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Five Kingdoms for the Dead

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What if Sakura had an epiphany in the Forest of Death and refused to be weak then rather than waiting until Sasuke left? See how one decision can change everything. Story begins during the month of training during the chunnin exams.

Chapter One

Time for a Change!

Sakura idly kicked her feet against the wall she was currently sitting on top of. She has just returned from a rather unproductive visit to the hospital where Sasuke had been moved after the last round of the chunnin exam. Sakura sighed, blowing candy floss hair away from her face. He had already left when she had arrived with Ino. Kakashi was nowhere to be found, but Naruto had told her that he had been planning on training Sasuke exclusively for the next month. That was right before Naruto had disappeared with the mysterious sensei he had acquired after ridding himself of the one Kakashi had found to train him. Now she was the only one left. A small part of her was very bitter about that fact. Even though Choji hadn't made it past the preliminaries Asuma hadn't stopped his training. The only reason Ino hadn't been engaged in training was because she was helping her mother at her flower shop this afternoon.

Despite the fact that she had celebrated when she was placed in a team with Sasuke, she was beginning to think the Hokage had done her a great disservice by placing her in Team Seven. Even among the genin it was like they were in a different league. Except for Sakura. Sakura, whose only strengths were her control and a vague ability to recognize genjutsu after Kakashi's trick during her survival training. She was the weakest, the only one who couldn't turn to her family to teach her more, the only one who didn't have some sort of inheritance to capitalize on, like Ino or Sasuke, or even unbelievable chakra like Naruto. So what was she left with? Sitting on a crumbling concrete wall that had seen better days watching the clouds float by apparently.

She almost fell off that perch when a familiar voice declared, "What a way to waste the flower of your youth! You should be training in the burning fires of youth rather than sitting here wasting it!"

When she had finally regained her balance, both literal and metaphoric over Guy's Dramatic Entrance, she managed to say with only slight bitterness, "There's no one left to train with."

"Eh?"

One of the fearsome black eyebrows rose into his hairline and she explained rather sullenly, "Kakashi and Sasuke are training out of town. Naruto's out training too."

"Mmm. I see your problem." He said contemplatively, his hand coming up to rub at his chin. "But," and he suddenly struck his Nice Guy pose and Sakura felt a frisson of fear run through her spine, "have no fear! The blossom of your youth shall not wither in vain! For you shall train with me!" Sakura had to blink to clear her vision from the accompanying teeth sparkle that accompanied the statement.

That statement was the start of what she was sure was going to be one of the worst months of her life. Sakura had never felt any burning ambition to learn taijutsu, which was Guy's specialty, but her protests fell on deaf ears. Guy dragged her off the wall to a training area she was unfamiliar with near a river "So," he asked, "what are your strengths?"

"Chakra control and..." before she could mention anything else Guy cut her off.

"Chakra control, hmn. Something I can work with! Kakashi probably had you do the tree climbing exercise, knowing him. How long did it take you?"

"Well, I got to the top on the first try, but..." again she didn't get to finish her sentence and Sakura was beginning to wonder if the effort was futile.

"First try? Impossible!" Guy said, once again rubbing his chin in what Sakura had privately labeled his Thinking Guy pose, as he seemed to have a pose for everything else. "All right!" he stated, punching his fist into the air, "then let's move onto the Water Walking exercise. By that point I'll have a strategy for your training."

Sakura looked dubiously at the flowing water, but she was sure that it could be done if he had asked her to do so. Her knowledge of chakra told her that this would be more an exercise in the flow of her chakra more than anything if it was possible, so her first footsteps were hesitant. After seeing that she didn't sink she walked with more confidence. The gentle movement of the water was easy to adjust to. She could feel the water's own chakra pressing against her feet, which was what allowed her to walk on the surface of the water. It was also the force of that chakra that she matched with her own. "This is too easy." she muttered to herself. "What's the catch?" She turned to ask Guy-sensei but he was watching her with wide eyes. "What?" she snapped defensively.

He snapped back into a more normal pose. "Nothing. However, I have a strategy. We have a month, and in that month you're going to learn more than you ever did at the Academy. We'll get you some starter weights this morning. Arm and leg, to increase your speed, strength, and stamina. We'll add more weight as I see fit. Along with basic stamina and endurance exercises, you'll be learning a very unique mix of taijutsu. I'm going to teach you five different styles, one from each of the Great Shinobi nations."

