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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]

He accepted the compliment from the Jounin. It's was something worthy of praise. It was what separated him from the other Genin of the clan. They only saw the Hakke Sanjuunishou as a means of attack, to disable the opponent while injuring them. However he seen it for so much more. The attack was as well defensive as it was offensive in his eyes. However he knew it wasn't the time to pat his back. The spar only just started.

He slide his feet along in a circled like motion, moving him to mirror Kohana's movement. His eyes never left her form. He studied her humanoid structure, while his special eyes allowed him to view her chakra. It changed from before. The chakra she used while coming down from the kaiten and the one that emitted now were two totally different creations. He anticipated the devastating strength she showed before. Taking an attack was not an option. He couldn't afford any time in a hospital with the exams so close.

Her strike came swiftly. He read her as closely as he could. He was ready. Her left palm only met air as his body maneuvered toward the left. The second attack too came as swiftly as the first. It would too be met with only a ghost of what once remained there, as the young shinobi moved his body to the right. Two fatal blows avoided. The final one would be more difficult to deal with, as he watched Kohana's heel reach the air. Once more his eyes gazed upon the special chakra that flowed. Her accelerated chakra flow rushed through out her body and into her foot. She was preparing a devastating move.

He wouldn't find moving in time to be an option, as the force from her foot hitting the ground would be more than just a dent in the earth. Once more the very ground would rise into rubble and rock, capable of danger. It had to be stopped. Tensa spun on his right heel. A swift 180 spin started the technique. Chakra flowed out of each of his pours. His spin continued, flowing faster and faster by the second. A dome of chakra stretched from his body, protecting him from any danger that would have harmed him, or so he had hoped. He only just learned the technique but some days ago. He gambled on it's strength.

With a roll of the die, he'd find himself lucky this day. Had her heel came down on his barrier he would find himself unharmed.

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.

The fields were unusually chilled and calm. The heat that had overcome Konoha over the past few days had finally subsided. The grass blew along the large area where the lone warrior had sat. Tensa was in the center of the large grassy field just outside the academy. The students weren't using it, which allowed for him to be alone for a while. He spent a good amount of time training at the compound with the other Hyuuga. He grew tired of their company and felt that his decision was best.

He sat along the ground, with his legs crossed. Each of his fingertips touched one another, with the middle fingers being closest to the ground. The heavy meditation allowed some weight to be lifted and free his mind, if only by a minimal amount. His shirt laid next to him as he felt no need to sully it in the sweat he accumulated from the small exercises produced earlier. Sweat ran down his muscled body, falling miles to the grass below. His eyes were close and for good reason. Had anyone looked at his face they'd think he were no more than a shell of his former self, or maybe even dead. His mind was long gone. He sat like a statue. A blue bird swept down from the air above him, and landed upon his shoulder.

The exams were just days away. The Hokage expected much of him, as did Kohana. They seemed to be the only ones who supported his ideal, and even helped him. It was an ironic situation that those of the Main House had the same thoughts as himself. Though none of them knew his true intentions for the future of the Hyuuga clan, and none would till the day came.

As he sat in silent meditation he began wondering what steps to take next.

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.