Early the next morning, Hyuga Aokawa took the initiative to ask Hyuga Fū to train him.
Currently, being a Quincy wasn't enough to fully compensate for his close-combat abilities, so he had to make up for that area himself.
When the father and son arrived at the Village's public Training Ground, many people were already there working up a sweat.
Although many Family compounds were equipped with simple training equipment, space was limited and didn't allow for full movement.
Therefore, most people preferred coming to the Village Training Ground.
The facilities here were complete, the space was open, and seeing everyone around training desperately created a passionate atmosphere that naturally motivated people.
The two of them walked to a wooden post in a corner of the field and stood still.
Hyuga Aokawa's attention, however, was drawn to a training scene in another corner.
Two Uchihas!
The older Uchiha held three Kunai between his fingers and tossed them elegantly into the air.
Immediately after, he threw another three Kunai with even greater speed, precisely hitting the tails of the falling Kunai in mid-air.
Then another three, and another three.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The crisp sound of metal clashing rang out incessantly.
The Kunai in the air constantly changed direction, tracing dizzying trajectories, and finally, all of them were precisely pinned to the back of several targets!
Standard Uchiha-Style Kunai Throwing Technique!
Flashy as hell!
Seeing this, the younger Uchiha boy nearby immediately began to clap and jump with pride and joy.
Hyuga Fū walked to his son's side and followed his gaze.
"Using the Sharingan's superior insight to precisely hit specific points on Kunai in mid-air to change their flight paths."
He watched the Uchiha in the distance and commented in a calm tone:
"But you don't need to be envious. In terms of pure insight, the Byakugan is superior to the Sharingan. With some small tricks, the Byakugan can achieve this as well."
"Watch closely!"
As he spoke, to Hyuga Aokawa's surprised expression...
Hyuga Fū also pulled out a handful of Kunai and threw them into the air in the same manner.
Then he quickly threw a second and third set... the Kunai collided and changed direction multiple times in the air. Although the trajectory wasn't as fancy or elegant as the Uchiha's, they ultimately pinned themselves just as precisely to the back of the wooden post!
Seeing Hyuga Aokawa's surprised expression.
Hyuga Fū looked smug: "I figured this out myself when I was young, after seeing an Uchiha classmate use this method."
"While I can't do it as elegantly as an Uchiha, the reason is my lack of practice with this technique, not that the Byakugan's insight is inferior to the Sharingan's."
He turned around, his expression becoming serious again, and patted his son's shoulder:
"But these things are just icing on the cake. We possess the Byakugan, and the Gentle Fist is our most solid Foundation."
"As long as you can master the Gentle Fist, you'll reach Special Jonin in the future. Even if your talent is a bit lacking, becoming a Chunin like your dad won't be a problem."
Hyuga Aokawa nodded.
On this point, Hyuga Fū was right.
Although the ceiling of the Gentle Fist wasn't high, its floor wasn't low either. It held a great advantage at the Genin, Chunin, and even Jonin levels.
But for the Kage-level beyond Jonin, this single method was no longer enough.
Colossal Summoned Beasts, Susanoo, large-scale Ninjutsu—no matter which one, it was hard to imagine the Gentle Fist doing anything against them.
Unless one could train it to the level of Kaguya's Eighty Gods Vacuum Attack.
Otherwise, no matter how good the talent, the ceiling was an Elite Jōnin.
Seeing that Hyuga Aokawa was listening, Hyuga Fū began to explain the Gentle Fist.
"The core of the Pressure Point Technique lies in forming your own Chakra into needle-like force, striking it into the opponent's body through their Chakra Acupoints to destroy their Chakra Pathway System or internal organs, thereby achieving the goal of instantly paralyzing the opponent or making them lose their combat capability."
"But how to touch the opponent's Chakra Acupoints in the simplest way during battle—that is the problem the Gentle Fist Art aims to solve."
"And the Gentle Fist Art has been passed down through generations of the Hyuga Clan for thousands of years, constantly being refined."
"The core problem it addresses is: how to precisely touch those vital Chakra Acupoints of the opponent in the simplest and most effective way during intense and fast real combat."
Hyuga Fū looked serious: "From the most fundamental basic Gentle Fist to the Main House's Secret Techniques like the Twin Lion Fists, the ultimate goal without exception is to destroy the opponent's meridians and internal organs."
"In the Gentle Fist Art, the most advanced technique we of the Branch House can learn is the Eighty Trigrams Thirty-Two Palms."
At this point, Hyuga Fū took a deep breath, slowly assumed a stance in the Training Ground, and began to demonstrate the Eighty Trigrams Thirty-Two Palms Move by Move.
His movements were steady and fluid. Each palm strike carried refined Chakra, and the wind from his palms whistled, containing precise and powerful destructive force.
Hyuga Aokawa held his breath and watched carefully.
His predecessor's learning ability was indeed not strong; after years of cultivation, he had barely reached the entry level of the most basic 'Pressure Point Technique,' and other Gentle Fist techniques were a complete blur to him.
But this time, relying on the exceptionally strong mental energy and perception he gained after Transmigration...
He could clearly capture the way Hyuga Fū exerted force in every palm strike, the subtle flow of Chakra, and the precise coordination of his footwork.
He absorbed this knowledge frantically, and his body even began to involuntarily imitate and follow along with the training.
Hyuga Fū demonstrated the Eighty Trigrams Thirty-Two Palms over and over, while Hyuga Aokawa focused intently on imitating and training with him over and over.
After several rounds of demonstration, Hyuga Fū stopped and stood still, asking:
"How was it? How much do you remember?"
Hyuga Aokawa pondered for a moment, seemingly savoring every detail from just now:
"I seem to have remembered all the Moves, but it feels... like I haven't truly remembered them either."
"The worst thing for a fist art is rote memorization. The key lies in understanding its intent and using it flexibly."
Hyuga Fū nodded approvingly, then his tone became somewhat complex: "I just mentioned that the Branch House can only learn the Thirty-Two Palms; this is actually a castrated version of the Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms."
"However, if one contributes to the Family, the Main House will also bestow the subsequent thirty-two palms."
His voice lowered a bit, carrying a hint of imperceptible helplessness and caution:
"Like your dad, I once obtained the opportunity to learn the Sixty-Four Palms. Once you've learned the Thirty-Two Palms, I'll find an opportunity to... perform the Sixty-Four Palms once for you to see."
He deliberately emphasized the words "to see," stressing: "Remember, it's for you to see, not for me to teach you."
"The Main House's Secret Techniques are strictly forbidden from being taught privately."
Hearing this, Hyuga Aokawa raised an eyebrow inconspicuously.
Turning what should have been a shared Family Legacy into a reward—the Main House really had some methods.
He complained silently in his heart, and seeing his dad's cautious look, this reward was likely 'one-time' and strictly forbidden from being passed to descendants.
However, now was not the time to dwell on this; he'd learn it first.
For the rest of the day, Hyuga Aokawa was immersed in tedious but fulfilling training until evening.
Finally, his hard work paid off, and he received Heaven's Favor.
[You trained hard and gained Favor]
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