Eight Trigrams Thirty-Two Palms

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

The Quincy still could not fully make up for his close-combat shortcomings, so he needed to compensate in that area himself.

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

Although quite a few family compounds were equipped with simple training equipment, the space was limited, making it difficult to really cut loose.

As a result, more people preferred the village training grounds.

The facilities here were complete and the space was open. Moreover, seeing everyone around them training desperately together, that fervent atmosphere alone made people more motivated.

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

But 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.

Then, at an even faster speed, he threw another three kunai, precisely striking the tails of the falling kunai in midair.

Then three more, and another three.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The crisp sounds of metal striking metal rang out without end.

The kunai in the air constantly changed direction, tracing dazzling trajectories before finally all pinning themselves precisely into the backs of several targets!

A very standard Uchiha-Style Kunai Throwing Technique!

That was flashy as hell!

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

Hyuga Kaze walked to his son's side and followed his gaze.

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

Looking at the distant Uchiha, he calmly commented,

"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 too."

"Watch closely!"

As he spoke, Hyuga Kaze took out a handful of kunai under Hyuga Seisen's astonished gaze and, following the same method, tossed them into the air.

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

Seeing Hyuga Seisen's astonished expression,

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

"I can't do it as elegantly as the Uchiha, but that's because I'm not proficient in the technique, not because the Byakugan's perception is inferior to the Sharingan's."

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

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

"As long as you thoroughly master Gentle Fist, becoming a special jonin in the future is assured. Even if your talent is a little lacking, you can still make chunin like your old man."

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 major 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.

Huge summoned beasts, Susanoo, large-scale ninjutsu—no matter which it was, it was hard to imagine Gentle Fist having any effect against them.

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

Otherwise, no matter how talented one was, the limit would only be an elite jonin.

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

"The core of striking chakra points lies in forming your own chakra into needle-like force, driving it through the opponent's chakra points and into their body to destroy their chakra pathway system or internal organs, thereby instantly paralyzing them or depriving them of their fighting ability."

"But how can you touch the opponent's chakra points in the simplest way during battle? That is the problem Gentle Fist techniques are meant to solve."

"And Gentle Fist techniques have been passed down through the Hyuga Clan for generations, continuously refined over hundreds and thousands of years."

"The core problem they solve is this: how to accurately touch those crucial chakra points of an opponent in fierce, fast-paced combat using the simplest and most effective methods."

Hyuga Kaze looked solemn. "From the most fundamental Basic Gentle Fist to the main family's secret Twin Lion Fists, their ultimate purpose is the same: to destroy the opponent's chakra pathways and internal organs."

"The most profound technique that our branch family can learn in Gentle Fist is the Eight Trigrams Thirty-Two Palms."

At that, Hyuga Kaze took a deep breath and slowly assumed a stance in the training ground, 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 previous owner's learning ability had truly been poor. After years of training, he had only barely gotten started with the most basic "chakra point striking," while all other Gentle Fist techniques had remained utterly incomprehensible to him.

But this time, relying on his exceptionally 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 over and over, while Hyuga Seisen focused intently as he copied and practiced each repetition.

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, as if savoring every detail from before.

"I think I 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 is understanding their essence and applying them flexibly."

Hyuga Kaze nodded approvingly, then his tone became somewhat complicated. "I just said that the branch family can only learn the Thirty-Two Palms. In truth, it's a stripped-down version of the Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms."

"However, if one renders service to the clan, the main family will also bestow the remaining thirty-two palms."

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

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

He deliberately emphasized the words "for you to watch." "Remember, I'm performing it for you to watch, not teaching you."

"The main family's secret techniques are strictly forbidden from being passed on privately."

Hyuga Seisen raised an eyebrow without giving anything away.

Dividing what should have been a shared clan inheritance into rewards—what a clever tactic from the main family.

He silently grumbled to himself. And judging by how cautious his father was, this reward was probably "one-time only," strictly forbidden from being passed down to descendants.

But 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 tedious yet fulfilling training, all the way until evening.

At last, heaven rewarded diligence, and he received heaven's favor.

[You trained diligently and received a blessing]

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