After a few monts of silence, he shifted his thoughts.
"Leaving this topic aside," Shanks said calmly, his fingers idly tapping against the stone he sat on, "Raphael, you had made the list of my skills mastered by , right? Or Ninjutsu, as we call it in this world."
"Yes," Raphael replied calmly.
Then she continued, her tone turning slightly more analytical, "If you wish, I can combine your different skills to create new skills."
As soon as Shanks heard this, his eyes sharpened with interest. A faint smirk appeared on his face. "This is exactly what I was going to ask you to do," he said without hesitation. "Do it."
"Understood," Raphael responded.
A subtle pressure ford within his spiritual space.
"Combining skills."
Imdiately, multiple notifications began to resound in his mind one after another. Shanks straightened slightly on the stone, his restored left hand clenching instinctively as unfamiliar yet familiar sensations flowed through him. It did not feel like learning from scratch—it felt like reorganizing power he already possessed into sothing more refined, more dangerous.
As Raphael continuously spoke, Shanks listened carefully, filtering through the information, focusing mainly on his major skills.
"Acquired S-rank skill:
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