HYUUGA COMPOUND!

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The Hyuuga Compound is actually a conversion from of a large abandoned military base. Surrounded by a tall wall, thick forestry serves as ample training ground exclusive to the clan and its members, and in the middle, the Castle that defines the Hyuuga royalty as a whole. With the current Hokage's induction, he has chosen to the make the mansion his main grounds of operation outside of the Tower, and as such, can be found here within the premises.

Aside from the many forest-themed battlefields designed fro training, the compound hosts many dojo where the Hyuuga may refine the secrets of Jyuuken to their liking. Within the mansion exists many rooms for teaching, as well as wings for clan members to reside in. All in all, the compound is meant to nurture and provide growth for Konoha's beloved clan.

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A few rules for all visitors!

• Only Hyuuga may come and go as they please - all others must await at the compound gates for permission.
  
  
• All Hyuuga Scrolls can be found here, but are guarded 24/7 by armed NPC guard.
  
  
• Many NPC Hyuuga exist and can be used for RP purposes - contact a mod for more info!
  

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The day, it was beautiful, like a rare bird atop the branch of a mystical tree residing within paradise - perfect. Yet even in these shades of nature's perfection, man still found reason for hate and violence. They killed, they stole, they lied. And while we were all young, I was tired of being pulled around by my puppet strings to do man's bidding - this is why by Gentle Fist would be soft no more. There I stood, in the middle of the lush greenery that had been cultivated within the Compound, battling it out against the clansmen sent to train me. Although sudden, their devotion to my name was hard to get used to - not because I was Head, no, he was far too wise for me, but because I was Hokage.

I thrust my palm forward, silent and stoic as chakra rushed through my shoulder and into my arm. Gushing from out of my fingers, the slicers that had made my pretentious clan famous would be expelled now, pushing lightly into the shoulder of my shoulder and briefly causing discomfort before dissipating and fading away; he was blown back several feet, naturally. Yet even with my masterful dominance of the battlefield here, I couldn't help but feel like I lacked more. No - I knew I lacked more. This is why I was still out here, for my twenty-third hour, non-stop in my arduous quest for mastery of all that was the Gentle Fist.

I could see his body fly as I struck him, but for a moment, my body froze - it was the overexertion. Fading in an out of reality, I'd soon feel a sudden flooding of imagery take me over - they were memories of a recent past...

The day was gloomy, gray skies staining the firmaments above me, setting the tone for a rather depressing melody. However, while many hid at the prospect of rain I'd welcome it, out in the Compound's lush grasslands exercising the lesser than Gentle sides of my Jyuuken technique. Though young, I had managed to outdo many within my clan, a result which surprised many and angered many more. Talks of my prospective title as future head, but I, the unpopular black sheep of the clan, would never fit in to such a role - that was for the "princess" to entertain!

No...I was happy being a master of myself. I needed not the titles nor the responsibilities. I was not a fan of the way the clan handled its matters, and was definitely against some of the clan's most fundamental and core values - why, then, would they still murmur each time my palm thrust another man's body several meters in the air? I did not understand it at all.

Of course you can imagine how I felt when they came - when the messengers from the Village Council and the Daimyou of Hi no Kuni. It was like a dream, a blur in the past that was barely remembered in the presented. Hokage, they said. Grave dangers, Konohagakure, War - all of the keywords that would attract my attention. I considered myself not worthy of the title nor its responsibilities, but with the desperate picture they painted for me, I knew not what to say.

So I was the new Hokage, huh...?

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The young Genin shinobi traveled in what looked like a dark, ominous sky. Rain could have pelted him in the head at any point. Yet it managed to stay dry till his trip to the new compound was complete. He accepted the scenery. Or rather, he welcomed it, appreciated the truth in it's meaning. The world was no sunny place, where it was always nice and shining down. No, it was a dark, gloom of creation and destruction. It was truly the darker sides of people's souls, or of people's hearts. Some of them corrupt since they were given breath, while others were manipulated by those with titles that stated they were better than the common man. Tensa wondered about the new Hokage, as to why he called him there, a Branch Family Hyuuga, when he himself was a Main Family Hyuuga himself.

