The Senju Are Konoha's Greatest Clan

"How about it? Are you interested in the strongest palm technique invented by the great Second Hokage, Tobirama Senju—the Ninja World's fastest shinobi—and my Senju Clan?"

Jueming calmly rattled off that string of titles.

Genma Shiranui: "That guy... if he keeps this up, someone's going to beat him to death sooner or later."

Ebisu: "Isn't that the truth?"

During the break after morning classes.

Watching this unfold, the students felt that something big was about to happen.

Who wouldn't want to watch a good show?

"Senju Jueming..."

Kakashi Hatake crossed his arms over his chest.

"I have no idea what he's thinking."

Perhaps this was the difference in mindset between first and second place in the Entrance Examination.

"Come on, let's go watch."

As Jueming and Natsu Hyuga left the classroom, everyone followed after them.

On the rooftop, the cold wind howled.

The two stood at the summit.

Most of the class was looking up from below.

"Why did they go somewhere so high?"

Might Guy blinked and joined the spectators.

As the top scorer in the Entrance Examination... well, the bottom scorer.

After taking the makeup exam, Might Guy had successfully enrolled.

They were both number one.

Truthfully, he was quite curious about Jueming.

"Stand high enough and you can see far enough. Maybe it makes them look impressive." The large Ibiki Morino said, his hands tucked into his black coat.

Whether they were proving that the Senju Clan was superior.

Or that the Hyuga Clan was superior.

They needed a grand stage.

There was nowhere more conspicuous than the roof of the Ninja Academy's teaching building.

"Such a high place..."

Kurenai Yuhi was somewhat worried.

Wouldn't it be dangerous if they fell?

"Don't worry."

Asuma comforted her from the side.

"I'm sure they know their limits."

"Start fighting already!" Aoba Yamashiro shouted.

Namiashi Raidō said, "If you're not fighting, I'm going home for lunch."

Tekka Uchiha: "..."

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the two figures, their hair tossing in the wind, took their stances.

"Senju Jueming, I've long found your behavior unbearable."

Natsu Hyuga assumed the stance of the Gentle Fist.

Her pale eyes glared at Jueming.

"Not just me. The other students too..."

"What's with the bandage on your forehead?"

Jueming suddenly asked.

The question changed Natsu's expression, making it... extremely ugly.

But only for an instant. She quickly recovered.

What's wrong with her?

Sensing that something was off, Jueming asked Mito Uzumaki.

Yet Mito Uzumaki said nothing.

That only made Jueming feel that something was even more wrong.

"Even if it's a scar, it should be fine to take it off, right? After all, you're very pretty."

So she was very suitable for carrying on the Senju Clan's bloodline.

Jueming thought to himself.

"You don't understand anything at all!" Natsu Hyuga shouted.

"How am I supposed to know if none of you tell me?"

Jueming answered calmly.

Were they all riddlers? What was so hard to say?

Whether it was Mito Uzumaki, the Great Elder, or Natsu Hyuga... every last one of them was a riddler.

"If you have troubles, you'll definitely feel better if you speak them aloud," Jueming advised.

He still needed to use a few methods on female characters he intended to win over.

After all, something had gone wrong with the Senju Clan's bloodline. Everyone had been infected with the terrifying Hashirama Cells virus.

Under such circumstances, aside from himself, who possessed "Grass Release," there was no one left who could shoulder the banner of reproduction.

So if one day things suddenly progressed to that point... it couldn't be helped.

And eggs couldn't all be placed in one basket.

He couldn't only seek out one girl for reproduction, either.

For the sake of the Senju Clan, he had no choice but to build a harem.

Jueming sighed inwardly, feeling the weight on his shoulders grow even heavier.

His most urgent task was to farm Natsu Hyuga first.

"Then let's see whether you have what it takes to defeat me!"

Natsu Hyuga shouted and charged forward.

"Gentle Fist!"

"Her movement speed isn't slow."

Watching the scene, Jueming thought to himself.

"Her attack speed is faster than mine, too."

Jueming had confirmed that earlier in Taijutsu class, when Natsu Hyuga fought Ebisu.

"But unfortunately..."

Jueming clenched his fists and curled his toes.

His arms and legs immediately made faint cracking sounds.

He had continuously farmed Rin Nohara and Uzuki Yugao, and had practically stripped Anko Mitarashi bare.

"The strength in my kidneys and limbs has already reached an incredibly formidable level."

Hard work was never wasted.

His past experiences had become nourishment for his growth, forging the person he was today.

"Ninja Body Palm!"

The essence of this technique was changing the fists of Ninja Body Fist into palms.

Ninja Body Fist had a dozen or so movements in total.

Then Natsu Hyuga... how many palms could her Gentle Fist Art: Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms strike? Four? Or eight?

Facing the charging Natsu Hyuga.

Jueming's fists shot forth like raging dragons, carrying a howling gust of wind.

Two muffled bangs rang out.

A pair of iron fists collided with blue Chakra vortices.

"..."

Jueming's eyes widened slightly.

Natsu Hyuga's arms were clearly pale and slender.

Yet after she released Chakra from her palms, she could actually block his attacks?

"Very good."

Jueming nodded.

"I hereby name you the strongest taijutsu user among this year's girls. But... my Senju Clan is still Konoha's greatest clan!"

Natsu Hyuga: "..."

Mito Uzumaki: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Upon hearing Jueming's words.

Natsu Hyuga nearly failed to catch her breath.

Meanwhile, Mito Uzumaki inexplicably thought of someone.

"You..."

Natsu Hyuga thought for a long time, yet could not come up with a word to describe Senju Jueming.

After all, the insults in this world were rather hollow and dull.

They were either "idiot" or "shut up."

Seeing that his trash talk had successfully disrupted Natsu Hyuga.

Jueming's eyes lit up. "Good opportunity."

Bang! Bang!

He struck with two palms, forcing Natsu Hyuga back several steps.

"With my current strength, those two palms could break an ordinary adult's skull. But when they hit the Gentle Fist, it feels like striking iron."

Seeing this.

Jueming immediately pressed forward.

Natsu Hyuga, having recovered her senses, also thrust out both palms.

"Eight Trigrams Two Palms!"

Blue Chakra vortices once more surged from her palms.

Bang! Bang!

Neither side gave ground.

"Eight Trigrams Four Palms!"

In an instant, Natsu Hyuga struck out with four consecutive palms.

It was as though her arms had attacked four times simultaneously.

"Good!"

Relying on his astonishing physical fitness and combat experience, Jueming countered with four palms.

Bang bang bang bang!

A series of explosive impacts echoed across the rooftop.

Watching from below, everyone was left dumbfounded.

They imagined themselves in Jueming's place and realized they could not have done any better.

"He's actually using taijutsu to face the Gentle Fist head-on..."

"Unbelievable."

By the common knowledge of the Ninja World.

No one could use taijutsu to contend with the Hyuga Clan.

Though the Hyuga Clan's Eight Trigrams Palms was called the "Gentle Fist."

That did not mean it was entirely gentle in the literal sense.

It was said that... when the Hyuga Clan's top experts struck with a palm, the earth shook and mountains trembled. Even small hills could be shattered.

That proved that regardless of its principles, its destructive power could not be underestimated.