Chapter 25 It is my own power

Chapter 25 It is my own power

"Late training?"

Looking at the three large pieces of pure black iron at Kumokawa's feet, the heavy voice just now still vaguely echoed in his ears.

Yahiko looked at Kumokawa, whose upper body was naked, with a twitching face, and reasonably questioned the so-called training he said: "You call this evening training?"

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Kumokawa turned sideways to the two of them, stepped on the mat with his bare feet, and quietly faced the street outside the window.

He also held a black short dagger in his hand, standing in front of him in a swinging motion.

Feet, legs, waist, spine, arms, hands...

A standard and stable open stance stabilizes the core of the abdominal muscles, like a rock standing there.

Even laymen Yahiko and Konan can see the power of the movement.

"How do you think I got to where I am today?" Kumokawa said calmly when faced with Yahiko's question.

He took half a step back slightly, breaking the still movement, and clenched the dagger in his hand. The muscles in his whole body were tense, and the blood vessels in his arms were slightly protruding.

Buzz!!

The frightening evil wind was accompanied by a sharp scream, and the dagger with a blade as cold as autumn water was swung out, drawing several arcs of light in the air.

Flashing Scabbard: Eight Point!

After several high-speed slashes, Kumokawa took advantage of the situation and retracted the dagger without any pause.

Immediately, he repeated the Flashing Scabbard: Eight Point, exerting all his strength and speed without any intention of holding back any force.

In the few seconds, Yahiko and Konan were stunned while watching this scene, Kumokawa had already completed the "Flashing Scabbard: Eight Point" more than ten times in a row.

It wasn't until he slashed nearly a hundred times in succession that his movements gradually became slower.

Even so, Kumokawa's movements were still not out of shape at all. He was like a ruthless slashing machine, repeating the terrifying slashing movements silently.

Yahiko couldn't help but concentrate slightly, staring at Kumokawa's movements, observing and thinking about the angle, strength, and speed of his slashes...

"One hundred and fifty-one, one hundred and fifty-two, one hundred and fifty-three..." Konan beside him subconsciously counted in her heart.

The two of them looked at Kumokawa who kept swinging his sword with gleaming eyes, and they unanimously and tacitly agreed not to disturb him.

It seems that he can see Kumokawa's unusual heaviness and solemnity at this time, and he seems to be unable to bear to interrupt such an action with great beauty of speed and power.

Click... click...

He kept slashing continuously until the 171st time. Both Yahiko and Konan could hear Kumokawa's breathing becoming deeper, and it was obvious that the other's body was approaching the limit of stress.

Sweat gradually seeped out from the pores, sliding across the angular body and falling t o the ground. The muscles seemed to have a steel-like color, entangled like steel bars to with stand the tearing.

"Two hundred and twenty-three, two hundred and twenty-four..."

Konan, who had already murmured, tensed up her cheeks slightly, but the 225th attack was still delayed.

Kumokawa's dagger-holding arm was trembling slightly, and he could barely maintain the movement of raising his hand.

Creak! Creak!

Yahiko gritted his teeth in a sour way, as if he heard the groaning of his arm muscles, and thought to himself: "Is this level enough?"

Pushing his body to the limit bit by bit, his so-called evening training is simply self-abuse!

This kind of training...

They were in a stalemate like this for several minutes, and Yahiko, who was silent, opened his mouth slightly.

When he wanted to speak out to dissuade Kumokawa, he saw Kumokawa slowly closing his eyes.

"Haaa..."

The expression on the sweat-soaked face became as calm as water, just like the word "quiet" in the painting behind him.

Yahiko and Konan subconsciously held their breath, and the world seemed to become silent at this moment.

I don't know how long it took.

When Kumokawa opened his blue eyes again, the eyes were even deeper than the stars and moon above the clouds and mist.

At this time, Yahiko and Konan felt a chill to their bones.

Buzz!!

When they heard the terrifying and sharp howling wind, the two of them did not have any consciousness in their minds, and their bodies suddenly took a step away for no reason.

The movement was so fast that it was almost instantaneous, and the force was so strong that he fell to the ground.

"...what happened?"

Yahiko fell to the ground, his left hand pressed on the ground behind him, and his right hand touched his neck.

All I could touch was rough skin, but there was no moist feeling as expected.

That feeling just now...

Just like your eyes will automatically close when the tip of a needle flies towards the eyes, this action is completely done by the body itself, and it is an evasive action made by instinctively detecting the threat.

What did he just do?

Thinking of this, Yahiko raised his head blankly and looked at the figure in the distance.

From beginning to end, he didn't move even half a step, not even facing them.

