Combat
Ryu's body carried a suffocating aura, one so imposing that it was difficult to even look at him directly. It felt like several God Auras had condensed, returning to a simpler time where they were nothing more than an amorphous, chaotic blob of ideas.
And it was for that reason that they were so lethal.
Kicks that could split the Heavens, fists that flatten mountain, fingers that could poke a hole through the veil of reality.
Each one carried the shadow of a weapon that could be recognized, and yet they were also just out of reach. The body had become the true vessel, the true weapon of lethality that it was meant to be.
For the second time in his life, Ryu could sense that the Heavens were attempting to bestow upon him yet another Bone Structure.