I, Uchiha, will not be whitewashed!

Chapter 86 Request!

A few days later, Hong intercepted Shuoge outside the training ground.

She leaned against a tree trunk, twirling a kunai in her hand, her brows slightly furrowed. She had been observing for several days—on the way back from the bandit raid by Team 7, Sasuke's Sharingan could already detect the opponent's movements, Naruto's shadow clone tactics were becoming more and more proficient, and even Sakura Haruno dared to draw blood.

Asuma's Team 10, with Shikamaru's tactical mind, Ino's mind-body transformation technique, and Choji's multiplication technique, worked together quite well.

Needless to say, Guy's Team 3 is also doing well. Rock Lee's physical skills are improving every day, and Neji's Rotation Technique can already deflect shuriken.

Looking at their own Team 8, Kiba has a keen sense of smell, but is prone to impulsiveness in battle; Shino has good control over his insects, but his body is too weak; Hinata's Gentle Fist technique is standard, but her palm power is weak.

She didn't say it aloud, but she knew in her heart that her class was the weakest among her peers.

"I need your help," Hong said, getting straight to the point.

Shuoge stopped and looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"Half an hour." Kurenai didn't beat around the bush. "You don't need to follow me around every day like Kakashi. Just give me a few pointers when you come."

Shuoge was silent for a moment. "Wednesday afternoon."

Hong smiled. "That's enough, thank you."

Wednesday afternoon, at the training ground of Class 8.

Hinata, Kiba, and Shino were already standing there.

Kurenai stood to the side, holding the roster. Seeing Sakugo approach, Kiba muttered, "He's really here." Shino pushed up his sunglasses, and Hinata lowered her head, blushing.

Shuoge walked up to them without exchanging pleasantries. "One at a time."

Teeth first.

The spinning attack with the fangs was fast, creating a whirlwind that swept up fallen leaves. However, when finishing the move, the attacker lost his balance, stumbled upon landing, and ended up with his back to Shuoge.

"It's fast enough and has decent destructive power, but its recovery time is too slow."

Shuoge's voice was very flat.

"When you finish your move, your back is completely exposed. If the enemy dodges your first attack, you will be a target."

Go back and practice your balance. Stand on one leg on the wooden stake every day for the duration of an incense stick burning. You're done when you can stand there until the incense burns out without wobbling.

He hesitated for a moment, then scratched his head. "It's that simple?"

"If you can't do simple things well, don't bother thinking about complicated things." Shuoge didn't look at him.

Shino took a step forward.

Parasitic insects poured out from his sleeves, forming a dense yet orderly array in the air, like a black net spread out. The swarm moved silently, sealing off several directions around Shuoge.

"You've controlled the insect swarm well," Shuoge said, glancing at the insectoid mass. "But your main body is too weak. What if the enemy bypasses the swarm and attacks you directly?"

Shino remained silent for a moment.

"The insect control techniques of the Aburame clan are similar in nature to the puppetry techniques of the Sand Village."

Shuoge's voice was calm. "We rely on external tools to fight. If your physical body isn't strong enough, you're easily targeted. So you need to disguise yourself and move around to make it difficult for the enemy to find your location."

Shino adjusted his sunglasses and nodded.

"Control the insects while keeping your main body moving. Don't stand still." After Sakugo finished speaking, Shino nodded again.

"And the solution that will solve everything once and for all —"

"That means focusing on physical skills."

Hinata was the last to step forward. Her steps were light, her head was down, and her face was flushed red to her ears. She stood in front of Sakugo, took a deep breath, and raised her palm.

"Gentle Fist Technique: Eight Trigrams Thirty-Two Palms"

She moved. Her steps were steady, her hands moved quickly, and the wind from her palms drew arcs in the air.

His posture is standard and his movements are fluid, far surpassing those of his peers.

After all, they are a ninja clan that has been passed down from the Warring States period to the present day.

The Hyuga clan is a powerful clan that ranks among the top in the ninja world.

However, as the future heir of the Hyuga clan.

Hinata's strength is "too weak".

Regardless of Hyuga Hiashi's eventual decision to train a secondary account.

Hinata's personality is the biggest problem.

However, personality is something that Shuoge cannot change.

He can only instruct on what the eyes can see.

Sakugo's Sharingan detected the flaw in the palm strike—the chakra spread out in his palm like water splashed on the ground, covering a large area but lacking concentrated force. It would hurt, but not be fatal.

"Stop." Shuoge raised his hand.

Hinata stopped her attack, panting, and lowered her head, not daring to look at him.

"What are the principles behind Soft Fist?" Shuo Ge asked.

Hinata paused for a moment. "Using softness to overcome hardness—using someone else's strength against them—"

"Chakra is your energy. When you unleash it, don't let it dissipate."

Shuoge stretched out his hand, palm facing up, fingers slightly bent. "You concentrate your chakra in your palm like you're holding an egg. You can't break it if you squeeze hard, but it will crack if you squeeze it lightly. It's not that you don't have enough strength, it's that you're not using your strength in the right place."

Hinata looked at his hand, lost in thought.

"If you strike your opponent ten times, each strike using only 30% of your strength, it's better to use 100% of your strength in one strike. If you hit a vital point, one strike is enough."

Shuoge withdrew his hand.

"Go back and practice your palm strikes. Find a rock and strike it a thousand times a day with your palm. Not with your palm, but with your chakra. When the rock cracks, come find me."

Hinata's face flushed even more, but she raised her head, a light shining in her eyes. "Thank you—Sakugo-senpai."

Shuoge did not respond and turned to leave.

Hong caught up with him and walked alongside him.

"What do you think?"

"Their foundation is solid. They lack practical experience."

Kurenai nodded. "Hinata, you saved her, and she remembers it. But your cold demeanor makes people afraid to approach you."

"I know." Sakugo knew what kind of personality Hinata had.

"She's not afraid of you being fierce, she's afraid of disappointing you."

Shoko paused for a moment, then continued walking. "I won't be disappointed. She has talent, but she's not ruthless enough. Her personality—a ninja isn't a gentle person—is unsuitable for being a ninja."

Hong didn't ask any more questions.

Shuoge walked out of the training field, the setting sun casting a long shadow over him.

He recalled Hinata's Gentle Fist technique; the moves were standard, but it lacked soul.

The core of Soft Fist is not "softness," but "softness with strength."

"Gang" is not brute force, but rather concentrating all the force on one point.

He recalled the boxing principles he had read long ago—"Its root is in the feet, it originates in the legs, it is controlled by the waist, and it manifests in the fingers."

It's not a technique, it's the exertion of force.

Hinata's palm strike was superficial and didn't penetrate. She needed to understand that when you hit someone, you don't just use your palm; you use the strength of your whole body.

"What a pity—"

Sakugo didn't think Hinata's ability to master it was due to her personality, not her talent.

Hinata wants to become stronger, and the simplest and most direct way is to put away her "excessive gentleness," but then she wouldn't be Hinata anymore.

Shuoge couldn't imagine that scene.

Sakugo couldn't change Hinata's personality, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with Hinata's personality.

It's just that it's not suitable for ninjas.

Shuoge snapped out of his thoughts and headed towards the Dark Guard's stronghold.

The knife is behind his back, and his hands hang at his sides.

The shadows were stretched long by the setting sun.

Night falls, and that's when Shuoge's time begins.