Sakura, now safely back on dry land, asked hesitantly, "Why five styles? Wouldn't it be easier for me to try and learn one, given that we only have a month until you'll have to start training with your team again? Why aren't you training them anyway?"

Guy held up a finger. "Lee is in the hospital and Neji and Tenten are both advanced enough to not need my supervision while they train. About the five styles, yes, it would normally take you far longer than a mere month to master any one style, let alone five. However, with your chakra control and your memory I will be able to teach you all five. Everything else is just practice. Now, let's go get you some weights and we'll begin."

"Now?" Sakura asked incredulously.

"No time like when the fires of youth are burning bright!" Guy declared and headed back through the forest from which they had just come. Sakura allowed her head to droop as she followed, thinking sadly that this sensei was going to ruin her patience with Kakashi-sensei forever. That was if she survived the next four weeks.

Sakura was being equipped with weights that she was sure were going to make walking impossible and pull her arms out of her sockets when the Hokage entered the room. He chuckled at her struggle to lift a foot and asked good naturedly, "Training?"

Inner Sakura muttered something rather sarcastically about asking him why exactly he thought she was doing this if not for training, but she simply nodded politely.

"Yes," Guy said, "she'll be studying taijutsu with me for the next month."

The Hokage nodded sagely as he asked, "So, what style taijutsu will she be learning?"

Guy explained his training plan again with enthusiasm as Sakura grimly wondered if her arms were going to fall off. The Hokage, however, appeared to be listening with great concentration, pulling at his beard and nodding occasionally. As Guy reached the end of his explanation, he asked, "Have you decided which Leaf Village style to teach her yet?"

"No." Guy said. "I hadn't planned on deciding which five until tomorrow, after I've decided which ones she'll be able to master the most quickly."

"A wise decision. However, I suggest that you do not do so. Rather, choose ones that emphasize chakra control, even if they are difficult for even jounin to master. I believe you will be pleasantly surprised." Sakura listened in a state approaching disbelief. Did he want Guy-sensei to kill her? "As for the Leaf style, I suggest Closed Fist."

Even Guy looked surprised at that. "But, Lord Hokage, only one of the Sannin has mastered Closed Fist. I can't teach her something even I haven't mastered!"

"You won't have to." The Hokage answered composedly. "I will." Sakura and Guy's jaws both dropped open. "With the appropriate chakra control, it won't take me long to teach her. Sakura, report to the Hokage Tower at about three this afternoon. I'll be there to give you your first lesson." Sakura couldn't move as he walked from the room, but Guy recovered remarkably quickly.

"Well, we'll have to get started so you aren't late for your lesson. Now come! Let us run while the fires of youth burn hot in our veins! To the training grounds!" In the manner of one used to obeying commands, Sakura took a step forward, but toppled ungracefully to the ground. "Hurry!," Guy-sensei urged, "Those weights are only equal to your body weight! They are like feathers!" With murder in her heart and fire in her eyes, Sakura pulled herself to her feet.

By three that afternoon that fire in her eyes had turned to cold ashes from sheer exhaustion and she'd decided that murder was out the question. It was too nice a fate for Guy-sensei. She didn't think she'd ever been worked so hard in her life and this was only the first day. Guy had studied her movements and apparently decided which styles he'd teach her, because before dismissing he had disappeared, only to reappear with arms full of scrolls which he had shoved at her with instructions to memorize for tomorrow. After managing to make it home to dump what had to be at least ten scrolls on her bed, she was tempted to fall into it herself, but she gritted her teeth, readjusted her weights and made her way to the Hokage Tower.

She was directed to the grounds behind them, where the Hokage stood patiently. "Tired?," he asked sympathetically.

Sakura couldn't help but nod. The cool breeze had dried the worst of the sweat but her hair was sticking to her face. Sakura swore to herself she would pull the loose strands into a ponytail at the base of her neck tomorrow if she lived through today.

