"Heiya!"
With a roar, the giant tree in the courtyard, thick enough for two people to embrace, was broken in half.
It was hard to believe that this was smashed by the fist of a six-year-old girl.
Senju's Super Strength.
This technique looks simple but is actually very complex.
As is well known, force is reciprocal; if it were merely precise Chakra control, gathered and applied to the hands and feet for release, it would be far from capable of this level of destructive power.
The returning impact force alone would be enough to shatter the practitioner's arm.
It also involves the application of Medical Ninjutsu.
It is a very high-level Ninjutsu.
On the veranda under the eaves, a kind and gentle-faced woman dotingly watched her granddaughter's training.
She was the wife of the First Hokage, the First Nine-Tails Jinchuriki, Uzumaki Mito.
She is currently Konoha's strongest hidden force.
Although she rarely made a move in her life.
After taking a sip of tea, Mito said, "Little Tsunade, don't overwork yourself. Come have some water."
"No need, Mito!"
Without turning her head, Tsunade flatly refused, continuing her training, strengthening her Chakra control, and steadily advancing her progress with each punch.
"You child, really. The trees in the courtyard aren't enough for you to wreck? Come and rest."
"What do you mean, Grandma? There are plenty of trees like this in the forest!"
Though she said that, Tsunade still punched the air. Due to the special nature of her Taijutsu, training equipment was indeed not enough for her to destroy. She only punched wooden stakes to verify her progress when she felt an improvement.
"I haven't seen you train so hard before. Did something happen?" Mito asked.
Tsunade gritted her teeth, said nothing, and just continued to sweat profusely.
Seeing her granddaughter remain silent, Mito smiled and said, "Tell Grandma, and Grandma will help you."
In Mito's view, Tsunade inherited the powerful Chakra and tenacious vitality of the Senju and Uzumaki Clan, and at this stage, she would definitely have no opponent in the Ninja Academy.
Her talent was top-tier, especially in Medical Ninjutsu and Taijutsu, surpassing her grandfather Hashirama.
Not to mention at the same age, even Hashirama's Super Strength in his lifetime was only at Tsunade's current level; he himself relied on his formidable physical talent to throw punches.
And for Tsunade to be so motivated to train hard, she must have encountered an opponent her age.
Hearing this, Tsunade stopped punching. After a while, she said with a wronged expression, "No matter how I think about it, I can't beat her. With just Taijutsu, I have absolutely no chance of winning. Grandma, you won't let me learn Ninjutsu. If I knew Fire Release, I wouldn't have been so embarrassed."
"Tsunade, in a person's life, mastering just one thing is already very impressive. Coveting other Ninjutsu is not suitable for you," Mito said.
"Grandma! Whatever about that! You said you'd help me, so teach me Ninjutsu that can defeat her!"
"You haven't even said her name yet."
"Miki, Yume Miji!"
"Aburame Clan?" Mito seemed a bit puzzled and said, "Did she use Flamebug?"
"What's that?" Tsunade looked even more confused and said, "Grandma, are you getting senile? It's called Insects!"
"I'm not senile. If it were Flamebug, Fire Release wouldn't be much use either," Mito said.
The Third Hokage hadn't seen those old guys from the Sengoku era make a move, but Mito knew how terrifying they were.
"How can that be? Then I can't win at all!!!" Tsunade looked disappointed.
"How can you not win?" Mito stood up and said, "Tsunade, wait a moment."
She turned and went into the house. A moment later, she came out with two large scrolls.
"These are all left to you by your grandfather." Mito's eyes were full of nostalgia.
"What kind of scrolls are they?"
"Summoning Technique." Mito smiled, "With these two techniques, it'll be hard to lose."
"Grandma is the best!" Tsunade cheered, hugging the two large scrolls that were as tall as her.
"How do I use them, Grandma?"
"Drip blood and press your finger print, then you can quickly practice." Mito said gently, "Are you satisfied now?"
"Mhm!" Tsunade nodded repeatedly, her eyes sparkling and glowing.