Tensa entered the newly built compound. It was almost a spitting image of the older one, with only a few unnoticeable modifications. The entire place still resembled a dojo of sorts. Wooden floors and sliding doors would take one from one area to the other, many of them looking very similar. There was a small section of the compound that was used for bedding and rooms for Hyuuga that needed to live there. This mostly consisted of the Branch Family Hyuuga. Only those with special cases were allowed to live elsewhere. Tensa was one of those cases.

As he approached the dojo he wondered why the Hokage, his family, called him there. He knew he lacked time to mess around, as the Chuunin Exams were so close. He needed to better himself, body and mind, to prepare to return one step closer to realizing his dream. If he needed to obtain some silly title to do so, he would play their game.

His ears already picked up some training at the largest of training areas outside. The place was reserved for spars and fights that entertained the crowds. He had not hoped people would be there watching his business. He slide the door open to the outside training area, to see the new Hokage in the middle of sparring himself. Other, less fortunate, Hyuuga were being thrown around by his impressive gentle fist technique. One blow sent the poor man flying next to Tensa, slamming into the door and ripping through it, causing him to slide inside of the building. For a second, he looked on to see the man's body slam into the ground. He then turned his eyes back to the kage him had called him there. He wasn't sure what to say. He hadn't personally known the Hokage, despite them being family. Only knew of him. The legendary black sheep that became the Hokage. Murmurs flourished about the compound about him.

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The memory faded quickly, much like the fight, once a nearby aide made me aware of the Genin's presence. I addressed him not at first, knowing one more opponent was left, but as I adopted one final stance, I whispered to him the imminent end of the match had arrived. He nodded and took off, a sudden burst of inspiration and speed taking him over to the point he almost moved twice as fast he did before. Gates? Hmph. It did not matter. All I needed was one strike. One chakra disrupting poke in his side, and all that accumulated chakra would soon be over.

Time was not to be wasted. Though the approach was threatening at first, the Genin's presence would prompt me to alter my strategy, avoiding a simple Kaiten defense in favor of something more flashy - I slid tightly to my right as soon as my opponent exploded from his feet, rushing forward while I slumped down into a stance odd only to those outside of the Hyuuga clan. By the time the man realized the bait I had laid for him, it was too late - my movement was but a blur. That single poke I sought? It came from my right index, catching him right under the ribcage as I slid in under his powerful but hole-ridden approach.

He knew it the minute I touched him. Now, once the first strike was ensured, I would deliver the rest at machine-gun like speeds, sparing no mercy as I taught this random peon the hard truth behind miscalculation in the heat of battle. I was not evil nor was I mean, but I was a true believer in paying for one's mistakes as the best way to teach never to repeat them again - "tough love", as some called it. Regardless. By the time I was done - all five seconds of it - the youth's body was frozen, my hands deliver unfair judgement onto his body. My last blow, straight in his chest cavity, sent him flying into a group of sideliners.

The spar was over - winded, I breathed in heavily, silence reigning myself, and all around me...

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Hakke Rokujuuyonshou (Eight Divination Signs, Sixty-Four Palms of the Hand)
Rank: B
Type: Offensive / Clan Taijutsu
Range: 0 - 5 meters
Special: Seals off the victim's chakra for the rest of the thread. Moves around the Hakke to strike at near-shunshin speeds.
Description: The second level of Hakke strikes involves doubling the previous 32, although with a few notable differences - Hakke Rokujuuyonshou is a special technique passed down through the main family line only. When an opponent is within the clan members divination field of attack, they can quickly begin their assault. Like with the previous 32, they can force their chakra through their hands into the tenketsu of the opponent's body. First the clan member will strike 2 times, then 4, 8, 16, 32 and finally 64. This damage forceably closes 64 tenketsu, stopping the chakra flow of the opponent, thus limiting their opponent's ability to use jutsu much greater than ever.
Domain: Hyuuga. Main House exclusive.

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It was to be expected of someone driving at their opponent with a reckless charge. Regardless of if it were filled with rage, confidence, inspiration, or plain stupidity, it was a horrible opening move, and the man would pay for it.It was a movement he wasn't completely familiar with. Though he was aware of the existence, the practice, the steps, the actual molding of his body in preparation, was all void. It was a technique he wasn't allowed to freely learn, as it wasn't taught to him during his training. He learned what he was allowed and went with it.

The impressive flashes ended with the victim being bolted like lightning into a set of bystanders watching the spar. Tensa felt little pity for them. Hokage or not, these spars were for the betterment of the one engaged. Not for the enjoyment of speculators. They would learn this lesson, or so the young Genin had hoped. The other spectators remained where they would.

