Within the Hyuga Clan grounds.
Two figures faced each other in the training field, fists and feet clashing as they moved with agile steps.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Hinata's face was resolute as she used the Gentle Fist to struggle against every one of Neji's attacks.
But Neji's talent for the Gentle Fist was beyond doubt. Though he was still very young, whether in his fist techniques, footwork, rhythm, or use of the Byakugan, he had already far surpassed those his age.
Using the Byakugan, Neji saw through the chakra pathways within Hinata's body, then used the Gentle Fist to strike at them.
By comparison, Hinata was clearly far inferior.
Or rather, Younger Hinata in her normal state was far inferior.
If someone were to lift the sleeve on Hinata's arm, they would find all sorts of red spots around it.
Those were the distinctive injuries inflicted by the Gentle Fist.
The difference between them was not physical talent, but talent of temperament.
Younger Hinata was far too indecisive. Reflected in her attacks, her punches lacked decisiveness, and her moves failed to flow smoothly into one another. She left too many openings, and her intentions were easy to read, allowing her opponent to launch a string of counterattacks.
The Hyuga Clan's Gentle Fist might not have the overwhelming force of the Steel Fist Style, but its ferocity at close range was not the least bit inferior.
What Younger Hinata lacked was precisely that sharpness.
As a result, her Gentle Fist seemed to have lost its soul. It was all form and no substance, nothing more than a flashy imitation in the eyes of others.
Boom!
"Lady Hinata, give up. As you are now, you simply can't defeat me."
After knocking Hinata back with a single strike, Neji spoke with cold eyes