She couldn't wait.
In the Hyuga Clan compound, compared to Tsunade's vigorous training, Hitomi's movements were much smaller. A normal wooden stake was enough for her to hit for a long time.
"Not enough!"
"Absolutely not enough!"
Her hands, wrapped in bandages, were already stained with Bloodline Limit marks.
The wooden stake rattled from the blows.
But Hyuga Hitomi remained tireless. She didn't have the convenient conditions of Tsunade, who could use Medical Ninjutsu to accelerate wound healing.
She could only wait for them to scar and heal naturally, leaving her hands full of proof of her efforts.
"Young Miss." The branch family maid beside her said with a pained expression, "The Young Miss has been like this for a while now."
Beside her, a man full of the weariness of age, entering his golden years, gazed at Hitomi.
He was Hyuga No Tenjin, but that wasn't his name. His real name hadn't been called in a very long time. As one of Konoha's founders, a legendary figure rumored to be on par with Uchiha Madara and Senju Hashirama, he was the previous head of the Hyuga Main Family.
He was also Hitomi's father.
Hitomi's older brother was already the clan head; Hitomi was simply born at the wrong time and into the wrong family.
At this moment, Ichizoku walked and stood in front of Hitomi.
Seeing her father, Hitomi stopped her movements, lowering her head without a word.
They didn't seem like father and daughter at all, but rather like Main Family and Branch Family.
"Do you want to dance?" Ichizoku asked.
Hyuga Hitomi didn't answer, clenching her small fists.
"Only geniuses are qualified to dance in this world. You are not, and neither am I."
Silence.
"If you don't even dare to answer me, what's the point of working hard?"
"Why not accept your fate, peacefully become someone's bride, a mother, and then die peacefully."
"You should know that sometimes, dying peacefully is a luxury."
"Why not accept it?"
"This level of resistance is too weak."
"You can't fly like a bird and dance."
"You are too small and weak."
"What's wrong with staying in a cage?"
"Even if you can get out of the cage, what then? It's just a bigger cage."
"And there are strong winds and heavy rains, and all sorts of ill-intentioned beasts."
"I'm not afraid," Hitomi said in a low voice.
"What did you say?" Ichizoku asked.
"I'm not afraid!!!" Hitomi shouted loudly, "I will fly away! Fly far, far away! In the sky, even higher! I will never stay in a cage!!! No matter the strong winds or heavy rains! No one will stop me!!!"
"Is that so?" the man said. The next second, he silently activated his Byakugan.
Byakugan. Pressure.
Without any visible movement, an immense pressure rose from thin air and heavily struck Hitomi.
Stumbling, Hitomi was forced to her knees on the ground.
"How unsightly. What good is your fearlessness? The Ninja World ultimately speaks through strength."
Pressed to the ground, Hitomi gnashed her teeth, stubbornly resisting, constantly trying to get back up.
"Compared to monsters, you are too ordinary, my daughter."
"Shut up!" Hitomi growled.
All her bones were creaking.
"Shut up! I'll fly up for you to see! Don't keep looking down on me!!!"
Growling, Hitomi suddenly exerted force, then with a 'crack', a bone broke. In extreme pain, Hitomi awkwardly collapsed onto the ground.
She was covered in dirt and grass clippings.
"So-called desperate effort is nothing more than this. Ridiculous."
With that, the man deactivated his technique, turned, and left.
"I told you not to look down on me!!!"
Behind him, Hitomi, with several broken bones, stubbornly climbed back up and roared at her father's retreating back.
His footsteps paused.
The man said, "Then let me see. How far can you fly?"
At the same time, a Ninjutsu scroll seemed to accidentally fall from him.
As the man walked further away, the maid beside Hitomi finally dared to step forward and support her.
But by this time, Hitomi in her arms had already fainted from the pain.
The maid picked up the scroll, hesitated for a moment out of curiosity, and opened it to look.
After just one glance, she immediately closed the scroll.
This was not something she was allowed to see.
Secret Transmission. Gentle Fist Art.
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