Chapter 72: Akira can use 100% of his power
Land of Shadows
*ting*
*ding*
*crush*
The clash of spears reverberated through the air, accompanied by the sound of the earth crumbling. Two figures emerged and disappeared as silhouettes.
"I surrender," Akira gasped for air, collapsing to the ground.
Although his basic stats were comparable or even stronger than Scathach's, Akira could only utilize 50% of his power due to an unknown debuff.
"You lazy," Scathach remarked as she sheathed her spear.
"So, are you going to tell me or not?" Akira asked, catching his breath.
"Before that, I have something to ask you," Scathach said, her gaze fixed upon Akira with a serious expression.
... Akira remained silent, evading a direct answer to her question.
Akira was troubled. Part of him believed he was Gilgamesh, while another part considered himself nothing more than a guinea pig. He was uncertain about his desires.
... Scathach continued to stare at her bewildered student, awaiting his response.
Half an hour passed, yet Akira remained motionless.
"Answer me!" Scathach exclaimed in rare anger, pointing her spear at Akira's neck. "I didn't train you to be weak!"
"I..." Akira hesitated but decided not to dwell on his conflicting thoughts. He spoke what came to mind. "I am Nifuji Akira, disciple of the Queen of the Land of Shadows, Scathach. I am also the lover of Shiina Mashiro and the one destined to rule over everything."
... Scathach smiled upon hearing these words and she lowered her spear.
*[Ding, the complete essence of Gilgamesh has been extracted.]*
*[Ding, the debuff has been removed.]*
"That's it," Akira murmured as he read the system notification, finally understanding the reason behind the debuff.
The answer was simple: Akira had fallen in love with Gilgamesh, which made him feel unworthy of his own power. He desired to be equal, yet felt inferior.
"This is what defines our humanity," Akira muttered, unsure whether to laugh or cry.
It was true that humans were full of contradictions, indicating that Akira still possessed his human essence.
"Thank you, Shisho," Akira bowed sincerely to Scathach. "From now on, I will forge my own path and stop trying to become someone else."
"That's good," Scathach nodded, satisfied that the knot in her beloved disciple's heart had finally been untangled.
"Wait, Shisho," Akira hastily spoke before Scathach could dismiss him.
"What is it?" Scathach paused, curious about Akira's request.
"I need a bit of your blood," Akira stated earnestly, presenting a goblet from the Babel Gate. "And a drop of your blood essence."
"Why?" Scathach inquired, intrigued. She cut herself and filled the cup with her own blood.
"To release you from this place," Akira explained. He felt indebted to her and wanted to offer his help.
"Well, if it's within my capabilities, I'll do anything for you," Scathach replied with a seductive smile.
*swallowing*
... Akira didn't utter a word but the sound of swallowing echoed throughout the Land of Shadows as he gazed at Scathach's enticing figure.
"Here's a drop of my blood essence," Scathach announced, plucking a drop of blood from between her eyebrows and handing it to Akira.
... Akira stared at the crimson droplet radiating a potent killing intent and carefully stored it in another cup.
"Take care of yourself," Scathach said, snapping her fingers, and Akira vanished from the Land of Shadows.
"Boring," Scathach muttered after Akira departed, feeling a sudden loneliness despite his recent presence.
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Sakura Sou
... Akira woke up, realizing it was still 3 am.
He glanced at Mashiro, peacefully asleep like a cat, and Zeta resting in her own bed.
Silently, Akira got up and made his way to the rooftop of Sakura Sou, careful not to disturb Mashiro. He settled down and retrieved Misumi's machete from his storage, realizing the importance of taking care of it.
He didn't need to explain his intentions; he simply needed to talk to Misumi gently, ensuring he wouldn't pose a threat. Initially, Misumi politely refused the weapon, but after some reassurance from Akira, he agreed not to harm Misumi.
After the "gentle" conversation, Akira returned the scythe to the storeroom and retrieved a bottle of wine to enjoy.
"Annoying," Akira muttered as he released a brief surge of aura, dispersing all the ghosts in Tokyo.
The pressure emitted by Akira was overwhelming, causing Japan to tremble momentarily. Fortunately, he swiftly regained control of his aura.
Unbeknownst to Akira, many powerful beings sensed his released aura. However, even if he were aware, he would disregard their presence, prepared to annihilate anyone who dared to obstruct him.
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In a forest on the outskirts of Tokyo
"What was that aura?" a stunning girl with pale blond hair and red eyes murmured, her gaze fixed on Tokyo. "My blood seems drawn to its source."
The girl possessed delicate beauty, with pale blond hair reaching her neck, piercing red eyes, fair skin, ample breasts, and a curvaceous figure.
"Fascinating," she mused with a beautiful smile, setting off towards Tokyo. "Seems to be one of the descendants I spared back then."
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"This aura..." a pretty girl with black hair tied in twin braids and striking blue eyes muttered. She stood near a certain forest close to Seimei School. "Could it be a Servant? No, that's impossible. The Holy Grail War hasn't started yet."
The girl restlessly moved about, nervously biting her nails.
She possessed a captivating appearance, with her black hair cascading down to her waist, her eyes as blue as the clear sky. Her figure boasted a full posterior, although her bosom was slightly modest.
"A mage shouldn't possess such power. Could it be a Servant who survived the previous Holy Grail War?" The girl pondered, her mind filled with questions.
Similar discussions were occurring all around the world.
Akira remained oblivious to these events, content to return to sleep alongside Mashiro. And even if he were aware, his disposition wouldn't allow him to be concerned.
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