Unlike others, the Hyuga Clan prioritizes the Gentle Fist above all else.
One could say that the Moves of the Gentle Fist are engraved into their minds.
Whether Aokawa was using the Gentle Fist or not, Hinata Iruha could tell at a single glance.
In the duel just now, Aokawa had repeatedly demonstrated Konoha-Style Taijutsu with the same proficiency as his Gentle Fist.
He didn't strictly limit himself to the Gentle Fist; during the fight, he used whichever Move worked best.
Hard Fist and Gentle Fist were blended together within his Taijutsu system.
This was the first time Hinata Iruha realized that the Gentle Fist was not the only way to perform Taijutsu.
In certain situations during battle, using the Hard Fist would actually be better, achieving twice the result with half the effort.
In his mind, a barrier known as a cognitive block was shattered.
But what followed was confusion.
He was considered part of that small group of people with decent talent within the Hyuga Clan.
Yet for so many years, he had devoted all his energy to the Gentle Fist and still hadn't fully mastered it.
If he were to also try and learn the Hard Fist style, could he really manage it?
Even if he did learn it, could he use both systems of Taijutsu as naturally and without conflict as Aokawa did in battle?
He didn't know... Uchiha Inabi slowly stood up as the curious gazes of the crowd below were cast upon him.
Others in the base, hearing the sounds of fighting, also gathered around.
For a moment, his face burned with shame; when he had entered the field, he had provocatively raised an eyebrow at Hinata Iruha, only to be kicked to the ground immediately.
When he saw the half-smile on Aokawa's face, he was instantly overcome with shame and rage, an anonymous fire rising within him.
The black pupils in his eyes suddenly turned crimson, and two Tomoe began to spin rapidly.
"Inabi!" Seeing this, Uchiha Hachidai prepared to stand up again.
He was stopped once more by Shirakumo Hayama: "Don't be in such a hurry, Aokawa still has the Byakugan!"
"Sohma, you..."
"Byakugan vs. Sharingan, it's a rare sparring match, isn't it?" Shirakumo Hayama smiled.
Uchiha Inabi stomped hard on the ground and rushed at Aokawa again.
This time, his attacks were sharper and his speed was faster.
Every strike carried the whistling sound of a fist's wind.
With the coordination of the Sharingan's dynamic vision, he fully displayed the Uchiha-Style Taijutsu's characteristics of combined agility and power.
Uchiha Inabi's attacks grew faster and faster, and the grin on his face widened.
"Under the power of these eyes, everything is an illusion; the Uchiha is the greatest Family!"
He was eager to see a look of defeat on Aokawa's face, but he was disappointed.
This pretty boy, who didn't look like he had much strength, still wore that same half-smile on his face.
He hadn't even activated his Byakugan!
"You are insulting the great Uchiha!"
In an instant, Uchiha Inabi felt a surge of fury rush from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.
Driven by rage, he increased his speed once more, his attacks becoming even more lethal.
No matter what today, he was going to trample this guy under his feet.
The two exchanged a dozen more rounds of blows.
The more Uchiha Inabi fought, the more alarmed he became.
No matter how much he increased his speed, the opponent always managed to keep up.
If he had his Sharingan active and had pushed his speed to the limit, and the opponent could still keep up...
Didn't that mean that from the very beginning, when this guy was fighting him on equal terms, he was holding back?
Even more terrifyingly, the opponent's limbs were incredibly hard.
Every time he struck him, it felt like hitting an iron plate, causing him bursts of pain.
While he was distracted by these thoughts, Aokawa caught a flaw in his defense.
With another kick, he sent him flying once more.
Thud!
Uchiha Inabi slammed into the ground, his head spinning, and it took him a while to recover.
He slowly stood up, his hands and feet trembling almost imperceptibly.
He didn't need to look to know that the skin under his clothes was definitely covered in bruises.
"Son of a bitch, I really kicked an iron plate!" Uchiha Inabi was extremely depressed.
Then, it suddenly occurred to him: "How is that guy Iroha fine?"
He quickly turned to look at Hinata Iruha below the stage.
As if knowing what Uchiha Inabi was thinking, Hinata Iruha's face remained calm.
He slowly rolled up the sleeves on his forearms and the pant legs on his calves.
Revealing skin scattered with bruises.
"You motherf—! You were playing me!" Uchiha Inabi was instantly fuming.
"You were beaten into this state, so how did you fake that calm look when you left the stage earlier?"
Hinata Iruha ignored Uchiha Inabi's anger.
He turned his gaze toward Aokawa.
He knew that the evaluations he had heard about Aokawa in the past might have been wrong.
"Not doing his proper work, learning archery instead of the Gentle Fist, twelve years old and still hasn't mastered basic Gentle Fist, failed the Three Basic Jutsu for three consecutive years, wasting his youth, frequently hitting on girls..."
The various rumors were completely opposite to the Aokawa he was seeing now.
Not only had he developed powerful techniques for archery, but his Gentle Fist was also incredibly strong, and he had even integrated the Hard Fist style.
Every single one of these required a great deal of energy; they weren't the achievements of someone who was wasting their youth.
As for hitting on girls... Hinata Iruha glanced at that bright and handsome face.
Em... he was indeed the type that girls liked.
Regarding the part about hitting on girls, he couldn't guarantee whether the rumors were wrong or not.
On the stage, feeling the gazes of those around him, Uchiha Inabi found himself in a difficult position.
He had just activated his Sharingan; if he retreated so pathetically now, wouldn't he be admitting that the Sharingan was inferior to the Byakugan?
He took a deep breath, turned, and went off-stage to pick up his Ninja Blade.
"I believe swordsmanship is also a part of Taijutsu, don't you?"
As he said this, even Uchiha Inabi felt a bit embarrassed.
Using a weapon to bully someone who was empty-handed was somewhat shameless.
But the reputation of the Uchiha as the strongest could not be lost, so he had to do this.
"Oh? Swordsmanship?" Aokawa smiled slightly. "I also learned a bit from Sohma-sama; it's a good time to see the results."
Hearing this, everyone turned to look at Shirakumo Hayama.
Uchiha Hachidai's eyes widened even further: "I was wondering why you were so confident and stopped me several times, you old fox. It turns out there was this layer of relationship."
Shirakumo Hayama didn't speak; he just watched the two in the field with a smile, a flash of anticipation in his calm eyes.
"However, I haven't been learning for long, so I haven't mastered the essence of Sohma-sama's swordsmanship."
Aokawa stood motionless in the field, smiled slightly, and then suddenly raised his right hand, opening his palm.
Just as everyone was wondering what he was doing.
His Ninja Blade, which he had placed on the ground off-stage, suddenly trembled, then abruptly flew out of its scabbard, rushing toward Aokawa and landing firmly in his hand.
"Holy crap! That's so cool!"
The crowd once again turned their gazes toward Shirakumo Hayama: "As expected of a sword master, the person he taught even takes his sword in such a stylish way!"
Shirakumo Hayama: "???"
The two in the field were at each other's throats.
Suddenly.
A sharp cry rang out as a Ninja Hawk flapped its wings and landed on Uchiha Hachidai's shoulder...
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