Morning arrived slower than expected, and soone was restlessly pacing outside the residence. Bahamut wore only his skirt. He moved about barefoot and topless, taking in the morning breeze. His long and bushy hair swayed in crazy waves all over his face.
"Who was that? And why did she talk like she knew ? And why did I feel like she was family? Ugh!"
Questions, questions, questions, and questions! And this ti, the system could never be able to help him, even if it wanted to. This was sothing only that woman could answer, but her words clearly ant that eting her at that ti was a mistake. It shouldn’t have happened.
This should have made him a bit okay that there was a loophole, but the more he thought of it, the more his mind went back to when he first woke up here and got the system. It had spoken of him getting strong and saving his parents, and now this...
He couldn’t tell if it was a vision or not, but he was sure it was not a vision. He had felt everything. He had experienced everything... How could it be a vision? That woman was as real as real could be.
Bahamut didn’t know what to do. His eyes glinted, and he suddenly halted.
"I’m just wasting ti here. The only way for to get answers is to beco stronger..." He muttered as he turned back and entered the residence. He grabbed his tops and his blindfold and left the residence... barefoot.
...
Elder Silvia stared in shock at the boy who was running all over the field. The Disk of Mind’s power was currently off. Silvia was just amazed at what she was seeing. Bahamut was running so fast that he almost looked like a blur. This was a speed almost at the level of sound. Normal people wouldn’t be able to see him, and she could tell that he wasn’t pushing it to his limit. Achieving this speed without an elent could only an that he’d trained in a gravity distortion region, and that wasn’t possible since there was no such region or place in the sect, and Bahamut had never left the sect apart from when he went on the missions. This made her wonder just how he had achieved it.
Bahamut himself was confused at his speed. Moving at this speed would require him to use a beast trait, but that wasn’t the case here. This was his normal speed minus what the suppressors were suppressing. In fact, he couldn’t even feel the full suppression of the suppressors anymore. He could feel them working hard to suppress his power and push him to his limits, but it wasn’t working well.
’System, what’s happening? Are the suppressors on low battery?’ Bahamut asked in confusion as he skidded to a halt, creating a rapture on the ground.
[The suppressors are working well.]
’Then what is the matter? Show my stats. Just the attributes.’
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Attributes:
Strength: 60 10 -> 70
Speed: 60 20 -> 80
Agility: 61 5 -> 66
Endurance: 67 20 -> 87
Perception: 82
Willpower: 70 2 -> 72
Luck: 1.5 0.5 -> 2
Charm: 1
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"What the-!" Bahamut was shocked at the numbers he was seeing. Were these the changes the woman talked of? These weren’t changes... They were power-ups!
’How?’
[It is an effect of the Gravity Distortion Plane you were in last night. I suggest you train the technique. Your body has t the requirents to practice it.]
’You saw it too?’
[No. But I am inside you, so I can read your mind.]
’You can what?’
[I promise you, I don’t have any interest in what you want to do with Exildra.]
’Isn’t that the sa thing?’
[Just start practicing the technique. I will assist you so you don’t have to do it manually.]
’You are dodging the question...’
[I can see what you do with her anyti you two are alone. What else do you want to hide?]
’...’
[Are you ready?]
’Sure...’
[Running Simulation Sequence...]
[Technique Assimilation...]
[Technique: Primal Dominion]
[Classification: Unique / Emotion-Type / Physical Manifestation]
[Description: A technique that converts emotional intensity into raw, physical force. The stronger the emotion, the more violent and overwhelming the manifested output becos. This technique does not rely on elents, but on the user’s internal state.
Instability may result in unpredictable amplification.]
[Warning: Loss of emotional control may lead to self-damage or collateral destruction.]
Bahamut’s eyes narrowed.
’That sounds dangerous.’
[Correct.]
’I like it.’
[Initiating Assimilation]
...
The world around him suddenly shifted... internally. His heartbeat grew louder and stronger, each thump echoing through his entire body like a war drum.
He had gotten this technique after his second mission, but it had requirents to be able to use it, and that was a very powerful body that wouldn’t be bound by suppressors. He thought it would take so more weeks or even months to achieve that kind of body, considering the power of the suppressors. Who would have thought that he would gain that body overnight?
THUMP!
His muscles tightened with each beat. His veins pulsed, and sothing inside him spoke.
[Step One: Identify Emotion.]
Images flashed in front of him. They were of Exildra, screaming in pain as her blood spilled. The ghoul stood behind her with his sickening smile. He saw the helplessness and felt the rage...
Bahamut’s jaw clenched, and his aura flared faintly.
[Step Two: Contain Emotion.]
The rising surge paused and compressed, like a beast being forced into a cage. Bahamut’s breathing slowed, but his eyes glowed nacingly.
[Step Three: Release with Form.]
"Move."
BOOM!
The ground beneath him shattered as Bahamut vanished. Elder Silvia’s eyes widened in shock again as Bahamut reappeared ten ters ahead. The air behind him ruptured like sothing had been torn apart. He had forced his way through.
"What... was... that?" Silvia whispered.
[Move 1: Rend Step]
[A movent technique that converts emotional impulse into explosive displacent. The user does not "move"... they tear through space with brute force.]
Bahamut looked at his hand again and got into a stance. This ti, he focused harder. He focused not on rage, but sothing sharper and stronger. Sothing that could fuel and be fueled. He focused on determination. The need to move forward... the need to get stronger.
THUMP!
His body responded as he stepped forward. He drove himself forward.
CRACK!
The ground split as he launched again, faster this ti and more controlled. The rupture behind was smaller and tighter. The suppressors scread as he moved, but the current Bahamut was beyond their suppression.
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