Guiding Jonin

Yinsen had never practiced Baji Quan, of course, though there was someone on his ship who practiced it and had kept at it to this day.

That person was Rin Tohsaka. Whenever Rin Tohsaka trained... well, Yinsen had only watched her a few times. He had just been talking nonsense.

What Fierce Tiger Hard Climbing Mountain? He had no idea what was so special about that move. His attack had simply been a straightforward punch, landing solidly against Sasuke's chest.

Fortunately, he knew exactly how terrifying his own strength was, so from his perspective, he had merely given Sasuke a light tap. Even so, Sasuke was sent flying again.

This time, he did not just fly ten-odd meters before landing. Sasuke slammed directly into a tree behind him, snapping a trunk too thick for an adult to wrap their arms around before finally stopping and falling to the ground.

"Cough—"

This time, he had truly been beaten to the point of coughing up blood. Sasuke felt as though every inch of bone in his body was aching. Under normal circumstances, an attack of this level should have seriously injured him—after all, much of the Ninja Academy's basic instruction included preliminary judgment of one's own injuries and emergency treatment methods.

As the genius who had graduated at the top of his class, Sasuke could make a proper assessment: his injuries did not seem serious?

With Yinsen's control over his strength, there was no chance of accidentally killing Sasuke outright. He could clearly see Sasuke's general condition and make the most appropriate judgment, knowing precisely what kind of attack Sasuke could withstand. That punch would only leave him aching all over for a while. Coughing up some blood was already the worst outcome—minor internal injuries. To a ninja, such injuries were practically