"Well," the Hokage chuckled, "let's see just how quick and bright you are." After describing what she had to do with her chakra he stepped back to watch. Sakura faced the target squarely, but had her stance quickly corrected. Apparently her general opening stance wouldn't do for any of the specialized taijutsu styles, because each required you to be prepared for a different type of movement. After beginning again correctly, Sakura focused her chakra and then punched. The wooden target shattered and Sakura gaped. Even the Hokage gave a small gasp of surprise. Then he laughed, drawing her attention to him. "Well, it appears you are very bright indeed." After an hour and a half of instruction he let her go and Sakura walked home even more slowly than she had left. Mastering the forms apparently wasn't her greatest problem. After seeing something done once, Sakura could almost always repeat it, due to her understanding of the basic mechanics of jutsu. She could also pick up something once it was explained to her at an incredible pace, but her problem tended to be in the stamina it took to use it. Her chakra supply was pitifully low. Even that short session had left her almost barren.

After arriving home and taking a much appreciated shower, Sakura set about doing several things. One was pulling her hair into a neat tail at the base of her neck to ensure that it was out of her way. The style would look silly for a while, but her hair grew quickly and it kept it out of her face, which was what mattered. A few strands blowing into her field of vision cost her precious moments that could prevent a blow from being landed. Mostly Guy-sensei's blows on her Inner self muttered and she absently rubbed a large bruise forming on her upper arm. Guy-sensei had been right about the weights at least. After learning how to move with them, she tended to forget she was wearing them. At least until she moved again.

Her next task involved putting stinging disinfectant and ointment onto her hands. At least she knew why Lee always wore bandages on his now, she thought ruefully as she

performed a similar wrapping on her own. She clenched her fist to ensure she could move her hands properly. At least no one was going to be accusing her about caring for her looks for a while she thought as she caught sight of herself in the mirror. She hadn't even considered her appearance after Guy-sensei had dragged her from that wall. It was a surprisingly sobering thought. Everything she had ever done for a long time had been for someone else. To get somebody to like her, like Sasuke, or for Ino's approval. Sakura clenched her fist again and swore that this time, she was doing this for herself.

Sakura was forced to raid her closet after that, because while her red dress was very pretty, it wasn't convenient. It tangled between her legs, costing her precious seconds. She laid out a sleeveless, zip-up top in black and her usual form fitting shorts out for the next day. She could spend time customizing her look when she had more time for it. For now, the top, which she sometimes wore under her red dress on chilly days for another layer would work. It fit closer to her form and would be less likely to snag on branches or offer a hold. She really didn't like black, but it was a color that wouldn't give her away so easily either. However, when she was finished with Guy-sensei tomorrow she fully intended to buy several in a similar style in a different color. Green maybe. It would look better with her eyes and- she ruthlessly crushed that train of thought. From now on she was a ninja. She could go ahead and buy the shirts in green because it was the best camouflage, but not because it looked good with her eyes. For that matter, she might buy a few more in black for use. The Hokage had either threatened her with or promised her a few lessons with a tracker-nin in using her extraordinary chakra control to sense her enemy even in complete darkness, which probably meant some night lessons. She had enough money saved up to do it.

The scrolls turned out to be scrolls on the human anatomy and how different nerve centers and vital points could be used to create different effects. There were notations all over the diagrams that almost made her gag. She was grateful she hadn't learned some of this stuff before, but she simply took a deep breath and committed it all to memory as easily as she had learned the Shinobi Rules of Behavior in the Academy. She studied until she fell asleep, sprawled out in exhaustion without even bothering to clean up the mess.

Some time later something tapped against her window and she simply muttered and turned over. She murmured in contentment when the noise didn't come again, but then something tapped against her shoulder. She opened her eyes and realized someone was standing over her. She choked back a scream and took a few deep breaths, feeling foolish the instant she realized it was Guy-sensei.

"Well, it looks like you need a few lessons on being aware your surroundings at all times." he commented and Sakura managed not to groan. She ran a hand through tangled hair and looked at her window. A frown came onto her face.

"It's still dark out." she said.

"If the sun is up before you are, you're late!" Guy-sensei proclaimed. "Meet me outside the gates in half an hour with your flames of youth burning high!" With a slightpoof sound he disappeared in a cloud of smoke. Sakura dared a glance at her clock and immediately wished she hadn't. It was 4:30 a.m. If she hadn't been so tired she might have been outraged. As it was it

took all her willpower to pull herself out of bed and splash some water on her face and brush her teeth. She was unhappily awake as she quickly cleaned up the scattered scrolls and made her bed. Instead of the half hour she had once spent brushing her hair alone, she simply brushed all the tangles out and pulled the short pink strands into a low tail at the base of her neck and found a black hair tie to secure them. She changed into the outfit she had assembled. If she allowed herself to peek in the mirror, she found that it didn't look bad, just a bit more solemn than she was used to. After some scrambling for her kunai and shuriken holsters she was ready to go, taking the window rather than risking waking her parents, who despite not being ninja were incredibly light sleepers.

