At dawn, sunlight rose over the lush trees on the horizon, shining on the dew resting on blades of grass and refracting rays of every color.
The Hyuga Clan compound was separated from ordinary civilians by high walls and grand tiled roofs. Inside stood residences that ordinary civilians could never afford in their lifetimes.
The houses within the Hyuga Clan compound possessed a stern, solemn style, displaying the bearing of this old aristocratic clan.
Hizashi Hyuga's death had not greatly affected the Hyuga Clan. It merely made the clan somewhat more silent.
He-El rose from the wooden bed, with only faint traces of pain remaining in his head.
He had rejected Hiashi Hyuga's concern for Neji Hyuga, and the part of him that resented the Hyuga Clan gradually calmed down and stopped causing trouble.
Anything concerning the Hyuga Clan that touched upon the thought patterns belonging to Neji Hyuga within He-El's mind would make Neji Hyuga act up in his thoughts, vaguely giving him the feeling that he was splitting apart.
He-El understood Neji Hyuga's emotions very well. After all, he was Neji Hyuga, so he decided not to learn the Hyuga Clan's Gentle Fist either.
To He-El, the Gentle Fist was not some remarkable martial art, nor was it a power capable of swiftly deciding this chaotic age. Learning it or not made little difference.
Besides, even without the Gentle Fist, He-El could use his own techniques to deliver attacks identical to the Gentle Fist. It would not be difficult.
There was no need to learn the Gentle Fist, then.
Furthermore, one of his three-in-one clone consciousnesses was constantly thinking about using Iron Body to smash everything apart. If he did not use Iron Body, the thought patterns of that Iron Body clone consciousness would act up again and