Ninja Art Speculation

Gentle Fist...

She had indeed mastered the basics of the Gentle Fist.

However, there was a chasm between "learning" and "mastering" that she had yet to truly cross.

The difficulty of that training far exceeded what an ordinary person could imagine.

Not to mention applying it in actual combat. Once faced with a real opponent, the focus she maintained on the training grounds would vanish, leaving her flustered and clumsy.

"We shouldn't be able to strike the acupoints directly, right?" Akimichi Denji stepped in appropriately to smooth things over.

Hyuga Hinata cast a grateful look toward Akimichi Denji.

"Correct. Precisely because of that, the vital organs inside the body—soft and lacking the protection of bone—are both the source of our explosive power and our most fatal weaknesses in battle! They are the core targets for our ninja tool throwing and taijutsu strikes."

He pointed to the location of the kidneys: "For example, here, the kidneys. They don't just filter blood; they secrete critical hormones during combat stress, allowing us to react faster, hit harder, and dull our sense of pain! However, once they suffer a heavy blow and rupture..."

Iruka's voice dropped sharply, "Internal bleeding will lead to shock, organ failure, and even... death in a very short time!"

The pointer moved upward, precisely tapping the eyeball: "Take the eyes, for instance! Vision is how we perceive the battlefield, predict attacks, and launch ninjutsu! But they are also the most fragile. I don't think I need to elaborate on the consequences of losing them."

Master Sea Iruka's lecture sent ripples of increasing intensity through Akimichi Denji's mind.

He was not intimidated by the consequences of such destruction, but rather captivated by the essence of human potential and limitations contained within it.

The power of the human body... has its limits.

Whether it is the explosive power of muscles, the reaction speed of nerves, or the tolerance of organs, there exists a biological ceiling.

Yet, a bold idea, like a match struck in the darkness, instantly ignited his thoughts.

But what if... what if I could bypass these natural shackles?

What if I used chakra, or the panel, to actively intervene, to artificially catalyze, and to precisely promote the secretion of those hormones hidden within the body?

To make adrenaline surge like a volcano when needed?

To make neurotransmitters transmit at speeds that transcend limits?

No, this is not mere fantasy! Such precedents already exist in reality!

A sharp glint flashed in Denji's eyes. The Taotie Technique!

The essence of this Akimichi Secret Technique is to use chakra to forcibly elevate the stomach's digestive and absorptive capacity to an inhuman level!

It is just that its effects are primarily focused on digesting food rather than directly boosting immediate combat explosiveness, so it does not appear intuitive in battle.

The Multi-Size Technique is also essentially the use of chakra to stimulate muscle cells to gain strength that transcends the norm.

It is just that this crude "enhancement" comes with intense chakra consumption and a terrifying physical burden; the cost is high.

Akimichi Denji felt as if he had vaguely sensed something extraordinary.

Once his train of thought opened up, more evidence came flooding in.

The Inuzuka Clan's Beast Mimicry Ninjutsu! It uses secret techniques and chakra to perform directional, unnatural enhancements on the olfactory system, thereby creating top-tier sensory ninjas.

Even the extraordinary insight, copying, and predictive abilities of the Byakugan and Sharingan in their early stages—what are they in essence, if not a deep modification and enhancement via chakra?

It is just that the research difficulty for any ninjutsu capable of directly, efficiently, and safely enhancing the body's fundamental organs must be terrifyingly high. Each one is enough to become a core secret technique that a clan relies upon for survival and eternal inheritance! They are strictly guarded and never passed on.

However...

Akimichi Denji's gaze, as if drawn by a magnet, slowly shifted toward the interface deep within his consciousness that only he could see.

There, the number of Wish Points flickered quietly with a faint light.

An unprecedented, tempting possibility exploded in his mind!

I possess world-shaking wisdom!

The organ-enhancement secret techniques that others need to exhaust the efforts of several generations of their clans to explore...

For me, perhaps all it takes is enough "Wish Points"!

If this is possible, I can replace the title of "Professor of Ninjutsu."

It was the noon break, bathed in warm sunlight and the aroma of food.

The Ino-Shika-Cho quartet gathered together.

Hyuga Hinata ate her bento in small bites, her cheeks slightly flushed, occasionally stealing glances toward the direction of a certain red-haired figure.

On the other side, Naruto had sidled up next to Sasuke.

The classroom was filled with fragmented conversations, the sound of light chewing, and the unique, drowsy tranquility of the afternoon.

"Huh?!"

Uzumaki Naruto's exclamation shattered the peace.

"You're going to Denji's house after school too?" Uzumaki Naruto jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his blue eyes wide as he stared straight at Uchiha Sasuke, who sat beside him with an indifferent expression.

Sasuke didn't even lift his eyelids, giving a cold "Hmph" from his nose as a response.

"Is there no food at the Uchiha house? You're going to the Akimichi house to mooch off them too?"

"Idiot Naruto! Your house is the one with no food!" Haruno Sakura exploded instantly, throwing a heavy punch at Naruto's head without a second thought, roaring in a fit of rage, "Only someone like you, whose parents aren't home to cook, would think about mooching off others every single day, okay?!"

Naruto clutched the fresh, throbbing lump on his head, grimacing in pain as he shrank his neck back, looking utterly aggrieved.

Sasuke's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, and he cast a cold glance at Sakura—he was extremely repulsed by her lack of restraint and her habit of picking at others' scars.

He said slowly:

"I'll go this afternoon. My brother asked Denji to have us train together."

"Denji is coaching you?" Haruno Sakura questioned in shock.

Uzumaki Naruto nearly jumped up, saying incredulously, "How is that possible? Isn't Denji a dead-last student just like me?"

He seemed to recall something, scratched his head, and muttered in a low voice:

"Uh... although he did... narrowly beat me and you in that last spar..."

A few veins suddenly popped on his forehead, and his fists clenched tightly under the table; he felt that staying with these classmates who didn't know how to speak was simply a form of torture.

He squeezed an explanation through his teeth: "It's my brother's arrangement! Training together is just more efficient, that's all!"

The commotion here had long since attracted the others.

Yamanaka Ino, like a little fox sniffing out gossip, leaned over to Akimichi Denji, her beautiful eyes sparkling with curiosity:

"Is this true?"

Before Akimichi Denji could answer, Akimichi Choji, who had been burying his face in his food, swallowed what was in his mouth and nodded honestly, adding casually:

"Yeah, it's true. And the Hyuga Clan Head also asked my brother to let Hyuga Hinata train with him."

"Hyuga... Hinata?!" The smile on Ino's face froze instantly, and her voice rose an octave, filled with obvious astonishment.

Nara Shikamaru, sitting nearby, sighed inwardly and clutched his forehead in agony: "Oh no..."

He currently hated that the Nara clan didn't possess an Escape Jutsu.