Lessons learned in blood and he was learning why he was called here.

"I suppose I'm next." The thought flew through his head, as he didn't hesitate to step into the circle. His feet kept him still on the edge of the circle, not completely sure if he should silently approach the obviously powerful fighter, or not. He had never felt an aura such as his. The Hyuuga was normally not one to be frightened or hesitate in the face of anyone. Even his family and the Hyuuga elders held no such hold over him. They already possessed his life. He refused to give them more to hang on to.

He shook the pressure off of him. He didn't notice it before, but an intense air started to surround his body. It was like a ghost, a silent assailant. He refused to let it get the best of him. The tense air that once almost choked him was gone. He walked toward the Hokage, stopping only to separate them by three meters.

"My lord," he called out, looking him in the face. They shared similar eyes, thought not only of Hyuuga descent was it similar, but a particular drive to be strong. Tensa felt he needed improvement. He clenched his fist tightly and in an almost ignorant, yet silent and calming outburst, he spoke out. "That technique that you used, the Hakke Rokujuuyonshou. Will you teach it to me?" It was an incredible technique, one he felt he needed if he were to advance.

SPOILER: Click to show

Hakke Rokujuuyonshou (Eight Divination Signs, Sixty-Four Palms of the Hand)
Rank: B
Type: Offensive / Clan Taijutsu
Range: 0 - 5 meters
Special: Seals off the victim's chakra for the rest of the thread. Moves around the Hakke to strike at near-shunshin speeds.
Description: The second level of Hakke strikes involves doubling the previous 32, although with a few notable differences - Hakke Rokujuuyonshou is a special technique passed down through the main family line only. When an opponent is within the clan members divination field of attack, they can quickly begin their assault. Like with the previous 32, they can force their chakra through their hands into the tenketsu of the opponent's body. First the clan member will strike 2 times, then 4, 8, 16, 32 and finally 64. This damage forceably closes 64 tenketsu, stopping the chakra flow of the opponent, thus limiting their opponent's ability to use jutsu much greater than ever.
Domain: Hyuuga. Main House exclusive.

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Though I had expected Tensa to react in some way to this show of power, I would not necessarily give that reaction the satisfaction of attention - yet. "..." According to his file, despite his Branch lineage, he was an excellent Shinobi that knew how to get the job done, evident by his impressive mission record, and had a thirst for power that never seemed to end. "I suppose so..." This was where I'd hook him, shaping him into a powerful tool exclusively for Konoha to exploit - for its greater good, of course!

My hand, once limp, now slowly rose towards the Genin, some ten meters away, until a single fingers pointed his way. "There is, after-all, a reason why I called you here..." These were the words my staff had been trained to listen for and look out, for upon their utterance, my undisturbed session with young tense would now begin. The sidelined sparring partner would be okay, a status I ensured from the perch of silence with my enlightened Byakugan. "...but if we're gonna do this, there are gonna be rules." My right hand, once a finger-pointing appendage, now balled into a fist. Alongside it, my chakra roared.

Slowly but surely, my body entered a soft stance - once fist tucked to my side, the spear, with the other outstretched forward, the shield. Weight even on both sides, I stood looking over my shoulder towards the youth. "Rule one - out here, only what I say matters!" My chakra was growing now, as if what I had already expended before was child-play before the raging energies that had been swirling within me, summoned forth from this sudden inspiration of emotion. "Rule two - your new codename is now Zero! Now come at me!!!"

Let it begin.

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His head nodded in acceptance. It was much to take it, but it would be put to the side. He thought of his leader's words. He was grateful to be learning a technique unreachable to him on his own. He could already feel himself growing stronger just knowing this fact. He clenched both his fist tightly. Not at the Hokage taking his stance, or even at the fact that he would teach the Hakke Rokujuuyonshou. More so, his new name.

Zero.

It didn't take long for him to accept it, and even more so, he liked it. He was rather tired of being Tensa. He only existed as a Branch Family Hyuuga, a shinobi with exceptional skill. One whom always followed orders and rules, and never looked down upon anyone. The name Zero fitted him, fitted his belief that no man were greater than another. Everyone was capable of obtaining power, knowledge, wealth, whatever made someone a notable figure. No individual was a god. Only human, unable to escape death. Everyone was a perfect zero.

