Magneto of the Hyuga family

Fujino Daikichi took a deep breath, cleared his mind of distracting thoughts, and called out the names of the two students.

""Little Junmiko vs. Kamikawa Yuto, start!"

After forming the seal of opposition, the two began a fierce physical battle, and the sound of flesh collisions echoed in the playground.

Fujino Daikichi nodded slightly. When most students had not learned ninjutsu, the battle at this stage mainly relied on physical skills and shuriken throwing. The basics of these two students were pretty good among civilians.

After a while, Kamikawa Yuto pressed the kunai in his hand against Little Junmiko's neck.

""Ueto Kamikawa wins."

Fujino Daikichi nodded and announced the result of the test. Hinata Satoru watched quietly beside him. He didn't know his specific strength, but thinking of the battle with Uchiha Rin last night,

Fujino Daikichi announced the next battle.

"Hyuga Iroha vs. Yamashiro Aoki."

After hearing this, there was a commotion around.

"It's Iroha! Yamashiro Aoki is in trouble"

"Yes, after all, he is a genuine Hyuga ninja, not a fake one."

Yamashiro Aoki was stunned when he heard his name, and could only walk up to him.

He had no hope of defeating Hyuga Iroha. After all, in the class, Iroha was the second-tier genius after Kakashi and Uchiha Rin.

Sure enough, the battle just started, and Yamashiro Aoki was completely at a disadvantage. Hyuga Iroha opened his Byakugan and attacked him ruthlessly. He hit him on the chest with a palm, causing him to fly backwards heavily.

"Is that the soft fist? So cool!"

"Yes! I couldn't see clearly at all, and I defeated the opponent in an instant!"

Struggling to get up from the ground, Yamashiro Aoki felt a sharp pain in his chest, and the flow of chakra became stiff and condensed.

"Is this the power of the soft fist?"

He covered his chest, gasping and looking at Iroha in shock. Although he knew he would lose, this was too fast.

"Of course."Iroha was obviously quite pleased, and raised his head slightly,"The power of the Gentle Fist is unquestionable, and not everyone in Hyuga can master it."

Sensing that there was something behind Iroha's words, Hyuga Satoru raised his eyebrows disdainfully. At the current stage, Iroha, who has the Byakugan and the Gentle Fist, does have a great advantage over ordinary ninjas.

But in the later stages, the disadvantages of the Gentle Fist and the Byakugan are obvious, and the upper limit is too low. The Sharingan has Gundam, and other bloodline limits also have a lot of ability to compete with the Kage.

Only the Gentle Fist is neither high nor low.

Is it strong?

It is strong.

But that's it. The point is that the Hyuga clan is self-contained, rigidly following traditions, never innovating, and developing new abilities , such a huge Hyuga family can't find a Kage-level strongman!

This is also the reason why Hyuga Satoru doesn't like to have too much contact with the family ninjas. The path he wants to take is destined to be different from that of Hyuga.

Fujino Daikichi called out several names one after another. Hyuga Satoru saw Kakashi's fight, which was smooth and flowing. He defeated his opponents cleanly with physical skills alone, which was even better than Iroha. He is worthy of being the first genius of this class.

Hyuga Satoru secretly praised that under the guidance of Hatake Sakumo, Kakashi has left his classmates behind by more than one level.

"Based on Kakashi's current chakra volume, my chakra volume is about 1.2 kcal. The strong biomagnetic field gives me a lot of advantages in chakra volume."

Just as Hinata Satoru was thinking, a voice broke his thoughts.

"Hinata Satoru vs. Hinata Iroha!"

Hinata Satoru raised his head and saw Iroha looking at him coldly.

"Wow! It's actually a battle between two Hyuga. It's going to be interesting."

"Who do you think will win?"

"Of course it's Iroha! Hinata Satoru is always slacking off, and I've never seen him take it seriously, so how could he possibly beat Iroha?"

Beside him, Hongdou anxiously tugged at the corner of Hinata Satoru's clothes.

"Hey, Wu, don't be so stubborn. If you can't win, just admit defeat. It's not shameful. It's shameful to get hurt."

