A ghost eyed weirdo was already a bit too experienced to let such a straight forward attack hit him. His upper body sways to the side in utter avoidance of the fist. The byakugan was already locked unto the blue eyed male's gut, it's where the counter attack was going to begin! His Gentle fist was active the moment he had gotten in stance. Firstly two palm strikes were made for the man's gut, and should they hit he'd start off with a seemingly endless barrage of palm strikes. He'd follow up with two more strikes one to the gut and the other to the chest, then four more, then eight more, then sixteen more, and finally a flurry of thirty-two strikes.

"Eight Trigrams 64 divided by 2 palms!"