"What... was that?"
At the edge of the training ground, everyone's minds were buzzing.
They stared in disbelief at the flames still rolling in the distance, then turned back to Hyuga Makoto and Jiraiya standing behind them.
The next moment, their breathing grew heavy, and the looks in their eyes slowly changed!
"Divine Sky Strike?"
"This is the Divine Sky Strike that Lord Makoto has been researching all this time!"
"No wonder he could defeat the Fourth Raikage. No wonder Lord Makoto kept researching it..."
"This is the power of the Hyuga!"
The Hyuga Clan were the first to lose their composure, their gazes seeming to blaze with flames.
That fanatical emotion seemed capable of devouring everything!
It was simply too hard for them not to be excited, not to be fervent, because Hyuga Makoto had brought them far too many changes.
There was no need to mention the freedom he had given them. That had long been buried deep in their hearts, something they would never forget.
And at the very foundation of combat, Hyuga Makoto had erected a monument for them!
"Although the Gentle Fist is the foundation of the Hyuga, there is something even more powerful above it. This is the Divine Sky Strike!"
The Hyuga Clan members clenched their fists, utterly exhilarated.
Though they were usually rather low-key, even when the Konoha rabble cursed them as freaks with Byakugan, they would not easily lose their tempers.
But as a clan with a dōjutsu Kekkei Genkai, how could they possibly lack their own pride?
Yet although the Gentle Fist was powerful, it seemed to reach only a certain limit.
It was as though their upper limit had been locked in place, making a breakthrough impossible.
Even though Hyuga Makoto had brought them new methods, for those who