The day before Konoha's Chunin Ninja Exams.
Two small figures, one black and one white, were locked in fierce battle by the Naka River.
Bang!
The white figure struck from afar with her palm, blasting a small crater into the ground beside the black figure.
"Is this the Eight Trigrams Vacuum Palm?"
"Yes. I only mastered it recently, or I would've hit you just now."
"Tch, I didn't even bother dodging."
"Take this!" Nao's fist shot toward Shin.
Her fist was an ordinary one, without any Chakra attached to it.
"Wing Chun?" Shin took a step back.
His left and right hands parried the unbroken stream of attacks.
With his Sharingan activated, it wasn't as though he couldn't fight back.
He was merely analyzing the patterns of her martial arts.
"Shin, you're copying again!" Nao said angrily, and her hands moved even faster.
"This isn't copying. It's learning from it, understand? Can a ninja's business be called copying?"
Faced with the storm of attacks, Shin chose to keep retreating while speeding up his analysis.
Wing Chun was a defensive martial art, and he didn't dare counterattack recklessly.
Wing Chun's sticking hands were an advanced technique specifically meant to deal with an enemy's attacks.
With his poor grasp of martial arts, he had no idea how to handle the relentless barrage.
After Nao's left arm met his right arm, she immediately shoved hard.
Her right fist swiftly closed in on his face, clearly giving him no chance to recover.
Seeing this, Shin could only raise his right hand to block.
Unexpectedly, after she pushed aside his left arm, she suddenly paused before thrusting straight at his abdomen.
With a bang, fist and knee collided.
Nao withdrew her right fist, then twisted at the waist and threw another punch.
After her left