Fujino Daiki took a deep breath, clearing his mind, and called out the names of two students.
"Shimizu Haruko vs. Kamikawa Yuuto, begin!"
After the hand seals were completed, the two students immediately engaged in a fierce battle. The sound of shuriken clashing with metal echoed across the training field.
Fujino Daiki nodded slightly. With most of the students still not proficient in ninjutsu, battles at this stage primarily relied on physical techniques and shuriken throwing. These two students had a solid foundation, especially among the civilian population.
Soon, Kamikawa Yuuto pressed a kunai against Shimizu Haruko's throat.
"Kamikawa Yuuto wins," Fujino Daiki announced, confirming the result of the assessment.
Hyuga Satoru, who had been silently observing, was quietly assessing his own strength. According to his own calculations, his basic control over Electromagnetic Force at LV1 made him far more capable than a regular genin. However, he lacked real combat experience.
Fujino Daiki called out the next battle.
"Hyuga Iroha vs. Yamashiro Aoki."
At the announcement, murmurs spread through the crowd.
"It's Iroha! Yamashiro Aoki is in for a tough time."
"Yeah, after all, she's a legitimate Hyuga ninja, not some fake like some others."
Yamashiro Aoki froze at the mention of his name and reluctantly stepped up. He had no hope of defeating Hyuga Iroha. After all, she was one of the top talents in the class, just below Uchiha Rin and Hatake Kakashi.
As expected, the battle barely began, and Yamashiro Aoki was completely overwhelmed. Hyuga Iroha, having activated her Byakugan, launched a vicious and precise strike. Her palm slammed into his chest, sending him crashing backward with great force.
"That's Gentle Fist? Impressive."
"Yeah! It's so fast, she defeated him in an instant!"
Struggling to get up, Yamashiro Aoki felt a sharp pain in his chest, the flow of his chakra becoming stiff and sluggish.
"Is this the power of Gentle Fist?" he muttered, clutching his chest, still gasping for air and staring in disbelief at Iroha. Though he knew he would lose, it happened so quickly.
"Of course," Iroha said, clearly satisfied, lifting her chin. "The power of Gentle Fist is undeniable. Not just anyone in the Hyuga clan can master it."
Hyuga Satoru raised an eyebrow. He could tell from her tone that she had other intentions behind her words. At this stage, with her Byakugan and Gentle Fist, Iroha definitely had a great advantage over regular ninjas.
But later on, the limitations of Gentle Fist and Byakugan would become painfully obvious. Their upper limits were too low. The Sharingan had advancements, and many other Kekkei Genkai could rival the power of the Shadows.
But Gentle Fist? It couldn't be upgraded much further, it was stuck in a low-tier state.
Strong? Yes. But only to a certain extent.
The real issue was the Hyuga clan's stagnation, stubbornly sticking to tradition without any innovation or exploration of new abilities. For such a large family, they couldn't even produce a shadow-level powerhouse!
That's also why Satoru didn't like interacting much with the family's ninjas. The path he was on was destined to be different from theirs.
Fujino Daiki called out a few more names, and Satoru watched Kakashi's battle. Kakashi's movements were smooth, using only his physical skills to defeat his opponent cleanly and efficiently—he was leagues ahead of Iroha.
No doubt, Kakashi was the top genius of this generation.
Satoru silently praised him. Under the guidance of Sakumo Hatake, Kakashi had already surpassed his peers by multiple levels.
"Given Kakashi's chakra capacity now, I estimate mine to be around 1.1 chakra units. My biological magnetic field gives me a significant advantage in chakra quantity," Satoru mused.
Just then, a voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Hyuga Satoru vs. Hyuga Iroha!"
Satoru looked up to see Iroha staring at him with a cold expression.
"Wow! A fight between two Hyugas? This is going to be interesting."
"Who do you think will win?"
"It has to be Iroha! Satoru barely pays attention in class. I've never seen him serious, there's no way he can beat Iroha."
Nearby, Akane tugged at Satoru's sleeve, a little anxious.
"Hey, Satoru, don't be stubborn and try to save face. If you can't win, just admit it. It's not shameful. It'd be worse if you get hurt."
Satoru gave her an exasperated look.
"Do you really not have any faith in me?"
In the crowd, Uchiha Rin was watching with keen interest, her eyes sharp as she studied Satoru.
The two stepped into the arena and completed the hand seals.
Iroha looked at Satoru with a grim expression. "Satoru, I remember you've never trained in the family's practice grounds. I'll tell you, Hyuga…"
"You'll find out after we fight," Satoru interrupted.
Iroha's face darkened. She quickly formed more seals and declared, "Byakugan, open!"
The veins around her eyes bulged and her pure white pupils locked onto Satoru.
"Aren't you going to activate your Byakugan?"
The Byakugan was easy to activate, almost everyone in the Hyuga clan could use it, so Iroha didn't doubt that Satoru had it.
"No need," Satoru shrugged.
"Arrogant!"
She struck with a powerful palm, and a fierce gust of wind followed. Her face was grim.
Satoru simply sidestepped and avoided her attack with ease.
"Was that luck?" Iroha furrowed her brows.
She launched another palm strike, even more fierce than the first. But to her surprise, it hit nothing.
"How are you so fast?" Iroha asked, stunned.
Even she, with her Byakugan, could tell that Satoru was dodging purely through his physical speed.
"Not bad," Satoru replied.
With his current level of Electromagnetic Force, though he couldn't yet apply it directly to his body, he could easily stimulate his muscles to contract rapidly with electrical currents.
During daily training, Satoru often used electrical currents to stimulate greater muscle contraction for better training results. Now, he was just applying it in battle.
The dismissiveness in his eyes faded, replaced by a more serious expression. Iroha spoke in a low voice, "Satoru, I admit, you've surprised me, but now I'm going to get serious."
"Oh?" Satoru raised an eyebrow.
"Gentle Fist… Bagua… Thirty-Two Palms!"
She adopted an unusual stance, her momentum rising as she launched a flurry of strikes, her hands moving like flowing water.
Satoru quickly sidestepped, surprised by the speed of her attacks. The Bagua Thirty-Two Palms was usually a technique for lower-level ninjas, so from this angle, Iroha was certainly a genius.
After all, in the original story, she was already a jōnin when she met the Prince, and there were no mediocre ninjas among the jōnin of Konoha. Realizing this, Satoru couldn't help but praise her.
"Not bad."
That slight compliment hit Iroha like an explosion, and her face flushed red as she gritted her teeth.
"Bastard… how dare you insult me!"
Her anger flared, but there was nothing she could do. She had already reached the limit of her Bagua Thirty-Two Palms, and after finishing this technique, she was sure her stamina would be exhausted.
As another strike came toward him, Satoru gently sidestepped and raised his right palm. A flash of lightning surged as his palm struck Iroha's inner thigh.
The blue electric arc exploded at the point of contact with a deep, thunderous crack. Iroha's body was sent flying backward like a kite with its string cut.
Silence.
Akane stared in shock.
Uchiha Rin's eyes gleamed with sharp interest, as expected…
Fujino Daiki's mouth hung open, almost able to fit an orange inside.
Iroha struggled to prop herself up, her chest stinging like a lightning strike. Her muscles uncontrollably spasmed.
She wiped the blood from her mouth and glared at Satoru, gritting her teeth.
"Is this Gentle Fist?"
"No," Satoru shrugged.
"It's Magnetic Storm Fist."
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