ALL NOVEL Chapter 39: Chapter 39
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As soon as the fight began, Hyuga Momaru launched himself at Fujiwara Tetsuya, determined to neutralize any potential threat with sheer speed and precision. His plan was clear—strike hard and fast with his taijutsu before Tetsuya could react.
"So, it's the Gentle Fist, huh? This should be fun!"
The Hyuga clan's Gentle Fist was renowned, based on their Byakugan's ability to see the chakra pathways and target vital points with precision. While it shared some similarities with Tai Chi from his previous life, Gentle Fist relied more on the principle of using softness to overcome strength.
Tetsuya swiftly dodged the incoming attack, his hands moving just as quickly in response. A flicker of interest sparked in his eyes.
As the intense battle between him and Mamoru continued, Tetsuya found himself slowly absorbing the essence of the Hyuga clan's Gentle Fist. Each exchange of blows brought him closer to mastering its flow. His movements, while rough, began to mirror Mamoru's in form and execution.
"This kid… is he imitating the Gentle Fist of the Hyuga clan?"
In the stands, the elders of the Hyuga main family watched the scene unfold with growing unease.
"How dare he mimic our techniques?!" One elder muttered, his tone icy.
Although it was obvious that Tetsuya had only grasped the form without the depth, the fact that he dared to imitate the Hyuga clan's prized technique was enough to stir the audience. Since the founding of Konoha, no one had been bold enough to pull off such a stunt.
"Sit down, all of you!" a stern elder commanded. "Lord Hokage and the others are watching. Don't disgrace our clan!"
The scolded elders reluctantly complied, their eyes flicking over to Sarutobi Hiruzen's position in the arena. They could do nothing but wait in frustration, their cold glares fixed on Tetsuya.
"Fujiwara Tetsuya… still an arrogant, reckless brat."
"Is that really Gentle Fist?" Sarutobi Hiruzen muttered, his keen eyes studying the battle. "No, it can't be. Gentle Fist requires the Byakugan to be truly effective. That boy must have developed some taijutsu technique that resembles it."
As the strongest figure in Konoha, Hiruzen could immediately tell the differences between Tetsuya's movements and true Gentle Fist. However, that only intrigued him more.
"If this taijutsu could be combined with Tsunade's monstrous strength…" Hiruzen's eyes gleamed. He was already imagining the potential power such a combination could unleash.
"Not bad, Hiruzen," a voice interrupted his thoughts. "I want this kid for Root if possible."
Danzo, the leader of the Root, spoke up. At this point in time, Danzo was still in his prime—before the incident that would leave him disfigured. While his looks weren't as striking as Hiruzen's, he certainly surpassed Koharu Mitokado in appearance, carrying himself with a quiet intensity.
The Root was still in its early stages, not nearly as powerful or influential as it would become in a few decades. But Danzo was ambitious, and his organization was always hungry for talent.
Hiruzen's lips curled into a smile. "Forget it, Danzo. Anyone else is negotiable, but not this boy. I have plans for Fujiwara Tetsuya."
A boy who had already developed several powerful water-style techniques, including an A-rank lightning jutsu and a more advanced version of the Water Prison technique, was not someone Hiruzen was willing to hand over to the darkness of Root.
Talent like Tetsuya's didn't belong in the shadows.
Danzo sighed, scanning Hiruzen's profile from the corner of his eye. "If you have plans for him, I won't push it."
For now, he would let it go. Root needed Hiruzen's support for its operations, and Danzo wasn't about to risk that over one child. Konoha had no shortage of geniuses, after all.
"Even with all this talent, without something like the Byakugan, it's hard to fully unleash the power of Taichi techniques," Tetsuya thought, narrowly dodging another strike from Momaru. His muscles ached from the repeated blows he'd taken. Without the Byakugan's insight into chakra points, he was always at a disadvantage.
Letting out a frustrated sigh, Tetsuya leaped backward, putting some distance between them.
Standard transformation and clone jutsu were useless against someone with the Byakugan. The only way to win now was to face Momaru head-on.
"Alright, Momaru, no more holding back. Be ready." Tetsuya's voice rang out clear across the arena.
"Water Release: Water Fang Bullet!"
A torrent of water surged toward Momaru, who had barely a second to react. But Tetsuya was already on the move, drawing his short blade as he appeared beside his opponent in a flash.
"Konoha Sword Technique: Drop!"
"Eight Trigrams: Palm Rotation!"
Momaru's instincts kicked in. A cold sweat broke out as Tetsuya's blade came inches from his neck, but the Hyuga wasn't done yet. Without a moment's hesitation, Momaru activated his Rotation, spinning with blinding speed as chakra poured from his body, forming a defensive whirlpool.
Tetsuya's blade clashed against the spinning chakra with a resounding clang. The force of the Rotation sent him skidding back across the arena floor.
"So, this is Rotation," Tetsuya muttered, shaking his numb hand. The blade in his grip shuddered as if it was alive, protesting the impact.
It was no surprise the Hyuga clan held this technique in such high regard. The sheer power of it was enough to repel most direct attacks.
"That's right! This is the Hyuga clan's secret technique—Eight Trigrams: Rotation!" Momaru shouted, his voice brimming with confidence from within the barrier of his chakra.
"Fujiwara Tetsuya, surrender now! No matter how hard you try, you can't break through my absolute defense. The moment I mastered Rotation, the outcome of this battle was sealed!"
Tetsuya raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by Momaru's arrogance. Yet another person blinded by the privilege of their bloodline. He'd seen too many of them, both in this life and the last.
"You think that turtle shell of yours can hold me off forever?" Tetsuya scoffed, raising his blade again. "Even if you hide inside it, how long can your chakra last?"
The rhythmic clashing of his blade against Momaru's defense began again, each strike more deliberate than the last. Though the barrier held, Momaru's chakra depletion was becoming more obvious with each passing second.
"You're wrong, Momaru," Tetsuya called out over the sound of their clashing attacks. "The moment you started hiding in that shell, the result of this fight was already decided. You lack the courage to face me head-on. This fight is over. You're not worthy to be my opponent."
Momaru's face contorted with rage. The nerve of this brat, calling the Hyuga clan's secret technique a turtle shell—it was an insult to his clan, to his bloodline!
"Such audacity," Tsunade whispered, watching the fight from her seat as the audience's cheers roared around the stadium. While most of the spectators couldn't hear Tetsuya's taunts, those in the arena—especially Tsunade, who was the proctor for the match—could hear every word. Tetsuya was not only skilled but had the nerve to mock one of Konoha's most prestigious clans.
A small smile tugged at Tsunade's lips.
This kid… he was something else.
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