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Returning to the Hyuga Clan, the moment Fuyuki stepped through the door, he saw his old man, Hiashi, chasing after his elder sister, Hinata.

Fuyuki was already accustomed to this; Hinata was always hesitant whenever she sparred with clansmen, her Gentle Fist movements lacking crispness and decisiveness. Every night during extra training, Hinata was bound to be hammered by her father's Gentle Fist.

"Let go of Hinata! If you have a problem, come at me!"

Fuyuki tossed his school bag aside, strode into the indoor dojo, and challenged Hyuga Hiashi head-on.

He wasn't afraid of Hiashi in the slightest—if he had the guts, he could try to kill him!

He'd better think clearly before making a move; he was already over thirty, and if he injured the only one in the family who could carry on the lineage, it would be very difficult to produce another heir!

As the favored child, Fuyuki was always fearless.

With no elders watching in the dojo, Fuyuki didn't hold back at all. Utilizing the Insight Eye and X-Ray Vision inherent to the Byakugan, his Gentle Fist offensive was extremely sharp.

Every member of the Hyuga Clan had a slightly different Gentle Fist Technique, each possessing a distinct personal style.

Setting aside the Tenketsu strikes, Fuyuki's Gentle Fist focused on attacking the human meridians and internal organs. It prioritized lethality, completely devoid of any intention to merely restrain the enemy; every strike aimed for vital points and weaknesses, each one a lethal combo.

Having not sparred with Fuyuki for over half a year, Hiashi felt that Fuyuki's Gentle Fist style had undergone a massive change.

He had integrated many Strong Fist techniques into his Gentle Fist system, causing it to become sharp and fierce, with waves of attacks stronger than the last, losing the rounded smoothness of traditional Gentle Fist.

Hiashi did not oppose this change, because the basic Gentle Fist was too smooth; it was almost a near-perfect martial art capable of defending against all sudden accidents.

But it was precisely because it was too smooth that it limited the potential of the Gentle Fist Technique, making it appear a bit mediocre. Many Hyuga clansmen, upon reaching the level of Chunin, would begin to refine their own Gentle Fist to suit themselves, moving away from the mediocre "jack-of-all-trades" nature of the basic style.

As their fists and feet clashed once more, Hiashi raised a hand and pushed Fuyuki away, his tone flat: "It's almost dinner time. Go back, clean up, and get ready to eat in the dining hall."

"Huff..."

Fuyuki sat on the floor, gasping for air. For someone like Fuyuki who hadn't used Summoning Technique, half an hour of continuous, uninterrupted combat was still quite tough. If he were around ten years old, he reckoned he could force his old man to take him seriously.

The head of the Hyuga Clan, a prestigious family in the Ninja World, only had the strength of an Elite Jonin—how truly miserable.

At least for Fuyuki, who had seen the grand scale of the Fourth Great Ninja War, his old man's strength was truly lacking. If he used all his means—not counting calling upon his ancestor—he really had a way to nail an Elite Jonin into a coffin.

"Fuyuki, are you okay?"

The disheveled and pitiful-looking Hinata, seeing that the sparring between her younger brother and father had ended, immediately stepped forward to help Fuyuki up from the floor. She began to check his injuries and took out the Hyuga family's special ointment, preparing to apply it to him.

"You, really!"

Fuyuki sighed and reached out to pinch Hinata's slightly chubby cheeks: "Be more serious during training. It's not like there aren't medical ninjas in the clan. Every time you hesitate, Father gets disappointed in you, and once he's disappointed, you get a beating!"

Now that he was here—a younger brother who wasn't afraid of Hiashi—if Hiashi dared to pick on Hinata, he would push back. In the original timeline without him, Hinata would likely have been bullied to the point of sobbing by a father deeply disappointed in his daughter.

"Mm," Hinata nodded earnestly.

"If you agree, then do it. Tomorrow, the moment you step onto the field, use Air Palm to end the fight immediately so you don't have to do extra training!" Fuyuki said, speechless.

