aircannonsinc Chapter 142 The Essence of Soft Fist
Chapter 142 The Essence of Soft Fist
Chapter 142 The Essence of Soft Fist
"Victory?"
Sosuke called out.
Hyuga Katsu did not respond.
Sousuke walked up to Hyuga Katsumi. He stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Hyuga Katsumi's eyes.
"You must remember this."
Sosuke pointed to his heart.
"You are Hyuga Masaru. You have a younger brother."
"Don't let power consume you."
Hyuga Masaru's eyes flickered slightly.
"younger brother----"
He repeated the word in a low voice.
"Yes. Yong."
That cold, divine aura receded somewhat. Human emotions regained their dominance.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
He struck a pose.
Soft Fist.
That is the foundation of the Hyuga clan.
He started boxing. His movements were slow and seemed weak and feeble.
But with his movements, the raging power of Kaguya and Senju within him was forcibly confined within the cage of his meridians.
"I see."
Hyuga Katsu opened his eyes.
His eyes were still cold, but now they held a newfound rationality.
"I will control it."
Zongsuke was surprised.
He had already prepared for the worst, in case Hyuga Katsumi lost control, he would use [Suppressant Type I] to forcibly intervene.
He was even mentally prepared to sacrifice this experimental subject.
After all, Misa Hayama possessed the bloodline of the Senju clan, and when she fused with Hashirama's cytokines, she was almost devoured by the instincts of the Divine Tree, nearly suffering a mental breakdown.
As for Hyuga Masaru, a branch family member of the Hyuga clan who had no Senju bloodline at all, his body was forcibly filled with Kaguya's bones and Senju's life force, both of which are notoriously corrosive.
Logically speaking, his mental state should have been more prone to collapse than Misa's.
But now, he has actually managed to suppress that mental imbalance that originated from the genetic level on his own?
"How did you do that?"
Sousuke walked up to Hyuga Katsumi, his snake-like left eye slightly contracting beneath his eyepatch as he carefully observed the flow of chakra within Katsumi's body.
There was no chaos, no rampage. It flowed obediently along specific meridian pathways.
"I have no idea."
Hyuga Katsutoshi put away his stance and looked at his hands.
These hands, encased in periosteum, still retain human warmth.
"Just now, when that feeling of indifference almost overwhelmed me—"
"I subconsciously performed a set of soft boxing."
"Gentle Fist?" Sousuke frowned.
"Yes."
Hinata Katsumi recalled that feeling.
"When we Hyuga clan practiced Gentle Fist, the elders always taught us: 'The mind should be as still as water, and the breath as thin as a wisp of smoke.'"
"The core of Gentle Fist lies not in the explosive power, but in the absolute control of chakra."
"Every flow of chakra must be precise to the millimeter, and must be completely subordinate to one's own will, without the slightest overflow."
"When I enter that state—"
"Those noisy sounds, those emotions that don't belong to me, are kept out."
Upon hearing this, Sosuke seemed to be deep in thought.
"Gentle Fist—"
People generally believe that the Gentle Fist is a killing technique that is combined with the White Eye and pressure point strikes.
However, for Byakugan, Gentle Fist is by no means the most suitable fighting style.
Logically, given the Byakugan's super long-range vision and X-ray vision, they should have developed a tactical system similar to modern snipers or long-range ninjutsu.
But why has the Hyuga clan steadfastly adhered to Gentle Fist for thousands of years?
Why is this kind of martial art, which requires close-quarters combat and is even somewhat "clumsy," regarded as the ultimate standard?
Because this is the instruction of our ancestors.
So, which ancestor established these rules that are worthy of being revered by later generations even after a thousand years?
It can only be—the very first ancestor, Ōtsutsuki Hamura!
Could it be that Gentle Fist was created by Hamura Otsutsuki?
This conjecture is bold, but logically it makes perfect sense.
Only in this way can we explain why Gentle Fist has remained the foundation of the Hyuga clan for thousands of years.
"So—what is the essence of Gentle Fist? It's definitely not just as simple as pressure point striking—"
Why is it that, despite being descendants of the Otsutsuki clan and both being families with eye techniques, the Hyuga clan, which has been passed down for a thousand years and is rigid, rarely produces examples like the Uchiha clan who go crazy due to emotional fluctuations?
Perhaps it's not simply because of the difference between the Byakugan and the Sharingan—there's also the Gentle Fist technique.
Gentle boxing may have incredible effects on stabilizing mental energy and strengthening one's will.
"Only in this way can we explain why Misa lost control, while Sei managed to stabilize."
"Although Misa has the bloodline of the Senju, her spirit is that of a mortal. She has never practiced Gentle Fist."
"interesting----"
Zongsuke was very excited.
"If this hypothesis holds true, then we have found a method, a method that can perfectly fuse the cells of the stalk."
He turned to look at the doorway.
"Kaori, go and invite Jonin Misa here."