The area grew lonesome. The spectators now non existent, and the councilors and advisers of the kage now left the two characters to unfold their stories. Zero now took on his own stance. His fist now unfolding themselves into flat palms. It was an unfamiliar feeling when it came to fighting. His hands being open and free was something he would always know, even in battle, where the assumption was that a fist was a great weapon, as opposed to an open palm. The Hyuuga proved that theory to be wrong.

The veins around his eyes freed themselves from their hold and bulged through the skin, becoming visible. The Byakugan had now awakened. His right foot slide forward. His right hand followed along, extending toward Ichijin. His left foot remained underneath his body, for balance and substance. His left elbow touched his side as his forearm and palm remained close to his person. The air surrounded them, knowing what was to be engaged. He knew a reckless frontal assault might not have been the best approach. He slowly closed the distance between the two, not making any sudden moves. His feet slid along the ground, from heel to toe, bring him closer and closer. The Hakke Field appeared in his mind. All he needed was one disruptive strike to phase him, if even for a second.

The time felt right. His eyes gazed harshly upon Ichijin. With a sudden bursting slide forward his left arm left his body, shooting at the kage like a bolt of lightning, aiming to strike him in his abdomen. Had the first blow connected, the rest would follow.

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Hakke Rokujuuyonshou (Eight Divination Signs, Sixty-Four Palms of the Hand)
Rank: B
Type: Offensive / Clan Taijutsu
Range: 0 - 5 meters
Special: Seals off the victim's chakra for the rest of the thread. Moves around the Hakke to strike at near-shunshin speeds.
Description: The second level of Hakke strikes involves doubling the previous 32, although with a few notable differences - Hakke Rokujuuyonshou is a special technique passed down through the main family line only. When an opponent is within the clan members divination field of attack, they can quickly begin their assault. Like with the previous 32, they can force their chakra through their hands into the tenketsu of the opponent's body. First the clan member will strike 2 times, then 4, 8, 16, 32 and finally 64. This damage forceably closes 64 tenketsu, stopping the chakra flow of the opponent, thus limiting their opponent's ability to use jutsu much greater than ever.
Domain: Hyuuga. Main House exclusive.

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Our clash had begun. "THATS IT!!!" At the sight of Zero's acceptance to the terms of his new training grounds, several of the Hokage's aides from all around him would move, scrambling to do their part as instructed to them by their soon-to-be Shodaime moments before his pupil's arrival. The tutelage would involve a lot of physicality, but at the same, because we were aiming for such sacred techniques, I would ask permission from the elders to borrow a few of the clan scrolls. "Che! Get wild!!!" I needed not all of them, and in fact, all I had at the moment were the details behind the current piece of Jyuuken Zero was trying to master.

Finally, it came. "Really now!?" The proverbial finger-poke of the Hyuuga, the dreaded arrival of a most evil appendage, capable of leveling one's hopes for continued battle with just one touch; it was Jyuuken's most threatening appeal, the part which made it the most favorable taijutsu in the world. Both of us, champions of the Gentle Fist, would now let our prowess fly. However, I had not remained a steady gimp for much longer, for as he moved to commence his strike, so would I. Now's my chance! Watching his body suddenly burn up with chakra and prepare to move at flicker-like speeds was more than enough warning to prompt me toward action.

While it was true all he needed was one poke, it was what he needed to get simply get started - I, on the other hand, needed just one strike period. "OOOOOO!!!" If my newest prodigy was to truly wield the power of the Gentle Fist correctly, he needed to learn to employ their power correctly. Simply because one can do something does not mean they have to do it - ability, skill, talent, all of it a waste if one's forte in question was not applied in the way it was meant. And in this case, while Zero's application of the chakra ceasing power that were the 64 palms carried great skill, if used improperly, they could lead to the user's downfall. "Lesson numbah one - INTENT!" My palm was active now.

A faint memory of Chuunin Exams some time back, way before the World War and the Great Flash - I think I was too young to even enter the Academy! - came to me, where a great member of our clan was pitted against some no-name average ninja many recognized as "retarded". Being young I knew not the meaning of the word, but with time's passing, I learned soon it had to do with his suposed lack of skill. The Hyuuga Rookie, afterll, was the favotire! Wel,, in a fleeting moment of Jyuuken misused, that 'retard' went on to knock the Hyuuga out in one hit.