Hinata Wu rolled his eyes at her.

"Do you have so little confidence in me?"

In the crowd, Uchiha Rin's eyes flashed, and she locked her eyes on Hinata Satoru.

Unlike the boos of others, she knew that Hinata Satoru had been hiding his abilities!

The two came to the playground and made a seal of opposition.

Hinata Iroha looked unfriendly and said,"Hinata Satoru, I remember that you seem to have never practiced soft fist in the family's training ground. I will tell you, Hinata……"

"You'll know after you beat him." Hinata Satoru interrupted him directly.

Iroha's face darkened, and he made a seal and said in a low voice:"Baiyan, open!"

The veins like earthworms bulged hideously beside his eyelids, and his pure white eyes stared at Hinata Satoru.

"Aren't you going to roll your eyes?"

"No need."

Hinata Satoru shrugged.

"Arrogant!"

Iroha's face was unfriendly as he struck out with a palm wrapped in a strong wind.

Hinata Satoru just slightly turned sideways and dodged the opponent's attack.

"Luck?"Iroha frowned.

He struck out again, with even more fierceness. However, to Iroha's surprise, he struck out again.

"How come you are so fast?"

Iroha was shocked.

Even if he was slow, he realized that Hinata Satoru dodged his attack by relying on his physical reaction speed.

""It's okay!" Hinata Satoru said. His daily practice of fishing and mining has made his physical fitness far beyond his peers. In addition, while dodging, he used electric current to stimulate his muscles to contract quickly.

In his eyes, Iroha's attack was like slow motion.

The contempt in his eyes was gone, replaced by a solemn look. Hinata Iroha said in a deep voice:"Hinata Satoru, I admit that you surprised me a lot, but can you dodge the next move?"

"Oh?" Hinata Satoru raised his eyebrows.

""Soft fist... Eight trigrams... Thirty-two palms!"

With a strange posture, Iroha was full of energy, and his hands attacked like crazy like flowing water.

Quickly dodging Iroha's attack, Hinata Satoru's face showed a hint of surprise. Generally, only Genin can master the Eight trigrams Thirty-two palms. From this perspective, Iroha, who played a minor role in the original work, can be regarded as a genius.

After all, in the original work, he was already a Jonin when he met the prince. There was no mediocre person who could become a Jonin in Konoha. After figuring this out, Hinata Satoru exclaimed.

"Not bad."

This slight praise seemed to explode in Iroha's ears, causing him to blush and clench his teeth as he attacked.

"Bastard... How dare you humiliate me!"

Although he was angry, he was powerless. It was already his limit to barely maintain the Eight Diagrams Thirty-two Palms. By the time this set of soft fists was finished, he would probably be completely exhausted.

But if he stopped the attack now, he would inevitably reveal a flaw, allowing Hinata Satoru to seize the opportunity.

He thought he could defeat Hinata Satoru with this move, but he didn't expect that he would be caught in a difficult situation.

After dodging the soft fist again, Hinata Satoru slightly turned sideways, and his right palm flashed with lightning, and it was imprinted on Iroha's chest with lightning speed.

The blue arc at the intersection The explosion spread out in all directions, accompanied by a dull bang, and Iroha's body flew backwards heavily like a kite with a broken string.

There was a dead silence.

Hongdou was stunned.

Uchiha Rin's eyes flashed with a sharp light. Was it that trick?

She seemed to have returned to that night, when she was hit on the chest by Hinata Satoru and fell into the freezing water of the Nanga River.

Fujino Daikichi opened his mouth so wide that he could swallow an orange.

Iroha struggled to support his body. His chest felt as painful as if it was struck by lightning, and his muscles were paralyzed and trembling uncontrollably.

He wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, stared at Hinata Satoru, and said through gritted teeth

"Damn it! You have been playing me all along???"

He had never thought that the people of his race whom he had always despised were much stronger than him!

He had just boasted in the last battle, but now it was like a loud slap in the face, hitting him hard on the cheek.

The clown turned out to be me?