His whole body was shrouded in a thin mist of sweat, and only a hint of blue could be seen in the mist.

"Huuu!"

Kumokawa exhaled and spit out the white mist snake.

The next moment, his mind moved, and the panel came to mind.

[Villain Template System]

[Main Template]

[Name: Tsukimi Sato Kumikawa [oo]]

[Level: Level 4]

[Fourth dimension: Strength D→C, speed C→B, spirit B+, energy F]

[Ability: Facial Senses System-Pure Eyes [91%] 2 Physique Control System-Nanaya Assassination Arts [99%→100%]; Breath Concealment [99%→100%]; ③ Material Control System-Deadly Projection [24%]]

[Subtemplate (3/4): 1. Nanaya Shiki [Murderer] 2. Bullseye [Chief Assassin] 3. Tama [Stand:Stray Cat ] ]

[Level advancement: From level 4 → level 5, 3000 points required (increases the number of tasks that can be accepted and the number of templates that can be loaded)]

[Available tasks: 0/2]

[Points held: 2200]

Boom!!

Kumokawa looked down at his hand, shook it vigorously, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth: "This feeling is really fascinating."

He could clearly feel the blood rushing through his body, and the tired cells seemed to be injected with new vitality. The energy that had been exhausted once again emerged, and unparalleled power surged from his limbs.

If in the past he was a furnace with restrained flames but still dazzling, now he is an active volcano that seems silent but surges with magma!

A terrifying and silent sense of sharpness is hidden in this body.

This is the power that is truly his and he worked hard to get it.

The "template" only gives him "ability" and does not give him the "physique" of the character. The quality of the template also represents "potential".

Even if one obtains the highest level red template, one cannot become invincible in the blink of an eye.

No matter how strong the assassination skills are, no matter how strong the assassination skills are, no matter how strong the character abilities are....

All require Kumokawa to have a strong enough physical fitness to be able to exert the true power of his ability itself.

And that four-dimensional data is a rough calculation of his physical fitness.

From low to high, from F to S, his current physical development is not yet mature, and he still has a long way to go.

Also, the abilities of the loaded character templates can be fully mastered as long as the proficiency reaches 100%.

It can be used even if it does not occupy the loading capacity of the template, and it can even exert more power than the original owner.

"Nanaya Assassination Arts and Breath Concealment, I have finally mastered it after so long." Kumokawa nodded slightly, raised his eyes and looked at the two little ones in front of him.

But before he could react. he saw Yahiko getting up and rushing over!

"Boss Kumokawa!"

Yahiko took a big step back with a serious expression, and then suddenly bowed nearly 180 degrees.

The majestic look was like a heavy knife falling, and even a sharp wind howled, and wind blew up on Kumokawa's forehead.

"I'm sorry!" He leaned over and shouted loudly, "I was wrong before! I'm very sorry!"

Seeing Yahiko suddenly salute him, Kumokawa subconsciously took half a step back to avoid the wind caused by Yahiko's sudden bow.

"No, if it's just that kind of thing, it doesn't have to be like this..."

Kumokawa's eyes twitched, his expression was rare and speechless, and he said bluntly: "If I were walking on my own road and every time there was a barking dog on the roadside, I would stop and throw stones at it, then I would never reach my destination."

Shallow-minded people often get angry with curses and happy with praises, but Kumokawa doesn't care.

The higher a person flies, the smaller he becomes in the eyes of those who cannot fly.

However, Yahiko's next reaction was beyond Kumokawa's expectations.

"No, please forgive me for being rude. This is my long-cherished wish in life!"

In response to Kumokawa's sarcastic answer, Yahiko, who was always emotional, did not even raise his head. He held out his hand in a bowing posture and said sincerely: "If you can, please teach me to become stronger!"

Behind him, after hearing Yahiko's words, Konan, who was originally silent, was stunned, and suddenly felt her heart beat. The hand hidden behind her back gently shook the paper flower, and an impulse surged in her heart.

Immediately, she silently took a step forward, raised her hands in front of her, and handed over the blue paper flower.

"...."

Looking at the two people with different motives but the same meaning, Kumokawa narrowed his eyes slightly in an intriguing way.

The whole room fell into a brief silence.

It wasn't until a drop of sweat dripped down Konan's temples that she suddenly felt a hand take the paper flower from her.

Subconsciously she raised her face in surprise, only to see Kumokawa holding the paper flower and inserting it into her light blue-purple hair.

"Remember."

A smile appeared on Kumokawa's face and he said meaningfully: "This is your own choice. Now Let me see your determination."