Chapter 7: The Search for a Movement Technique

A few moments after completing his training, Uttar made his way to the clan library. His body still buzzed with energy from unlocking the Anahata Chakra, but he knew that his newfound power needed refinement. Strength alone wouldn't be enough in real combat—he needed speed, precision, and agility.

Inside, there was only one person—Elder Prashant, the library's guardian. He was an elderly man with a thin white beard, deep-set eyes, and a sharp gaze that could see through any trickery. Though he often acted stern, there was always an air of wisdom around him.

Uttar walked up to him, holding a book in his hands.

"Elder, I am here to return this technique," Uttar said, placing the book on the wooden desk.

Elder Prashant glanced at the book and let out a hearty laugh.

"Hahaha! Now you understand, don't you?" he said, shaking his head. "I told you that technique wasn't for you, but you were stubborn."

Uttar smiled inwardly but kept his expression calm.

"Yes, Elder. You were right. I am not capable of mastering this technique."

Elder Prashant raised an eyebrow, surprised at the easy admission. Uttar had always been strong-willed, unwilling to accept failure so easily.

"So, you've finally learned your limits?" the elder asked, amused.

But Uttar, hiding his thoughts, continued.

"Yes, Elder. That's why I've decided to search for a new technique. I request permission to choose another one."

The elder studied him for a moment before nodding.

"Very well. You may choose another technique. But remember, as per the clan rules, you can only borrow one technique at a time."

Uttar bowed respectfully. "Thank you, Elder."

Without wasting time, he stepped deeper into the library, scanning the rows upon rows of neatly arranged scrolls and manuals.

"I need to find a good movement technique," he muttered to himself as he walked past shelves labeled with different categories—Sword Arts, Defensive Techniques, Chakra Control Methods, and Movement Arts.

After a few minutes of searching, he arrived at the inner section of the library, where the clan stored some of the more advanced techniques. His fingers trailed along the bindings of the books, reading their titles.

The Search for the Right Technique

One caught his attention—Leopard Run Art.

Uttar carefully took the book from the shelf and flipped through its pages.

> "A practitioner of this technique will be able to run like a leopard, their speed surpassing that of ordinary men. By strengthening the muscles in the legs and improving explosive power, the user can cover great distances in a single stride. The technique also enhances balance and agility, allowing the practitioner to shift directions mid-run with the grace of a predator. However, excessive use without proper endurance training can lead to muscle fatigue and joint stress."

Uttar pondered for a moment. "This is good, but… speed alone isn't enough. I need a technique that also enhances my combat ability."

Setting the book back, he continued his search.

Moments later, another technique caught his eye—Light-Speed Art.

His pulse quickened as he read through its description.

> "This technique allows the user to accelerate their movements to near-instantaneous speeds, striking before the opponent even registers their presence. Through precise chakra control, the body's reaction time is enhanced, and bursts of speed can be executed in rapid succession. At its peak, the user can move faster than the eye can follow, appearing as nothing more than a blur. However, such extreme velocity demands immense energy, and reckless use can lead to loss of control, disorientation, or even severe strain on the body's joints and nervous system."

Uttar's eyebrows rose in curiosity. "This is extremely powerful. But… is it practical?"

He thought deeply. "A technique that moves at light speed would require an insane amount of energy. It might make me fast, but will my body even keep up? I need something that builds a strong foundation first."

Uttar sighed, feeling slightly frustrated. His ability to create and adapt techniques was unique—technique rankings meant nothing to him. Instead of blindly chasing high-level arts, he needed something that truly suited him.

Then, his gaze fell upon a thin, almost forgotten book tucked into the corner of a low shelf. The title was simple:

Hand and Foot Art.

Curious, he pulled it out and flipped through the pages.

> "A fundamental technique designed to refine the body's natural reflexes, coordination, and balance. Unlike other movement arts that rely purely on speed, this technique focuses on sharpening a practitioner's reaction time, allowing them to instinctively dodge attacks, adjust their posture mid-motion, and counter with precise footwork. Mastery of this art grants a heightened sense of spatial awareness, making the user unpredictable in battle. While it lacks the raw power of high-level techniques, it serves as the perfect foundation for integrating other movement arts in the future. A true warrior's strength begins with control over their own body."

Uttar's eyes lit up.

"This is it! A technique that strengthens my foundation! With better reflexes, I can dodge faster, counterattack with perfect timing, and gradually develop my own movement style."

Satisfied with his choice, he made his way back to Elder Prashant.

The Elder's Surprise

The elder looked up from his desk as Uttar approached.

"Have you found the technique you want?" he asked.

Uttar nodded and placed the book on the table. "Yes, Elder. I have chosen the Hand and Foot Art."

Elder Prashant's eyes widened in shock.

"That's just a basic technique! Of all the movement techniques in the library, you chose this?"

Uttar remained calm. "Yes, Elder. This is the technique I need right now."

The elder stared at him for a moment before sighing. "You are an odd one, Uttar. Others come here seeking the most powerful techniques, yet you choose something even children can learn."

Uttar smiled. "Even the greatest warriors once practiced basic techniques. If my foundation is solid, my future abilities will be limitless."

Elder Prashant let out a small chuckle. "Very well. But remember, you must return it within two months."

Uttar bowed deeply. "Thank you, Elder."

With the technique in hand, he turned and walked out of the library, his mind already brimming with excitement.