earned great merit.
But Hizashi, being Hiashi's younger brother, had still managed to learn it.
He stepped in, instantly closing the distance, and his fingers jabbed toward Akira's chakra points.
The goal: to seal all 64 chakra nodes in the opponent's body.
Hizashi's hands came down like a storm of falling rain.
Akira exhaled sharply, and suddenly became light as a feather.
"Gentle Fist Art: Willow Drift!"
His body moved like a willow in the wind, swaying and weaving through Hizashi's strikes.
"No way!!" Uchiha Sōsuke's eyes widened.
That was a main house technique, how could someone just dodge it?
And since when did Gentle Fist have a move called Willow Drift?
The answer was: it didn't.
Akira had developed this technique on his own, extending the principles of Gentle Fist.
He manipulated his chakra flow, heightening his sensitivity. His whole body became a sensor. The moment enemy chakra approached, his body reacted instinctively.
In short,
It was tailor-made to counter Gentle Fist.
Hizashi gritted his teeth. Suddenly, chakra burst from his hands.
"Eight Trigrams: Rotation!"
A blue dome of chakra spun out rapidly.
Akira leapt back just in time to dodge it.
"Your Rotation's not too impressive," he said casually, even taking time to taunt.
He'd never practiced Rotation himself, but he knew how difficult it was. It required precise chakra control.
Hizashi's version had appeared and vanished in a blink. Clearly not fully mastered.
Honestly? Even Hizashi's son would outshine him.
That boy had mastered Rotation on his own at thirteen.
A prodigy rarely seen in Hyuga history, and Hizashi clearly wasn't one of them.
Still,
"You're better than your brother."
Hizashi was stronger than Hiashi.
"Your father must have great judgment, making your brother the clan heir."
Akira's tone dripped with sarcasm.
Hizashi's expression flickered with a trace of hesitation.
Hiashi had become heir not because of talent or strength, just because he was born first.
"My brother just lacks experience," Hizashi tried to explain.
And it was true. After becoming a shinobi, Hiashi had barely seen real combat.
Hizashi, on the other hand, had two full years of battlefield experience.
That made all the difference.
"You're a loyal little mutt," Akira sneered.
He didn't care about their brotherly bond.
With a stomp, Akira closed the gap, not using open palm or finger strikes, his fists were clenched.
He was done with traditional Gentle Fist.
He got right in Hizashi's face and swung a hard right hook, chakra-infused.
Sensing danger, Hizashi instinctively changed his own strike into a defensive cross-arm block.
"Crushing Fist!"
BOOM!
Hizashi was sent flying. Akira stepped and launched into a rapid pursuit.
He jumped, raising one leg high above his head.
Hizashi's face paled. His arms were numb.
"That's not Gentle Fist! That's Hard Fist!"
WHAM!
Akira's axe kick slammed down hard, and Hizashi crashed into the ground.
His eyes rolled back. He passed out cold.
[EXP +512]
Akira nodded in satisfaction and glanced at his stats.
[Chakra: 30/120]
He was nearly out of juice. At the same time, his experience pool was finally full.
[EXP Pool: 1965]
[Level EXP: 160/2000]
After applying all his reserve EXP, he'd still have a little leftover.
With how low his chakra was, he couldn't keep fighting.
He immediately funneled the reserve experience into his level progress.
"Level up!"
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