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The Hyuga Clan's Gentle Fist—Eight Trigrams Palm Technique—was a style that pursued extreme speed and pinpoint accuracy.
Each strike targeted one of the body's acupoints—there were 32 major points in total.
So the basic form began with Eight Trigrams: Thirty-Two Palms. From that foundation, more advanced forms evolved: Sixty-Four Palms, One Hundred Twenty-Eight Palms…
Uchiha Ying had easily practiced his way up to the *Sixty-Four Palms* using the Gentle Fist techniques he'd learned from Hinata.
"It's pointless. Without the Byakugan's insight, the chakra from Gentle Fist can't strike a target's chakra network, much less seal the acupoints."
While fending off Kurenai's close-range attacks, Itachi coldly passed judgment on Ying's Gentle Fist.
*A miss by a hair is as good as a mile.* Without precise insight, it was just a showy dance.
"H-Hinata, is what he said true?"
Kurenai wasn't sure why Itachi wasn't using genjutsu or ninjutsu against her, but she couldn't worry about that now. Like her, the two students were all watching Ying's fight closely.
"Mm…"
Hinata nodded softly, acknowledging Itachi's assessment.
But her Byakugan could see everything.
Every palm Ying struck landed precisely on Kisame's chakra points.
Was Ying just insanely lucky… or was it possible that his eyes were actually—
*N-No, his irises are clearly black—how could they be Byakugan?*
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"It had no effect at all?"
Ying's sudden Eight Trigrams onslaught struck all over Kisame's body.
The barrage, as fierce as a rainstorm, forced him back repeatedly—yet failed to deal real damage.
"Such sharp Gentle Fist… Even the Hyuga I met during wartime weren't this skilled."
Kisame never expected a *Uchiha* to wield Gentle Fist—a technique only usable with the Byakugan—and even land pinpoint hits.
If not for his limited chakra absorption skill, which let him draw the chakra from those strikes to other parts of his body, he really might've gotten sealed.
"Maybe if you hit a little harder, I really *would* have my chakra points sealed."
Kisame smirked, regaining his footing.
He thrived on battle—the more chakra his enemy used, the stronger he became.
"Oh really?"
Ying didn't mind at all that his attack had no effect.
"But sealing your chakra wasn't my goal."
The barrage didn't just interrupt Kisame's hand signs—it also kept him too busy to notice the sword stuck in the ground nearby.
Now, the one closest to Samehada… was Ying.
"You think you can use *my* weapon against me?"
Seeing Ying casually pick up Samehada, Kisame didn't panic—instead, he let out a sinister chuckle.
Unlike other blades, Samehada had a will of its own. If someone other than its chosen wielder touched it, it would fight back.
So Kisame wasn't worried at all.
"Of course. Samehada is a fine blade—but now, it's mine."
Ying swung the heavy blade in the air a few times, testing its feel—and smiled.
He could guess what Kisame was thinking. But unfortunately for him…
After absorbing a piece of Kisame's genetic material earlier, Ying now possessed chakra with a similar scent—and knowledge of how to use Samehada.
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**Samehada: Flying Chain Slash!**
Ying flexed the hilt like a chain, sending the jagged sword snaking through the air toward Kisame.
"What the—!?"
Samehada… didn't resist?
It actually cooperated with him, lunging toward its original master?
Kisame's beady eyes widened in disbelief.
But just before the blade struck, Samehada abruptly halted midair.
*Zzz…*
One end of the chakra felt like its master. The other end… also felt like its master?
Samehada's already limited brain short-circuited in confusion.
"Come back."
Seeing the sword hesitate above Kisame's head, Ying sighed and called it back.
*So that's how it is…*
Even if he tricked Samehada into accepting him as master using Kisame's chakra signature, it still recognized Kisame too—so it refused to attack.
"This… This is a huge problem."
Watching Samehada lie obediently in Ying's hands, Kisame finally lost his composure.
Now he understood how Itachi must've felt earlier—his unbeatable Tsukuyomi had *no* effect on Ying either.
Half his combat ability came from Samehada. If he didn't get it back soon, he really might end up being shredded by his own blade one day.
*Water Style: Great Exploding Water Colliding Wave—*
"Wait, Kisame!"
Just as Kisame began forming hand signs, Itachi immediately called out to stop him.
"If you can't merge with Samehada, turning this place into an ocean won't help. Let me handle him."
Itachi had seen the playful expression on Ying's face.
Unlike earlier, when he interrupted Kisame's jutsu by force, now Ying seemed to *want* him to cast that Water Style.
Clearly a trap.
So Itachi quickly intervened.
"Tch… What sharp perception. No wonder you managed to wipe out your entire clan as a teenager."
Yes. Now that he had Kisame's powers, Ying could merge with Samehada too.
If Kisame flooded the battlefield… then everyone here would learn what a real *Tailed Beast without a Tail* looked like.
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"Itachi-san, you're planning to use *that* jutsu? But your body—"
Kisame didn't doubt Itachi's judgment. He was just surprised that his partner was about to go all-out.
"At this point, we have to end this quickly."
Itachi didn't care about Ying's mockery.
Even if he'd massacred the Uchiha Clan, it was all for Konoha.
"Each use harms my body, yes. But I'll at least show you the true power of the Mangekyō Sharingan."
Blood tears ran down Itachi's cheeks as a sinister chakra began to gather in his eyes—
**Amaterasu.**
**Heavenly Flames!**
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"Another eye technique!?"
Kurenai instantly felt the danger and turned toward Ying.
"What—what is that!?"
Black flames erupted on Ying's body.
"Ahh! Ah—ahhhh…"
Ying screamed in pain as the jet-black fire consumed him.
But just as quickly—he broke into a grin.
"Oops. Sorry. You're bleeding from the eyes. If I walked away unscathed, I'd feel kinda bad."
He pulled off his flaming shirt and tossed it aside—his skin completely untouched.
"That damn brat, making people worry again!"
Kurenai stared intently at Ying's now bare upper body, grumbling silently in her heart.
"How is this possible!?"
Itachi's Amaterasu had clearly hit the target—so why did it only burn his clothes?
And even if it *just* hit fabric, there's no way he should be unharmed.
No cloth could fully block *Amaterasu's* flames.
"I told you already. Your so-called 'proud Sharingan'... doesn't work on me."
"No… You must have used some special jutsu to avoid the damage!"
Itachi's voice remained calm—but his heart was in
chaos.
A *non-Sharingan Uchiha*… completely immune to his Mangekyō techniques?
*Cough, cough…*
Whether from his body's weakness or sheer anger, Itachi suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.
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