A few years later, he become Hokage.

Burning with rage and inspiration, my palm would cross over the youth's outstretched finger, our dueling appendages meeting at the same time. Now, as he lay the first of what he hoped would be may rapid strikes, I lay the only one I needed - Hakke Negi, the open-palmed Jyuuken strike which, with one hit, transfered a heavy dose of corrosive chakra into the victim's system. Simply put, if Zero intended to strike me with his figner, he'd have to do so while taking a very nasty strike in the chest. Let the second lesson commence - pain!

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The sudden burst of chakra would be seen by the Byakugan. However the speed was far too great. The momentum of the strike he sent to his target would allow him no time to retract. He seen the blow coming as it neared his chest. It was almost as though time had frozen itself. Just before the impact he took in a deep breath. The Jyuuken was to be feared and thus he would learn why.

As reality swirled back around him and the slowly elapsing time seemed to have turned back to the real, the Hokage's strike would find his chest. The strike was more than one could make it out to be. The gentle looking palm thrust would hold devastating results upon his body. The pain shot through his chest as he was taken off of his feet and blown back several meters. His descent into the ground would be a save. The roll of the die allowed him a swift landing upon his feet and hand.

His teeth grit hard as he gripped his chest. The pain was immense, but he knew the technique. It could have been so much more. The blow wasn't meant to be lethal, but it was enough. His body froze up. He wanted to return back to his feet, but the technique caused his body to tighten up. The attack upon his body was nothing. The internal pain was great. He was use to it however. The training he endured to learn the Jyuuken prepared him for being struck with it. To know a technique, one must know it from both ends.

Eventually Zero's body would slowly come back to a full stand. He stood several meters away from the Hokage. His eyes gazed upon his figure. He wasn't to be underestimated.

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Hakke Rokujuuyonshou (Eight Divination Signs, Sixty-Four Palms of the Hand)
Rank: B
Type: Offensive / Clan Taijutsu
Range: 0 - 5 meters
Special: Seals off the victim's chakra for the rest of the thread. Moves around the Hakke to strike at near-shunshin speeds.
Description: The second level of Hakke strikes involves doubling the previous 32, although with a few notable differences - Hakke Rokujuuyonshou is a special technique passed down through the main family line only. When an opponent is within the clan members divination field of attack, they can quickly begin their assault. Like with the previous 32, they can force their chakra through their hands into the tenketsu of the opponent's body. First the clan member will strike 2 times, then 4, 8, 16, 32 and finally 64. This damage forceably closes 64 tenketsu, stopping the chakra flow of the opponent, thus limiting their opponent's ability to use jutsu much greater than ever.
Domain: Hyuuga. Main House exclusive.

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The palm would achieve contact with his chest much how I anticipated, timed at the same moment his finger reached the tenketsu he hoped to silence. And silence he did, for a moment placing a stinging pain into my side, as if a piece of glass within me had broken into small pieces, and each piece was a small shard now slicing away at my insides. "Tch!!!" The feeling, something I had tended to forget over time due to rarely being hit by it, would momentarily remind me of the pain failure brought - and each time I felt it, I vowed never to do so again.

But it'd soon be over. Once my palm connected, his dance of palms would be cancelled, his body presumably momentarily paralyzed by the pain my thrust provided. "Eaaaat it!" His body, rejected by the open palm pushing it back, would thus fly several feet, rolling a few more before finally settling. At the sight of this, nurses and a few medic-nin on the sidelines began to budge his way in order to tend to any wounds. Seeing this, I'd raise my left hand, the palm to them signifying they cease and desist immediately - this boy would only learn through pain.

Now, as he lie on his back writhing in pain, twisting, turning, I'd begin to move. Another silent command, this time with my head as a proxy, would prompt a few more aides to unveil a second large scroll. Unlike the other clan jutsu, this one was a distinct type of rarity - Kage Bunshin. I whispered the words under my breath as my chakra raged and prepared itself for something outside of the realm of the Gentle Fist. Though I desired no proficiency in Ninjutsu or Genjutsu outside of whatever sub-attributes were needed to power Jyuuken, there were a select few jutsu that piqued my interest - the Shadow Clone certainly being one of them.

