"You!"
Caught off guard and stomped into the ground by Kirito, the youth roared with fury. Yet despite his anger, he still believed that he'd only lost due to being unprepared, after all, Kirito's reputation as a "failure" ran too deep.
"You worthless trash! Even if Ayako tries to protect you today, don't think you'll be walking out of the Hyuga compound in one piece!"
Determined, he began to channel chakra at his chest's tenketsu point, planning to blast Kirito's foot away. A cold glint flickered in his eyes.
But before he could finish the thought, nothing happened. The heavy foot on his chest stayed firmly planted, utterly unmoved by the chakra he had released.
"Don't bother struggling pointlessly."
Kirito's gaze was cold as he looked down at him. Then, his foot shifted slightly.
"Guaaah!"
With a subtle crack, the youth's face turned deathly pale as he vomited a mouthful of blood. He reached out with trembling hands, trying to lift Kirito's foot, but no matter how much strength he used, it wouldn't budge an inch.
Watching him spit blood, Ayako was visibly stunned. Her earlier warning hadn't even left her lips before the boy was already curled up like a beaten dog, pale and broken.
"A Chūnin… completely helpless?" she murmured in disbelief.
Only then did the youth's subordinates snap out of their shock. Upon seeing their master's sorry state, their expressions shifted from disbelief to fury as they rushed toward Kirito.
One of them gritted his teeth, took a fighting stance, and thrust a standard Gentle Fist palm toward Kirito's back.
"Crack!"
But Kirito, as if he had eyes on the back of his head, casually reached behind with one hand and caught the attacker's wrist like a claw. With a twist at the joint, the subordinate's entire arm was dislocated.
"Aaargh!"
The man cried out in pain. Kirito followed up by turning his palm into two stiff fingers and thrusting them into the attacker's shoulder, sending him flying.
With that one brutal counter, none of the others dared make another move.
"Kirito… this isn't the time to cause a commotion inside the Hyuga compound. We should-"
Seeing Kirito had no intention of letting it go, Ayako hurried to stop him. But just as she opened her mouth, a thunderous voice erupted from within the courtyard.
"How dare you make trouble in the Hyuga compound!"
From within, an elderly figure slowly walked out. His pace was calm and measured, but each step covered several meters as if by some strange technique. In mere seconds, he stood before them.
"Grandfather! Save me! Kill this trash!"
The youth beneath Kirito's foot called out in delight.
"Hmph, "
Just as he finished, Kirito shifted his foot again, causing the youth to cough up more blood. His hateful words were silenced by sheer force.
"You talk too much." Kirito said flatly.
The elder, eyes blazing with fury, was just about to speak. But when he saw Kirito's face clearly, he froze.
"You're… that failure!"
The words slipped from his lips without thinking.
Kirito looked at him calmly. The man before him was one of the Hyuga clan elders, highly respected and known to all. But Kirito had no interest in remembering such people's faces.
The elder narrowed his eyes. Though rage boiled within him, he had the self-restraint expected of his generation. He couldn't comprehend why this cowardly, submissive boy, this disgrace of the Hyuga, had suddenly become so arrogant after being expelled just half a year ago.
"Kirito… that's your name, isn't it? Heh. So infamous that even this old man remembers it. I'm genuinely curious, what gave you the gall to change so much? What are you relying on?"
"Changed?"
Kirito shook his head.
"You people never understood me at all. So what would you know about any change?"
He paused, eyes sharp.
"Whatever. I'm not interested in knowing who you are. Have that punk apologize to Ayako, or he can forget about ever walking again."
Such calm yet brazen words finally pushed the elder over the edge. His robes fluttered despite no wind, and an immense chakra erupted from within him.
"You arrogant little wretch!
But Kirito didn't even flinch. He didn't speak another word. He merely stood there, watching the elder with indifference.
"Come."
"Fwoosh!"
"Body Flicker Technique!"
The elder wasted no time. In a flash, he appeared before Kirito and struck forward with an open palm.
"Gentle Fist!"
Kirito understood Gentle Fist techniques, not through formal study, but through his deep familiarity with human anatomy. He could clearly sense that this palm strike was targeting a key chakra point in his chest. If it landed, it would severely disrupt his internal chakra network.
But knowing the target meant it was easy to intercept.
"Pak!"
Kirito raised two fingers and jabbed directly into the elder's palm.
"Wha-?!"
The elder hadn't expected a boy with no Byakugan and no Gentle Fist training to be able to read his strike so precisely. But the moment Kirito's fingers touched his hand, a sharp numbness radiated outward. His entire arm lost strength, and his chakra flow was instantly thrown into disarray.
His expression shifted dramatically.
"This… this feels just like being hit by the Gentle Fist!"
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