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Once the dust settled, Satoru was the only one still standing on the training ground. Despite facing nearly thirty elite cadets, he emerged unscathed. The only time he used his **power of stopping** was against Chris, the fastest among them. For the rest, it was a straightforward fist-to-fist confrontation, where Satoru's **six eyes** made it nearly impossible for anyone to land a hit. His flawless field of vision left no attack unseen, no matter the angle or trickery.
He easily found openings in their techniques and countered with precise strikes. One by one, they fell until the entire elite class was lying on the ground, defeated.
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Zefa walked over, seemingly unbothered by the scene. This outcome didn't surprise him—he had tested Satoru's strength the day before and knew what the boy was capable of. Still, seeing his elite students incapacitated was a sobering reminder of Satoru's talent.
"It seems today's training is over before it even began," Zefa sighed, shaking his head. "Men, carry them back to the dorms."
A team of navy personnel quickly appeared from the shadows, lifting the unconscious cadets and carting them away. Zefa's plan had worked; he wanted the cadets to face a harsh reality check. Many of them, despite being strong and talented, had inflated egos. They believed their strength made them invincible, but today proved otherwise. Zefa hoped this experience would humble them and make them more disciplined.
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Once the cadets were gone, Zefa turned to Satoru. "Good work, boy," he said approvingly.
Satoru shrugged modestly. "It wasn't much. They were so weak that I didn't even need to use a tenth of my strength."
Zefa's face darkened. While Satoru's words were true, it felt like a direct insult to his teaching. After all, these were his students.
"Ahem, Master, I didn't mean anything by it!" Satoru quickly backtracked, but it was too late. Zefa's expression had already turned grim.
"Let's move on," Zefa said with a forced calm. "Since your physique and combat instincts are exceptional, and your **black flash** surpasses any technique I can teach, we'll focus on refining your combat skills. Specifically, I'll teach you the **Navy Six Styles**. You've already seen some of their techniques in action."
Satoru nodded. During his skirmish with the cadets, he noticed a few of them utilizing individual Navy Six Styles like **Soru** and **Tekkai**. While none of them had mastered all six techniques, Satoru was able to piece together their mechanics by observing their movements.
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"We'll start with **Geppo (Moonwalk)**," Zefa began. "It's a technique that allows you to—"
"Wait, Master," Satoru interrupted, raising a hand.
Zefa frowned. "What is it?"
"I don't think I need to learn Moonwalk."
"Why not?" Zefa's tone was sharp, his patience wearing thin.
"Well," Satoru explained, "it's just a method to move through the air, right? I can already do that."
To prove his point, Satoru lifted off the ground and hovered effortlessly in the air. Zefa's jaw dropped.
"How… how are you doing that?" Zefa stammered, watching Satoru float as if defying gravity itself.
"See? I don't need Moonwalk," Satoru said, landing smoothly.
Zefa sighed heavily. "Fine. You don't need **Soru** or **Tekkai** either, do you?"
Satoru shook his head. "With my abilities, those techniques are redundant."
Zefa rubbed his temples. "That leaves us with **Shigan (Finger Gun)** and **Rankyaku (Tempest Kick)**. Those might still be useful for you. Watch closely."
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Zefa demonstrated **Shigan** first. He extended his index finger and, with a lightning-fast thrust, punched a clean hole through the wall. "This technique focuses your strength into a single point, creating devastating force. If used well, it can surprise and even kill stronger opponents."
Satoru's **six eyes** meticulously analyzed every aspect of Zefa's demonstration, from muscle contractions to energy flow.
Next, Zefa performed **Rankyaku**, swinging his leg in a high arc to release a razor-sharp wave of compressed air. The attack left a deep gash in the wall. "Rankyaku is essentially a ranged attack using pure physical force," Zefa explained. "It's versatile and deadly in the right hands."
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"I'll teach you the mechanics of these techniques," Zefa said, turning back to Satoru. "How quickly you master them depends on your talent and effort."
"Master," Satoru interrupted again, stepping forward. "I think I've already got it."
Zefa raised an eyebrow. "What?"
Satoru took a stance and mimicked Zefa's earlier movements. "**Shigan.**" His index finger pierced the wall, leaving a clean hole—but unlike Zefa's demonstration, Satoru's attack penetrated all the way through.
"**Rankyaku.**" Satoru swung his leg, and a sharp gust of air left a noticeable crack in the wall.
Zefa stared, dumbfounded. "Satoru… tell me honestly… Did Garp secretly teach you the Six Styles?"
"Nope," Satoru replied casually.
Zefa collapsed into a nearby chair, muttering to himself. "This boy… he's not human. He's here to make the rest of us feel inadequate."
"Master, are you okay?" Satoru asked innocently.
"Go train yourself," Zefa waved him off. "I need a moment to process this…"