Chapter 10: The So-Called Gentle Fist
"Haah!"
"Haa!"
Under the blazing sun, deep within the Hyuga Clan compound, there was a private training ground accessible only to the clan's main family members.
A small figure could be seen training with unwavering determination—her fists and feet striking the air as she worked to strengthen her body. With each movement, she let out a sharp, focused shout.
In the center of the training ground, two figures stood facing each other—an old man and a young boy, both with their backs straight and posture perfect.
Hyuga Hiashi silently observed Ryosuke, who stood before him with his eyes closed. After briefly teaching him the fundamentals of the Gentle Fist, Hiashi had expected questions or at least a few failed attempts.
Instead, the boy just stood there—completely still.
But Hiashi wasn't irritated. He knew Ryosuke wasn't the type to slack off. The boy had always shown a maturity and discipline that far exceeded his age. So, instead of interrupting, Hiashi simply activated his Byakugan and waited quietly, observing Ryosuke's body closely.
And he was right. Ryosuke wasn't slacking off.
Inside his mind, Ryosuke was reviewing every detail of Hiashi's demonstration—every word, every movement, every nuance. He was also analyzing the sensations from earlier, when Hiashi had struck him with chakra—how it had invaded his body, severed his meridians, and sealed his acupoints.
His rebirth hadn't just gifted him a mysterious system—it had also enhanced his memory and mental processing abilities. Now, with his consciousness sharpening, Ryosuke's body began to move.
Hiashi noticed the shift and stepped back, giving the boy space.
Ryosuke's movements mirrored Hiashi's demonstration exactly. Chakra flowed through his body and into his palm in the same precise pattern. Then—
Whoosh—!
With a wave of his palm, a sudden gust of wind burst forth, the chakra radiating from his hand before quickly fading into the air, unable to hit a target.
Hiashi's eyes narrowed slightly—astonishment flickering in their depths.
As the head of the Hyuga Clan, he knew better than anyone how difficult it was to master the Gentle Fist. In the clan's long history, no member—main family or branch—had ever learned the technique this fast. Ryosuke had seen it once. And yet his movements, chakra control, and form were flawless.
Not even the Uchiha Clan's Sharingan could copy the Gentle Fist so precisely.
And before Hiashi could finish digesting that thought, Ryosuke began moving again.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
A series of palm strikes echoed through the empty air—each one accompanied by a soft sonic boom. This time, Ryosuke wasn't just copying. He was adjusting, refining—developing his own rhythm.
Unfortunately, his chakra reserves were limited. He could only perform thirty-two of the traditional Sixty-Four Palms before he began to run dry.
Finally, when his chakra was nearly depleted, Ryosuke stopped and slowly opened his eyes.
His entire body was soaked in sweat. The soil beneath his feet was dark with moisture.
Taking a deep breath, he calmed his racing heart and soothed his aching organs. Then, he smiled faintly and turned to the man standing beside him.
"So this is the Gentle Fist of the Hyuga Clan... It's definitely harder than it looks."
Hiashi coughed lightly, trying to maintain his usual stoic expression.
"...For a first attempt, it's already incredible."
Ryosuke nodded thoughtfully. "First attempt, huh…"
He didn't say more, just sat down cross-legged. "I'll need to rest and refine more chakra."
"All right," Hiashi replied quickly. "You rest. I'll go check on Hinata."
As if fleeing the training ground, Hiashi turned and walked away in a hurry.
The moment he turned around, the mask of composure on his face shattered completely.
"Difficult?"
Those were the only words echoing in his mind. He had practiced the Gentle Fist for a week before making real progress. And Ryosuke—his son-in-law, no less—had mastered it in a single session. Monstrous.
Ryosuke, still sitting cross-legged, smirked.
He could tell from Hiashi's awkward retreat that the old man was shaken.
But he hadn't been trying to act humble. He meant what he said. While he had only physically executed the technique once, he had already simulated it in his mind eleven times—perfectly visualizing each strike in the spiritual space granted by his system.
Practicing the Gentle Fist was no joke.
He remembered his first actual attempt during Hiashi's earlier test. He had understood the principles, but once he tried it for real, it was clear that theory and execution were completely different.
Even without combat experience, Ryosuke had felt it—the chakra in his palm failed to penetrate Hiashi's body.
Hiashi's own chakra had created a defensive layer, repelling Ryosuke's attempt.
The Gentle Fist... was more than just technique. It was both external martial skill and internal strength.
The internal part was chakra—soft but penetrating, circulated in a specific pattern through the meridians to give it force and precision.
The external part was the physical execution—specific postures and movements designed to release chakra at precise points, channeling hidden power through different parts of the body.
Only when internal and external power worked in harmony could the Gentle Fist truly reach its potential.
And why had Ryosuke been so exhausted after just one attempt?
Simple.
Because he wasn't just using muscle memory—he was consciously controlling his body with spiritual focus, correcting every movement in real-time, analyzing every shift in posture and chakra flow.
Even with his enhanced mental capacity, it was draining.
There's a saying: The brain may understand, but the body might not follow.
But for Ryosuke, it was different. His body could follow. He made it follow.
Still, it wasn't easy.
So yes—it really was difficult.
Just then, a voice echoed from the entrance of the training ground.
"Patriarch."
Ryosuke opened his eyes and turned toward the source.
A younger man who bore a strong resemblance to Hiashi was standing at the gate with a child by his side. The man raised his hand in greeting.
The boy next to him stared at Ryosuke with wide, curious eyes—clearly fascinated by the stranger in the Hyuga compound.
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