The atmosphere was tense before the clash.
Iruka's command broke the silence, and the two figures burst forward at once.
Naruto moved with astonishing speed. His hands blurred, his footwork was agile, and his strikes carried weight that kept pace with his momentum. Blow by blow, he drove Hyuga Neji back across the field. But Neji was no amateur.
Even while retreating, the Hyuga prodigy's expression remained calm. Seeing Naruto's growth, he allowed himself a faint smile.
"You think you can defeat me with mere Taijutsu? Keep dreaming. That's beyond your reach."
Naruto frowned. He could hardly believe such arrogance.
"Then open your eyes, Neji. Today I'll show you what real defeat means."
From the sidelines, Moyu observed quietly. Naruto's tone—sharp, defiant—reminded him of Sasuke for a moment. His spirit had hardened; the boy was no longer the reckless child he once taught.
As the fight intensified, Neji's palms glowed with the flowing rhythm of Gentle Fist, the Hyuga clan's signature style. Every motion was precise and lethal, a dance that struck directly at the body's chakra pathways.
Moyu folded his arms, his gaze narrowing.
Both fighters relied purely on Taijutsu, but in terms of technique, the Hyuga style held an inherent advantage. To anyone watching, it was clear—Neji's control was terrifyingly perfect.
"Damn," Moyu muttered. "At this rate, Naruto's chakra points will all be sealed. If that happens, he won't even be able to move, let alone fight."
Unable to sit still, Moyu spoke aloud, his voice cutting through the tension.
"Listen, my disciple. The Hyuga style targets your acupuncture points without you even noticing. If you get hit, your chakra will lock up. The only way to win is to disrupt his rhythm—restrain his fists before he touches you."
Naruto caught every word. His eyes narrowed, his expression sharpening with sudden understanding.
"So that's how your style works. Fine then—don't blame me when you taste despair."
He shifted his stance. Instead of matching Neji's flowing strikes with fists, Naruto switched entirely to kicks. His legs moved faster than the eye could follow, unpredictable and fierce.
Each kick broke through Neji's defenses, disrupting the perfect symmetry of Gentle Fist. The Hyuga prodigy faltered, his movements losing balance as Naruto pressed harder.
Under Moyu's direction, Naruto blended feints and counters, fists and kicks alternating in seamless rhythm. His unpredictable form shattered Neji's control.
Unable to read his movements, Neji's calm broke for the first time.
Every strike that landed carried not just force—but defiance.
A fist that rejected fate itself.
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