As she perched on the window sill Sakura felt a curious feeling. It took her a moment to place it because it seemed so out of place. Happiness. She realized that she was happy to be doing this, that this was what it was to be a ninja, rather than hair and boys. So with gladness in her heart she leapt down to the streets below. The next four weeks were hard, but the satisfaction she gained from them made it worth it. She had managed to shock both Guy and herself with the alacrity with which she had picked up the four styles he taught to her. And at least one of them, the one that was uncomfortably familiar, though she didn't tell Guy that, involved some very nasty things she had never really considered before. Just how easy it was to kill, how precarious a thing a life was. And the lessons with the Hokage were becoming her favorite time of day. He taught her to use her chakra to perform inhuman feats of strength and destruction, but he also lectured on other jutsu as well. She figured out his title as the 'Professor' was well earned. While she pummeled practice dummies he was always lecturing on some subject or the other, giving her new insights and information.

The Closed Fist style he taught her had been famous by one of his students, one of the legendary sannin. The only other style that she had recognized as Guy taught it to her was the Silent Kill technique. The version she learned was a modified one, the principles of the style applied to taijutsu. It worked well only for single enemies, or in conjunction with jutsu similar to the Hidden Mist technique that Zabuza had used during Team Seven's battle with them. It required absolute stealth, which turned out to be more than simply silence, but also cloaked chakra. Sakura tried very hard not to dwell on why she was being taught these things and even Guy-sensei had seemed unusually subdued as she had practiced on his shadow clones. The Silent Kill wasn't something you could practice on an actual person. The was the only style she worked on weapons with, because it made it far easier than using her chakra in very specific ways to produce fatal force.

Her least favorite style was the one from Rain, the Crane Dance, the very formal, stylized movements which focused on doing the most amount of damage with the least amount of blows. Similar to the Hyuuga Gentle Fist technique, except that it focused on nerve centers as well as the chakra network. That and she didn't have the advantage of a kekkai genkai to allow her to actually see what she hitting. The one from Earth, the Breath of Stone, focused almost absolutely on defense and the solidity of her stance. It required a patience she was forced to develop, because it taught to allow your enemies to strike first and wait until they opened themselves up to strike. The key to its almost invulnerable defense against regular attacks was the use of chakra to allow the force behind a hit to dissipate across the entire body, rather than at

a focal point. That meant blows that otherwise would have thrown her to the ground could be endured with only a vague tingling sensation as the force of the hit was absorbed.

Sakura's best and the style she took to most easily was the style from Wind, despite what a master of the discipline could do to the human body. Shifting Sands was fought with the body beginning in a loose stance that almost looked like boredom, but really was meant to allow the body to drop fluidly or dodge with the least amount of necessary movement. In this style there was no throwing herself to one side like she could in Closed Fist. All movements were swift and flowing, like sand pouring from an hourglass. The stance was lower than normal, focusing heavily on attacks in the legs and a more open palm style. Its secret was the way the chakra behind the blows was applied. Her final test for mastery of the style had her kick a tree. She had and the tree had exploded. In Closed Fist the entire tree would have been destroyed, blowing outward in dangerous splinters the size of swords. In Shifting Sands the truck just behind her point of impact had been vaporized, but the bark where her foot had just touched was left intact. The secret wasn't brute force like Closed Fist, but in absolute control of how her chakra interacted with the tree's own. The blows themselves were light with almost no muscle force behind them. There were two levels of Shifting Sand. One could be used in regular combat with a different field of chakra, or without chakra at all in practice where the deadly blows were whisper light, and the fatal version that could be used to destroy enemy ninja with minimal effort.

