"As your team leader, I've never truly taught you any ninjutsu." Hizashi's voice carried a note of guilt. His tea cup steamed quietly at his side. "If not for you, I—Hinata Hizashi, a jonin—would've died on that Evil God Cult mission. I owe you."
He set the cup down and raised his pale eyes. "Listen well. I can't change the Hyuga clan... but as long as I live, I will never allow you to be bullied by the Uchiha within Konoha."
Lucien's crimson Sharingan flared briefly at that. Hizashi's tone hardened. "A secret letter has reached me. During the Chunin Exams... the Uchiha candidates plan to target you."
Lucien's lips curled in disdain. "Uchiha? Hmph. Chickens and stray dogs. If they dare... they'll regret it." With the Third Stage of Flying Thunder God now at his command, the thought of mere Genin hunting him was laughable.
Still—he understood Hizashi's intent. His teacher had long doubted the uniqueness of his eyes. And now, with truth confirmed—that he bore the blood of both the Uchiha and Hyuga—Hizashi wasn't here merely as a mentor. He was here to claim him.
It's obvious—the Hyuga want me to rejoin under their name. Why wouldn't they? At five years old, an Uchiha-Hyuga hybrid, Sandaime's disciple, already using space-time jutsu... their gamble couldn't fail.
Hizashi stood slowly, his gaze steady. "Shigure, I won't force you. Whatever path you choose, as long as you don't regret it. But as your teacher, I want to pass down Hyuga-ryu Taijutsu to you myself."
Lucien smiled faintly. "Then let's fight. If I'm to learn it, I'll learn it my way." Fighting was the best way to analyze, to copy—most importantly, to understand.
"Very good," Hizashi said. "One condition—don't destroy the grounds with large-scale ninjutsu."
Lucien stifled a laugh. "Understood."
The two bowed in the courtyard, silence pressing down like stone. Then, Hizashi's voice rang sharp.
"Battle... begin! Byakugan!" His veins bulged around pale eyes, vision expanding into 360 degrees. And what he saw—the storm of chakra nestled in Lucien's eyes—made his breath catch.
Lucien's gaze ignited. "Sharingan—open!"
Hizashi snapped forward. "Bagua Vacuum Palm!" A burst of pure force slammed toward Lucien.
Lucien's hair rippled. "Ninpo—Needle Jizō!" Spikes of hardened hair wove up to intercept, immediately extending into snapping jaws. "Lion's Mane Technique!" Nine lion heads of chakra-threaded hair lunged forward.
Hizashi smirked faintly. "So Jiraiya's lessons are yours as well." He spun promptly, chakra erupting. "Kaiten!" His rotation deflected the hair-lions with a storm of force.
Lucien pressed already, layering tech upon tech. As the lions struck, two shadow clones flickered beside him, rushing Hizashi with reckless ferocity.
Hizashi stepped into stance, palms flying. He struck one clone down with fluid precision, but the second flicked a kunai before dispelling.
Shuriken split into a storm, multiplying mid-flight.
"Shuriken Shadow Clone Jutsu!"
Every blade shimmered with seals—the markers of Flying Thunder God.
"Kaiten!" Hizashi roared again, spinning, deflecting—but his eyes widened as he felt the chakra threads still tugging upon the blades, alive with Lucien's control, poised to strike the instant his rotation ended.
"Tch. If I use Kaiten again, I'll be a target..."
"In that case—I'll destroy them!" Hizashi's fingers folded into form. His palms surged with blurring speed.
"One palm! Two palms! Four palms! Eight! Sixteen! Thirty-two!"
Lucien watched with wide Sharingan, enthralled. Hizashi's hands blurred past vision's edge, striking so fast even the clones shivered.
"Sixty-four palms!" Hizashi's voice cracked like thunder. Every shuriken, every kunai, was smacked from the air, neutralized. The courtyard rang with echoing impacts.
Lucien's lips tilted into a sly smile. His eyes, glowing crimson, reflected every strike. Every pathway. Every pressure point.
I've copied it... Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms. The jewel of Hyuga-ryu.
Hizashi exhaled, shoulders relaxing. "So, Shigure... where is this so-called new technique you promised me?"
Lucien chuckled darkly. "Sensei..." He raised his hand and pointed.
"You've already lost."
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