Hinata was like a quiet, beautiful woman; fighting really didn't suit her. Unfortunately, she was born into the Hyuga, one of the prestigious families of the Ninja World, and was the eldest daughter of the Main Branch.

Refusing Hinata's offer to apply the ointment, Fuyuki returned to the bathroom in the side courtyard to bathe. After scrubbing clean, he soaked in the Artificial Hot Spring and let out a long sigh of relief. He pressed his palms together to perform the Summoning Technique, casting his gaze toward the High-ranking Dark Spirit that had been wandering off to who knows where.

"Who's there? Come out!"

The moment Fuyuki's consciousness descended upon the High-ranking Dark Spirit, he immediately heard a cold, stern rebuke. Fuyuki opened his eyes to look at the person who had spoken, his heart skipping a beat. Why had the High-ranking Dark Spirit gone to track Uchiha Itachi? He had ordered it to go steal Uchiha Fire Release and Nara Clan secret techniques!

Itachi's expression darkened as he pulled several kunai from his ninja tool pouch and threw them toward the shadow of a tree at the corner.

He had vaguely sensed a trace of extremely strange chakra fluctuations hiding under that tree just a moment ago.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Three kunai pinned into the bluestone slab on the ground, but there was nothing unusual. However, Uchiha Itachi did not lower his guard; he trusted his perception implicitly. Something had definitely been hiding there just now!

"Hehehe..."

A strange, eerie laugh came from the tree. Itachi frowned as he looked at the black mist on the tree branch: "Who are you? Why are you following me?"

"Who I am is not important; what matters is..." The thick black mist began to dissipate, revealing the form of the High-ranking Dark Spirit hidden within: "Young Uchiha, do you want a Summoned Beast? I'm a self-delivered express package, guaranteed no extra shipping fees, free shipping, dear!"

Itachi turned and left with an expressionless face, having no desire to deal with this inexplicable creature.

He had thought it was someone from the Root Division, but it turned out to be a stray, ownerless Summoned Beast.

He already had his crow summons and ninja cats; he had no interest in a stray summon that recommended itself, radiated malice, and looked suspicious no matter how he viewed it.

"Nothing can stop it. Your self-righteousness has already pushed the Uchiha toward destruction, especially the 'truth' of Uchiha Shisui—it truly surprises me."

Hearing this, Itachi's footsteps paused. His Three-Tomoe Sharingan, red as blood, activated within his eyes as he stared at the creature sitting on the tree, one hand supporting its rabbit-like face, the corners of its mouth curling into a grin that looked like a smile but was filled with malice.

No matter what the High-ranking Dark Spirit did, even in simple speech, there was a bone-chilling coldness to it. It was like an entity filled with malice, making people uncomfortable.

In truth, this was a characteristic of Yin Release chakra; the High-ranking Dark Spirit couldn't control it itself. It was just its nature.

"What do you know!" Itachi said in a deep voice.

This Summoned Beast seemed to say nothing, appearing to be fishing for information as it spoke to him.

But through his Sharingan, Itachi could see that this malicious summon was laughing at him frantically.

"Sign the Summoning Contract, won't you? The kind that is peerless in assassination and intelligence gathering," the High-ranking Dark Spirit didn't answer Itachi's question, continuing to press the previous topic.

It wasn't the High-ranking Dark Spirit controlling its body right now; it was Fuyuki himself.

When his consciousness descended just now, his chakra had merged with the High-ranking Dark Spirit in its stealth state, causing its perfect concealment ability to develop a flaw, allowing Uchiha Itachi to instantly perceive the presence of a monitor nearby.

But it didn't matter. Since he had been discovered, Fuyuki simply started pitching his own summon.

This was part of Fuyuki's plan. Originally, the first contractor wasn't meant to be Uchiha Itachi, but Fuyuki suddenly felt that Uchiha Itachi himself was actually a pretty good candidate!

He didn't covet anything else from Itachi—he just coveted that massive pool of chakra!