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One week later
It's been a week since I rolled the Gacha, and honestly? I have become an absolute beast—not a literal beast, unless you count how savage I am in combat. When people say Yoriichi was held back by the world, they're not wrong.
My body moves before my brain even gets the memo. My blade slices through the air like it was born to dance—graceful, deadly, and impossible to predict. Every swing feels like muscle memory from a past life I never lived. One second I'm defending, the next my opponent's weapon is clattering on the floor, and they're staring at me like I just rewrote the laws of physics. Oh, and by the way? I can now perform five moves from Sun Breathing. Five.
At this point, it's less about winning and more about not showing off too much. The real challenge isn't beating them—it's pretending I'm not about to beat them into next week. Because if I go all out, someone's definitely going to start asking questions. Questions I'm really not in the mood to answer.
Professor Glory already gave me that look. You know, the one reserved for magical anomalies or prodigies so smug you just want to punch them. And considering how many actual monsters roam this world, that says a lot.
And don't even get me started on Observation Haki and Senju Musō. These powers? Broken doesn't even begin to cover it. I can simulate entire battles in my head and know every single move before it even happens. Like I'm playing 4D chess while everyone else is stuck on checkers.
And then there's Accelerator…
Imagine flipping the laws of reality off like it's just another Tuesday. That's vector control. It isn't just broken—it's cheating. The moment I got it, the entire game changed. Not just the rules—the whole damn board.
Someone throws a spell? I send it right back to them with interest. A blade swings in? I cancel its momentum like a bad internet connection. Try to punch me? Congratulations, you just knocked yourself out and broke your wrist.
Yeah, it's not fair.
And the worst part? I'm barely halfway done assimilating these powers.
Right now, I'm juggling skills that absolutely shouldn't coexist—battle precognition from Senju Musō, flawless control from Accelerator, and sword instincts ripped straight from Yoriichi's cheat-code-level skillset. It's like I rolled SSRs across three different anime universes, and they all agreed, "Sure, let's break the game."
Of course, I'm playing it safe. Staying under the radar. Smiling in class and pretending I'm just "a little above average." But don't be fooled—every time I step into the arena, I'm holding back so hard I'm basically roleplaying as a civilian.
Assimilations:
[Yoriichi Tsugikuni (37%)]
[Accelerator (16%)]
Anyway, enough about my unstoppable powers. I've been riding this high all week, but now… things are getting really interesting.
I've made some new discoveries.
Wanna know what? Take a wild guess.
The Lances. Or rather—the future Lances.
Yeah. They're here. Right now. Walking the same halls, sitting in the same classrooms, maybe even complaining about the same bland cafeteria food. Not all of them, of course—just two.
At first, it was just a rumor. Whispers floating around the academy about a guy named Bairon Wykes.
The stories painted him as a prodigy—cold, ruthless, a thunder-wielding genius who didn't say much but vaporized training dummies like they owed him money. At first, I thought, "Yeah, yeah. Prodigy. Seen plenty." In a place like Xyrus, "prodigy" is just Tuesday.
But then I saw him.
Tall, sharp-eyed, with mana crackling around him like a storm barely held back. His presence didn't scream "look at me"—it whispered "stay the hell out of my way." The way he moved, the control he had over lightning magic… you can't fake that. Too refined. Too instinctive. He wasn't climbing the ladder; he already owned the damn thing.
Then came the second one.
Varay Aurae.
Quiet. Reserved. Practically a ghost. If Bairon was a storm barely contained, Varay was the silence that follows—the kind that freezes blood and thought alike. Ice magic, precise and deadly. She didn't say much, but her mana spoke volumes. Sharp. Efficient. Lethal.
Two future Lances. Right here, right now. And nobody suspects a thing.
Except me.
Does it change anything? Honestly? No.
I know who they're going to become. I know what's coming. And more importantly? I know I need to get stronger—faster. Because if these two set the bar for powerhouses… I'm not here to match them.
I'm here to surpass them.
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Heh. Who am I kidding? I already have.
Now that I realize it, is there anyone who can defeat me in pure swordsmanship? I don't think so.
That's the secret nobody suspects. While they're busy chasing raw power, I'm weaving mine together like a master strategist. They're playing checkers; I'm playing 4D chess with the board flipped upside down.
But that doesn't mean I'm reckless. Not yet. There's a game to play, and every move counts. I keep my edge sharp, my presence dull, blending into the noise of the academy. When you wield a power that could rewrite reality, attention isn't an advantage—it's a death sentence.
For now, I watch. I wait. I train harder than anyone knows.
And when the day comes—the day the real fight begins—I'll be ready.
Because in this world, survival isn't about being the strongest; it's about being the last one standing.
And trust me, I'm not planning on losing.
Oh, and one last thing—I can combine my Gacha pulls.
Why the hell wasn't I told about this? I only found out on day three of this week.
Okay, new possibilities unlocked. I can skip a Gacha for one whole month and get twenty cards in return.
Or maybe it's because the author wants to do time skips. Convenient, right?
(A.N.—Whaatt? No, it's not because of that. Really.)
So what's next? More hidden combos? Secret synergies? Or maybe a rare card that breaks all the rules?
Bring it on.
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CHAPTER END
A.N.
Tell me your thoughts regarding this chapter.
And I was wondering if I should nerf Jörmugandr a little. What your opinion.
Keep giving gacha ideas.
Thanks.