The day of the exams Sakura woke well before dawn, as her training with Guy-sensei had gotten her accustomed to. She smiled happily, because even this was a small victory, being able to pull from sleep directly into awareness of her surroundings. Her thoughts trailed aimlessly as she completed her usual laps around the village, seeing no one but the guards. She'd parted rather touchingly from Guy-sensei yesterday, knowing that Kakashi-sensei would take over her training again once he returned. He'd grinned and suggested they not actually tell his rival he'd been training his student and see how long it took him to notice. Sakura, more confident in expressing her violence and sarcasm after a month of his strange pronouncements on the subject of youth had agreed. She returned to her house as the sun began to rise and the city to wake. Normally she didn't bother with a shower after her morning routine, because it was pointless when she was just going to get sweaty and dirty afterword, but today she thought she would like to look at least presentable. So after a quick shower she returned to her room.

Even her shower habits had changed. She had loved the expression on her mother's face when she had stopped using scented soap and shampoo after being beaten into the ground one too many times after Guy-sensei had detected their telltale scent. Her bed was already made and everything tidy. There was a new photo on the vanity of Guy-sensei and herself together, along with a bunch of scrolls the Hokage had basically dumped on her yesterday that basically covered the entire surface. She had been baffled at the time, because normally he only loaned her the occasional scroll, but he had explained that these were a gift. Sakura couldn't wait to find out exactly what they contained, but she hadn't found time to even break the seals yet.

Even though a month ago she would have taken the time to put together a cute outfit no matter how tired she was, she had fallen straight into bed after she showered. Goodbyes to Guy-sensei and the Hokage were apparently just an excuse to push her to her limits. So she simply

pulled on her usual sleeveless top, this one in a deep forest green almost exactly the color of the leaves of the most common tree in the Village Hidden in the Leaves when they were in shadow. Her fitted shorts went on next. Now that she was basically dressed, she untangled her hair and pulled it into its now habitual low ponytail.

She had tried wearing it in different styles, but this had kept the hair out of her face the best and had discouraged Guy-sensei from using it as a hold. Her hair had grown several inches in the last month, so now at least it didn't look quite as silly as it had. Her bangs had been allowed to grow out as she grew used to ignoring her hair in front of her face. They still framed her face, but not nearly as neatly as before. Now strands fell across her forehead and down across her eyes, but she was practiced at seeing with that handicap. In fact, she had found her bangs could be very useful when used to hide the expression in her eyes that sometimes still gave her away just before she attacked. She simply tilted her head downward and allowed the long pink strands to fall in front of her face, hiding the gleam or whatever it was that told Guy-sensei she was about to attack long after she had stilled the obvious signals of her body.

She caught sight of herself in the mirror and smiled at the reflection looking back. She hadn't even noticed her weights until now, she was so used to wearing them. They didn't look like much, just white arm- and leg-warmers trimmed in black, similar to what Sasuke had worn the last time she had seen him. They held a lot of weight at this point in her training. Her hands were still bandaged up to her forearms, but they disappeared under the arm weights, so they weren't that obvious. She had thoughts occasionally into buying a pair of gloves, because the weights protected her forearms well enough, but she hadn't found the time. Her entire body was slimmer, leaner and her cheekbones were more pronounced from the intensity of the training she had been undergoing.

She hadn't decided on where it was best to wear her headband now. Leaving it at the top of her head as a hair band seemed redundant now that it was always tied back anyway, but it was almost her statement, so she left it where it was. Sakura bit her lip as she prepared to leave. She knew she was only watching, but it still seemed strange to leave without weapons. Even though her training was in taijutsu, Guy-sensei had not allowed her to neglect any of her other skills. She ruminated on it as she transferred the scrolls the Hokage had given her into scroll boxes. As she did she noticed several were yellowed with age, which increased her curiosity about them but failed to answer her question.

After a few moments she snorted, disgusted with herself. If enemy ninja decided to attack in a stadium full of ninja she would kill one of the ones stupid enough to do so with a few select taijutsu moves and take his weapons. She was about to step out her door when that irritating voice that represented her Inner self voiced worries about the weight, balance, and style of said stupid enemy ninja's weapons. After one solid bash of her head against her doorframe she grabbed her various pouches and placed them in their accustomed spots. A few minutes rummaging in her recently stripped down closet, when she had removed everything that would interfere with movement, found a black overskirt to break up her overly lean silhouette and hide the number of weapons she was carrying into the stadium. It barely cleared her hips in the front but went to her knees in the back, beyond the point where her shorts ended. Sakura grimaced as the fabric tickled the backs of her knees and tried to console herself with the fact that it might

hinder someone trying to slash the important ligaments there. She also vowed to get rid of it the moment she had to do any real fighting.