So, let the dual-lesson begin. 'You ok there...?" While I prepared to learn this technique in order to create live battle dummies for Zero to battle and train with, I'd also instruct the youth on how to properly continue training his sixty-four palms. My goal was to create a shining bright star, one that will leave the rest blind at the Chuunin Exams. His skill appeared limitless, and his latent potential appeared to have no bounds. What's best is that he, a supposed slave of our clan, had garnished more respect from my behalf than anyone else in this elitist group! Hah! Grinning, I'd eagerly await the second round of this training.

As he rose, a single clone came forth from the aide, Byakugan revealing a few secrets from within. "Ah, there you are - welcome back!" Let the power well begin.

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"OK?" he spoke up, holding his chest and starring at the ground. He grinned slightly. "Tch. Never felt better." The words softly and slowly escaped his lips. He released his chest, coming back to a full stand. He breathed in a large breath and held it for a minute, letting the pain in his chest numb. With every heartbeat he would feel himself beating along with it, the area around his chest thumbing as did his heart. He exhaled his breath and allowed the pain to take refuge in the back of his mind, where it would be stored and temporarily forgotten. He vowed that it would receive no company. Once was enough.

The Hokage had whipped out a scroll. One Zero's own eyes had never gazed upon before. He wondered what it would have been like to look inside of it along with the kage. The secret would soon be revealed. The words were low and soft, but their meaning would be known, as the powerful being created a duplicate of himself. The Kage Bushin technique. A perfect replica of it's creator. Even the almighty Byakugan, able to pierce through all forms of genjutsu and deception can't tell the difference in the real from the fake. The chakra circulatory system was equal and mirrored.

Though he watched the clone come to life, had it been a different situation, he wouldn't have been able to tell the real from the fake. It was a technique he found interest in learning himself. However it was forbidden to someone as himself. A mere Genin. More perks of having a title that states one is greater than another. After the Chuunin Exams he planned on training to become a Jounin for the village.

With time elapsing, it seemed the kage was ready once he prepared his shadow clone. It was to begin yet again. Zero took on an offensive stance as the clone would be made into nothing more than a training dummy. As the silent clone approached and entered his range he would find a moment of quiet tranquility within him. It seemed as though time slowed itself. The Hakke field became visible within his mind. He and his target stood upon it. Only them. Nothing else.

Once the time felt right, he would begin. His eyes shot open and gazed upon the clone. He moved swiftly into the clone's opening. He read the movements. Already he learned the lesson the Hokage had to offer. No point in recklessly rushing in, even with his amazing speed and prowess. All of that wouldn't matter if the opponent could read him. He showed just that. As he read the clone's movements from his very motion of his torso, his arms, and his legs, to predicting where a strike would be most potent. He began striking with two incredible strikes. His speed and grace would only be seen by trained eyes, as two more strikes followed. Eight, sixteen, thirty two. The strikes all landed in succession. He wouldn't stop their however. He wanted to step it up. Using the technique he watched the Hokage perform before, he tried to land an additional 32 strikes. However being new to the technique, one of which he never practiced, he hadn't learned the proper motion to perform the technique. The clone dispersed before he could finish all sixty four strikes. He sighed as he allowed his tensed up body to loosen. One failure wouldn't stop him however.

Their training continued for some hours now. Zero, being exhausted of his energy, decided upon calling it quits and leaving the compound for some rest. He would need it for the future training that lied in wake of him.

[EXIT]

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Hakke Rokujuuyonshou (Eight Divination Signs, Sixty-Four Palms of the Hand)
Rank: B
Type: Offensive / Clan Taijutsu
Range: 0 - 5 meters
Special: Seals off the victim's chakra for the rest of the thread. Moves around the Hakke to strike at near-shunshin speeds.
Description: The second level of Hakke strikes involves doubling the previous 32, although with a few notable differences - Hakke Rokujuuyonshou is a special technique passed down through the main family line only. When an opponent is within the clan members divination field of attack, they can quickly begin their assault. Like with the previous 32, they can force their chakra through their hands into the tenketsu of the opponent's body. First the clan member will strike 2 times, then 4, 8, 16, 32 and finally 64. This damage forceably closes 64 tenketsu, stopping the chakra flow of the opponent, thus limiting their opponent's ability to use jutsu much greater than ever.
Domain: Hyuuga. Main House exclusive.

[Fuck Yeah!]

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