Eight Trigrams Thirty-Two Palms

Early the next morning, Hyuga Seisen took the initiative to ask Hyuga Kaze to train him.

For now, Quincy abilities could not fully make up for his shortcomings in close combat, so he had to make up for them himself.

When father and son arrived at the village's public training grounds, many people were already there, sweating through their training.

Although many clan compounds had some basic training equipment, the space was limited and did not allow much room to move.

Therefore, more people still preferred the village training grounds.

The equipment here was complete and the grounds spacious. Moreover, seeing everyone around them training desperately created an intense atmosphere that made people more motivated.

The two stopped before a wooden post in a corner of the grounds.

However, Hyuga Seisen's attention was drawn to a training scene in another corner.

Two Uchiha!

The older Uchiha held three kunai between his fingers and casually tossed them into the air.

Immediately afterward, he threw another three kunai at even greater speed, precisely striking the tails of the falling kunai in midair.

Then three more, and another three.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The crisp sound of metal colliding rang out without end.

The kunai in the air continuously changed direction, tracing dazzling trajectories before all of them accurately embedded themselves in the backs of several targets!

A very standard Uchiha-Style Kunai Throwing Technique!

That was insanely flashy!

Seeing this, the younger Uchiha boy beside him immediately clapped and jumped about with pride and delight.

Hyuga Kaze walked over to his son and followed his gaze.

"Using the Sharingan's extraordinary perception to accurately strike specific points on the kunai in midair, thereby changing their flight paths."

He looked at the distant Uchiha and commented calmly:

"But you don't need to envy them. In terms of pure perception, the Byakugan surpasses the Sharingan. With a few tricks, the Byakugan can do this as well."

"Watch closely!"

As he spoke, Hyuga Kaze took out a handful of kunai as Hyuga Seisen watched in surprise.

He likewise tossed the kunai into the air, copying the technique.

Then he swiftly threw a second, then a third... The kunai collided and changed direction repeatedly in midair. Although their trajectories were not as flashy and elegant as the Uchiha's, they ultimately embedded themselves just as accurately in the back of the wooden post!

Seeing Hyuga Seisen's astonished expression,

Hyuga Kaze looked pleased with himself. "When I was young, I figured this out myself after seeing an Uchiha classmate use this technique."

"Although I can't make it look as elegant as the Uchiha do, that's because I'm not proficient with this technique, not because the Byakugan's perception is inferior to the Sharingan's."

He turned around, his expression becoming serious again, and patted his son's shoulder.

"But these things are merely the icing on the cake. We possess the Byakugan, and Gentle Fist is our most solid foundation."

"As long as you thoroughly master Gentle Fist, becoming a special jonin in the future will be no problem. Even if your talent is lacking, becoming a chunin like your old man will still be possible."

Hyuga Seisen nodded.

Hyuga Kaze was right about that.

Although Gentle Fist did not have a high ceiling, its floor was not low either. It held considerable advantages among genin, chunin, and even jonin.

But once one surpassed jonin and reached the Kage level, such a single method was no longer enough.

Enormous summoned beasts, Susanoo, large-scale ninjutsu—regardless of which one it was, it was hard to imagine Gentle Fist being of much use against them.

Unless one could train to the level of Kaguya's Eighty Gods Vacuum Attack.

Otherwise, no matter how talented one was, the ceiling was that of an elite jonin.

Seeing that Hyuga Seisen had taken his words to heart, Hyuga Kaze began explaining Gentle Fist.

"The core of Pressure Point Striking lies in forming your own chakra into needle-like force, then striking it through the opponent's Chakra Points and into their body, damaging their chakra network system or internal organs, thereby instantly paralyzing them or causing them to lose their fighting ability."

"But how can you touch the opponent's Chakra Points in the simplest way possible during battle? That is the problem Gentle Fist must solve."

"And Gentle Fist has been passed down through the Hyuga Clan for generations, continuously refined over countless years."

"The core problem it solves is this: how to accurately touch those vital Chakra Points in fierce, rapid combat using the simplest and most effective methods."

Hyuga Kaze wore a grave expression. "From the most fundamental Basic Gentle Fist to the Main House's secret Twin Lion Fists, the ultimate purpose is always to damage the opponent's chakra network and internal organs."

"The most profound technique that we of the Branch House can learn is the Eight Trigrams Thirty-Two Palms."

At this point, Hyuga Kaze took a deep breath and slowly assumed a stance in the training grounds, beginning to demonstrate the Eight Trigrams Thirty-Two Palms move by move.

His movements were steady and fluid. Every palm strike carried condensed chakra, and the wind from his palms howled with precise, powerful destructive force.

Hyuga Seisen held his breath and watched carefully.

The original owner truly had not possessed much aptitude for learning. After years of training, he had only barely entered the basics of Pressure Point Striking, while all other Gentle Fist techniques remained a bewildering blur to him.

But this time, relying on his abnormally powerful spiritual energy and perception after transmigrating,

he could clearly grasp the force behind every one of Hyuga Kaze's palm strikes, the subtle flow of chakra, and the precise coordination of his footwork.

He absorbed this knowledge frantically, and his body even began to imitate the movements on its own as he followed along.

Hyuga Kaze demonstrated the Eight Trigrams Thirty-Two Palms again and again, while Hyuga Seisen focused intently and copied him again and again.

After several rounds of demonstration, Hyuga Kaze withdrew his stance and asked:

"How was it? How much do you remember?"

Hyuga Seisen pondered for a moment, seemingly savoring every detail he had just seen.

"I seem to remember all the moves, but it also feels like... I haven't truly remembered any of them."

"The greatest taboo in martial arts is rote memorization. The key lies in understanding its intent and applying it flexibly."

Hyuga Kaze nodded approvingly, then his tone became somewhat complicated. "I said earlier that the Branch House can only learn the Thirty-Two Palms. In truth, it is a weakened version of the Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms."

"However, if someone renders service to the clan, the Main House will also grant them the remaining thirty-two palms."

His voice lowered, carrying a trace of barely perceptible helplessness and caution.

"Your old man once had the opportunity to learn the Sixty-Four Palms. Once you learn the Thirty-Two Palms, I'll find a chance to... perform the Sixty-Four Palms once for you to watch."

He deliberately emphasized the words "for you to watch." "Remember, I'll perform it for you to watch, not teach it to you."

"The Main House's secret techniques are strictly forbidden from being passed on privately."

Hearing this, Hyuga Seisen raised an eyebrow without showing any emotion.

Dividing what should have been a shared clan inheritance into rewards was truly a clever move by the Main House.

He silently mocked them in his heart. And judging by how cautious his father was, that reward was probably a "one-time" privilege as well, strictly forbidden from being passed down to descendants.

However, now was not the time to dwell on that. He would learn it first and worry about the rest later.

For the rest of the day, Hyuga Seisen immersed himself in dull yet fulfilling training until evening came.

At last, heaven rewarded diligence, and he received Favor.

[You trained diligently and received Favor]
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