"Yes." Kaori's voice came from the shadows.
Ten minutes later.
Misa Hayama entered the underground training ground.
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She is not in good condition.
Despite the suppression of the [Inhibitor Type I], her eyes still seemed somewhat unfocused.
Beneath her skin, a faint green halo could be seen flowing. That was the interstitial cells stirring.
This restlessness, originating from deep within her cells, was constantly tormenting her.
"Sousuke, is it time for your injection?"
Misa's voice sounded somewhat agitated. Her mental state had been severely eroded.
"No, I won't get the shot today."
Sousuke pointed to Hyuga Katsu in the center of the field.
"Today, you will learn Soft Fist from him."
"Gentle Fist?"
Misa glanced at Hyuga Katsumi.
"That's a closely guarded secret of the Hyuga clan, and besides, what's the point of practicing Gentle Fist if I don't have the Byakugan?"
"I'm not asking you to learn pressure point techniques to kill people—you'll find out once you try it." Sousuke smiled mysteriously.
Misa looked at Hinata Katsumi.
Just then, Hyuga Masaru turned his head.
Those pure white eyes looked coldly at Misa.
hum.
An invisible pressure came crashing down on me.
That wasn't murderous intent. It was a kind of stillness as heavy as a mountain.
The agitation in Misa's interstitial cells subsided for a moment.
"How is that possible—"
Mesa's pupils constricted slightly.
Hyuga Masaru didn't speak, but silently assumed the starting stance of Gentle Fist.
That posture was as steady as a mountain, yet it contained the rhythm of flowing water.
Just by looking at her, Misa felt the restlessness within her calm down again.
It's not an illusion.
"Give it a try."
Misa walked to Hyuga Katsumi's side.
"Katsu, teach her," Sosuke ordered.
"Yes."
Hyuga Masaru did not feel that this was a betrayal of his family. On the contrary, he had a vague feeling that he was touching some ultimate secret about bloodlines that even the main family did not know.
"Jonin Hayama, please follow my instructions."
"Breathe—adjust your center of gravity—"
"Don't use your muscles to exert force; instead, feel the flow of the meridians —"
"Imagine chakra as water, and your will as the riverbed. The water cannot overflow the riverbed, not even a single drop."
Training has begun.
At first, Misa found it very difficult to adapt.
She was used to the direct and forceful release of energy in the style of superhuman boxing. Making her practice this slow, even somewhat frustrating style of boxing made her extremely irritable.
Several times, she almost lost control of the chakra within her body and wanted to smash the floor with a punch.
My mind is in turmoil.
Hyuga Katsu pointed it out coldly.
He reached out and gently placed his hand on Misa's wrist, guiding it slightly.
Without using much force, he skillfully neutralized Misa's rampaging strength and pushed her back to her original position.
This is the essence of Soft Fist: using four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds, using order to combat chaos.
Misa gritted her teeth and forced herself to calm down.
She looked into Hinata Katsu's pure white eyes, which were devoid of any emotion.
In those eyes, she saw absolute rationality.
"I can do it too—"
Mesa closed her eyes.
She began to imitate. She no longer pursued the release of power, but rather the inward restraint of power.
He forcibly compressed the chakra that wanted to turn into tree branches and grow wildly back into the meridians.
Once, twice, a hundred times.
Sweat streamed down her face.
at last.
One hour later.
Misa's movements slowed down.
It's no longer the kind of slowness that trembles from repression, but a slowness that flows like clouds and water.
The burning sensation within her body miraculously subsided. The noisy auditory hallucinations in her mind also became faint.
"call----"
Misa breathed a sigh of relief.
She opened her eyes, and her gaze became much clearer.
"How are you feeling?" Sosuke came to her side.
"efficient."
Misa looked at her hands.
"That feeling of being out of control—it's gone."
"Although it hasn't been completely eradicated, I feel that as long as I keep practicing Soft Fist, it will get better and better."
She turned to look at Hinata Katsumi, her eyes filled with new respect.
"Thanks."
"No need."
Hyuga Katsutoshi put away his stance, standing like a statue.
"I was just carrying out Mr. Sosuke's mission."
Sosuke's suspicions were confirmed.
"really."
"Gentle Fist is not just a physical art. It seems to be a mental discipline used to tame chakra and maintain one's will."
Even if one cannot possess the same strong willpower and self-awareness as Hashirama Senju, practicing Gentle Fist can still help resist the erosion of the Divine Tree's will contained within Hashirama's cells.
Sosuke wrote it down in his notebook.
"Alright, today's experiment was a success."
He closed his notebook.
"Misa, from now on, you will come here every day and practice Gentle Fist with Sheng for an hour."
In exchange, I can waive the interest on your debt.
Misa smiled bitterly.
"What a petty and calculating businessman."
But she didn't refuse. Paying off the debt was a joke; it was to save her life.
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