Akira was a very unlucky teenage boy, ever since he was a kid he was always unlucky, however after the world decided to bend him over and fuck him in the ass.
Well after he died from getting struck by lightning 17 times, suffering a heart attack, an...
Akira decided to get out of his house and walk toward the training ground, if sleep wasn't going to find him, he might as well practice his gentle fist.
He had realized that no matter how many times he tossed and turned in the bed, he would not go to bed again.
Feeling himself unable to sleep no matter how hard he tries to sleep.
Akira started to do something, he started to practice his chakra control.
He started off light, making some small chakra thread around the needles so that he could still control them even if he had already launched them.
This would give him a significant advantage in battle, however he wanted more.
He wanted to see just how far he could push the Hyuga clan's gentle fist.
Decided to stay decently far away from the target, Akira started to suck out the air infront of him, with each blow he launched, even if he was about 6 feet away from the target, several hol started to appear around the target's body, the holes were quite small.
Akira was trying to see how fast he could make stuff move in a vacuum...the answer to that question was...very freaking fast.
As long as he had the proper control, anything he shot in the vacuum would be faster than lightning give or take.
It would definitely be faster than the speed of sound though, nothing close to the speed of light but that was okay.
Akira did not need to be that busted yet, he was working on his railgun and he wanted to see how far he could truly improve it.
Taking in a deep breath, Akira started to practice the kata over and over again, each time he did them, he wasted less and less movement, each time he did the movement, it felt like he was one step closer to mastering the gentle fist.
Sure the gentle fist may be useless against the titan, however, that did not mean he would not practice it.
He would find a way to use it in a fight, and so far the best way he could think of is to hit Titan from afar with projectiles.
It was either that or making a blade entirely out of chakra and just slicing the Titans where they were at their weakest.
"Gale palm," Akira said as he punched out a gust of wind that shot out with so much force that any dust that was infront of him was blown away.
Akira knew that his affinity was probably wind and water, however, chakra seemed to work differently in this world, so he probably would have to do something about it.
Deciding to train his gale palm even more, Akira was even more motivated to win.
Deciding to sink his teeth into training, Akira worked and worked and worked and worked.
He trained and trained and trained and trained until his body fell sore, he healed himself and went back to training.
He could feel it, he was on the cup of something, something big.
He was strong but not strong enough, if he wanted to protect Krista he had to become the strongest no iff nor buts about it.
Akira trained like no other, he could feel his body begging for him to stop, his finger had even started bleeding however he just wrapped it up in a bandage and kept on training....he was the last Hyuga.
He would not bring shame to the Hyuga clan, he would not be a weakling, pushing his body beyond its physical limit, Akira utterly drained the chakra from his body and was now pushing his physical body to the limit.
He punched and kicked and punched and kicked, through gritted teeth the Hyuga clan's sole survivor stood there, bloodied knuckles and all.
Transforming all of his lust into power and drive to get even stronger than he was now, deciding to use every ounce of chakra he had next, Akira once again created a vacuum, his gaze landed on the target about 50 meters away.
"Gentle fist: Rail gun," Akira said as he unleashed his technique.
It was quiet, there was no sound whatsoever, everything was quiet, Akira however had a smile on his face as he saw the destruction caused by his technique.
He had a shit-eating grin on his face, he had done it.
He had achieved it....his rail gun...was perfect.
He saw the clean cut that was made in the target, the chakra went straight through the target and several trees behind it without stopping for roughly 400 meters.
Akira was quite proud of himself, he had done something very big.
Looking at his hand, he noticed they were a bit messed up, it was no biggy, even if he currently did not have enough chakra to heal them or enough chakra to activate his byakugan, he was still aware of where the tenketsu points were located.
He decided to dislocate his own finger and relocate it, it was not that painful and happened quite quickly so Akira did not even feel much.
Akira dragged his lazy body back to bed.
Where he slept, until sunrise.
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