Hizashi's palm struck Nohibi's arm. The chakra unique to Gentle Fist instantly entered through a chakra point and cut off the flow of chakra in his arm.
The Hyuga excelled at close combat. Among ninja below Elite Jonin, opponents of equal rank found it especially hard to break free once a fight turned into a close-quarters struggle.
The kunai slipped from Nohibi's grasp as strength left his arm. Hizashi had no intention of holding back.
His Gentle Fist strikes landed one after another. Each crisp impact sent force through Nohibi's body and into his organs.
The anger in Uchiha Nohibi's eyes gave way to fear. He found he could not move at all. His mind was clear, and his Sharingan could follow Hizashi's movements, but his body would not respond.
"Aah!"
Nohibi roared, trying to draw out his hidden strength. It was useless. Hizashi held nothing back and finished with a palm strike to his chest.
Nohibi crashed to the ground. He tried to rise, only to collapse again. There was no strength in his body, and his eyes burned with resentment.
"Hmph. Gentle Fist has already injured your organs. You'd better not fight anyone for the next two days, or you'll make it worse."
"Hmph. Spare me the Hyuga's false concern."
"Dream on. You think I care about the Uchiha? I'm worried you'll die by accident and cause a dispute between our clans."
"You—"
Nohibi glared at Hizashi. Fury raged inside him, but there was nothing he could do. Gentle Fist had cut off most of the chakra flow through his body.
Hizashi took out a card bearing the names of the other nine members of their group. He crossed out Nohibi's name with a kunai, then turned toward the village.
"So much for the Uchiha."
Hizashi's muttered words