"Have a nice day!" her mother called from somewhere in the house as Sakura gently closed the door. The vendors in the streets were doing a brisk business. Some were doing brisk business in weapons, others in souvenirs, but the busiest were those serving breakfast. Looking at the sun Sakura realized she had at least an hour before she could reasonably expect to be allowed in the stadium, so she idly stopped at a few stands and inspected the wares.

"Hey Sakura!" A voice called from her left. Sakura turned and saw Ino waving at her from in front of her mother's flower shop.

Sakura smiled and made her way over to her friend. "I haven't seen you in forever and..." Ino stopped and seemed to take in something, which Sakura realized must be her appearance, "What did you do to yourself?" Ino asked.

Sakura shrugged and gave her another brilliant smile. "Training. Come on Ino-pig, you know you don't want to hear about it." she said teasingly.

"You're totally right forehead girl, I don't. So have you heard anything from Sasuke yet? They still hadn't found him last time I heard." Ino commented, pulling her along the street that was beginning to get crowded.

As she reflected on it, Sakura realized the last time she had actually thought about Sasuke was this morning when she had compared her weights to his arm-warmers. Hardly a flattering thing. She giggled at the thought and Ino looked at her strangely, but Sakura just shook her head and continued following Ino's lead. She had actually thought about Naruto more than she had him during her training, reminding herself of Naruto's unfailing spirit. It had become a personal mantra for a short while-if Naruto can get up from this and try again I can too. But really, thoughts of both her teammates had been at a minimum. And for that Sakura was glad. She had finally realized at some point in all that sweat and blood that she was just making a fool of herself over Sasuke. Something she would never allow herself to do again.

"Hey Sakura, are you even paying attention?" Ino asked, waving a hand in front of her face.

"Sorry." Sakura returned sheepishly.

Together the two girls wasted the better part of an hour. Ino was only curious for about the first fifteen minutes, asking about the bandages on Sakura's hands and such, but soon getting caught up in the festival atmosphere, just as Sakura was. The day seemed to fly past, with Naruto's dramatic entrance and victory over the Hyuuga prodigy and Ino nearly screaming her ear off during Shikamaru's match. There was a moment when she thought Sasuke wasn't going to make it, but he appeared at the last moment, looking eager. Sakura had expected to feel some sort of overwhelming relief, but all she thought was that he was trying to make his entrance as dramatic as Naruto had made Shikamaru's. If the cursed seal was bothering him, he wasn't

showing it. Sakura thought they had probably found a way to seal it, otherwise he wouldn't be here.

"Hey." A voice said from behind her.

"Kakashi-sensei!" Sakura said happily.

A/N: Until next time!

Breath of Stone (Earth): Technique that is based on strong defense. The user uses chakra in order to dissipate the force of a blow across the entire body, rather than allowing all the force to be kept at the impact site. This form emphasizes waiting for your enemy to attack first and waiting for them to expose their weaknesses rather than striking first.

Shifting Sands (Wind):Technique that emphasizes fluid, deadly movement. The user is required to have absolute control of their chakra, because each strike is only light, but chakra is released in specified patterns which can cause the target to dissolve or explode without ever breaking the skin touched. This form is low to the ground and utilizes the legs and a more open palm technique than other styles as well as being executed at superior speeds.

Silent Kill (Mist): Technique that strikes at fatal points in the body. Modified as a taijustsu form, but each blow is meant to be fatal. This style emphasizes silent movement, often used in conjunction with jutsu that blocks certain senses. This form is only used when the user is willing to kill an opponent rather than simply defeat them.

Closed Fist (Fire): Technique that uses chakra for super strength. Style and fluidity are abandoned for brute strength. Known for its unpredictability due to its chaotic forms, which emphasize doing as much damage as possible with regards to little else. The movements of this style are quick and jerky, and the approach is aggressive.

Crane Dance (Rain):Technique that uses a series of very formal approaches or 'dances'. The most remarkable feature of this taijutsu is the speed with which it is executed, because the style requires that the user strike at nerve centers in the opponents body. This entails a very thorough knowledge of the human anatomy, similar to the Silent Kill technique.