One week into his training, Kurou introduced the first of the Flower Clan's signature Taijutsu arts—a form known as:
> "Fist of the Blooming Pulse".
> "Unlike conventional styles, this art responds to internal rhythm—your heartbeat, your Arch flow, your resolve."
The movements were deceptively elegant. Hands moved in petal-like arcs, feet glided in crescent paths, and strikes bloomed into burst impacts right as energy pulsed from the heart chakra.
> "Your Iron Tempest bloodline will enhance this even further," Kurou explained. "Your body will pull in environmental metals, amplifying impacts or disarming metal-wielding foes."
Shisui trained for hours—failing, sweating, and eventually syncing a five-hit chain combo that shattered one of the ironwood dummies.
Kurou grinned. "You've bloomed."
Later that night, bruised and exhausted, Shisui meditated under the moonlight. The pain was real—but so was the progress.
He whispered to himself:
> "If I must fight for peace, let my fists bloom first."
And somewhere deep within him, the Iron Tempest pulsed, sensing the rhythm of a warrior finally choosing his own path.