On the academy training ground, not many people remained after school, only about ten or so scattered individuals.
On the large sandy ground, Hiashi and Hizashi stood side-by-side, already in the starting stance of the Gentle Fist. Opposite them stood Rakawa, looking nonchalant, seemingly full of openings.
Yet, facing the seemingly vulnerable Rakawa, Hiashi and Hizashi already had beads of sweat on their foreheads.
No openings. There wasn't a single flaw. From any angle of attack, the opponent only needed a slight movement to surely evade their assault.
Hiashi in battle was different from his earlier demeanor; he was absolutely cautious.
Watching from the sidelines were a few other academy students, along with Uchiha Fugaku and Minato Namikaze.
Fugaku, observing coldly, his eyes glinting with a cold light, clenched his fists, staring intently at the figure he loathed and hated.
Minato Namikaze looked helpless. Was fighting like this in school really okay? Even if it was a spar, it seemed a bit too serious. They were all classmates, why bother?
"Hyuga Clan, I'll make you repent at my feet later."
Uchiha Fugaku muttered to himself, his boundless hatred giving rise to endless fantasies. Being disrespected by Hyuga Clan members twice in one day was something he, the young clan head of the Uchiha Clan, couldn't accept.
People had always gathered around him, adoring him. He had never been disrespected like this before.
Even though he was in the same class as Hiashi and Hizashi, they were like strangers, having little interaction. One could say they were originally strangers, with no friction between them.
But with Rakawa's appearance, things changed today.
The three individuals facing each other in the center of the training ground. Time passed little by little. Rakawa remained still, and the Hiashi brothers grew a little impatient.
The longer it took, the heavier the aura of genius weighed on their hearts.
Suddenly, Hizashi moved.
He stomped his foot, his body shooting out like an arrow from a bowstring, leaping into mid-air, his hands forming palms, striking down one after another.
Pure palm techniques, his rapidly moving hands creating a flurry of palm shadows, falling like raindrops, dense and impenetrable.
Hiashi also moved, rushing straight forward, his fists punching out, powerful and vigorous.
The brothers coordinated seamlessly, one suppressing from the air, the other containing on the ground, their fists and palms dazzling to behold.
The two rapidly closed in. Although Hiashi attacked with his fists, there was no fierce sound of wind or thunder, moving like a ghost.
The palm shadows fell, about to strike Rakawa.
Just then, Rakawa, who had been still, moved.
*Thud!*
Suddenly, he leaned forward, his footwork shifting, ignoring the aerial palm attacks and instead directly facing Hiashi's fists.
"You're asking for death!"
Hiashi watched, enraged. He was being so utterly disregarded.
His fists intensified, and at this moment, countless fist shadows materialized, like a rain of blades from the Shuriken Shadow Clone Technique.
However, these countless fist shadows were all evaded by Rakawa's swift movements left and right.
"Damn it... ah!"
Hiashi cursed under his breath. When he looked again, Rakawa suddenly appeared in front of him. Their heads were barely twenty centimeters apart, allowing him to clearly see the cold glint in Rakawa's dark eyes.
A startled cry escaped his lips, followed by his body being thrown. Rakawa had executed an over-the-shoulder throw, sending him several meters away to the ground, kicking up a trail 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 shattering the earth and kicking up dust.
Rakawa looked up. Hizashi's body was still airborne. The fight with Hiashi had lasted only a brief second.
*Whoosh!*
A shuriken was thrown, spinning rapidly, instantly closing in on Hizashi.
Hizashi saw Rakawa's movement, his eyes immediately widening. He quickly bent his body, and the shuriken barely grazed past his hairline.
"That was close..."
Hizashi whispered, but another voice chimed in, "Just 'close'?"
*Thud!*
Without time to react, Hizashi was struck in the back, falling straight to the ground.
The brothers landed in roughly the same position, both on the ground, struggling to get up.
The onlookers gasped repeatedly. One person facing the challenge of two geniuses, yet he could handle it so calmly, quickly knocking his opponents to the ground. His reaction speed was simply too fast.
Uchiha Fugaku, however, snorted coldly, "Just flashy moves. Ninjas don't fight with flashy moves."
"Fugaku, that's going too far."
Minato frowned, but received only a scornful smile from the other.
The Hiashi brothers stood up almost simultaneously. They exchanged glances, rapidly mobilizing their chakra.
"Byakugan!"
Blood vessels bulged around their eyes, and their white pupils showed a subtle change.
This change caused the surrounding students to exclaim, "Oh my god, it's the Hyuga Clan's Bloodline Limit, the Byakugan!"
"They can already activate their eyes? So strong!"
Uchiha Fugaku, however, sneered. Can the Byakugan 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 pressure points and chakra flow.
The amount of chakra in Rakawa, as it appeared before their Byakugan, made them somewhat sweat.
It surpassed them; it surpassed the standard for Ninja Academy graduates.
"Brother, this battle might be full of variables."
"No matter what, let's defeat him first."
"Rakawa, the Gentle Fist is a taijutsu style that complements the Byakugan, and it's the Hyuga Clan's proud taijutsu. Today, we'll use this taijutsu to defeat you!"
Hiashi said somewhat provocatively. Then, both rushed forward simultaneously, their palms striking out one after another. Faintly visible on their palms was chakra, transformed into fine needles.
The attack speed was fast. Rakawa became serious upon seeing the Gentle Fist in action. Two geniuses using the Gentle Fist against him—if he carelessly stumbled into a trap, 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, almost colliding with each other.
"Damn it, where did he go?"
"Over there."
Rakawa was already two meters behind them, also adopting 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 turning into white pupils, blood vessels protruding around them, and a green yin-yang fish Eight Trigrams formation appeared beneath his feet.
"Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms?"
"Oh my god, it's that move! Has he 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, "No, don't! We surrender, we give up! Let's talk this out, let's discuss it!"