[Cotton Eye Joe - 3]

//Ya know what? I saw someone comment on being a JoJo fan in the last chapter... I completely agree we are going with JoJo and nobody can stop me!//

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John thought for a long time, thinking as hard as his brain would allow to the point he felt a small headache coming to him. New and original names simply didn't sound good in his mind, and his vocabulary was not extensive enough to really think of a clever name. That's when he spared the suggested names a passing glance, immediately zooming in on the two JoJo references. The brochure pretty much baited him into using those, clever little thing.

"...Okay..."

[The World Over Heaven] it is.

There was no magical jingle or a sound effect that played, as the book in John's grasp had no magical properties to speak of. It was just a magazine, a book, a brochure, whatever the fuck you wanna call it. So he just flipped the page and continued reading onwards.

{Do you have a name in mind? Awesome! Let's continue. The first order of business is to be able to feel the Ethernano within yourself, every mage has a "container" that, as the name suggests, stores the fuel needed to perform magic. Try it! Try to sense it! Then, try to give it a gentle push!}

...Yeah, these instructions would turn out to be vaguer and vaguer as John continued to read on. It was almost annoying as the magazine described how controlling Ethernano works, but not in a way that would teach someone how to do it. With a grumble, he began to practice the moves and concentration techniques that he could remember or think of. Normally, in most works of fiction, concentrating focused on clearing your mind of any distractions and either focusing on the task at hand or having a completely empty head with no thoughts.

But John is a special case even in this regard.

"You go down just like Holy Mary~ Mary on a~ Mary on a cross~ Not just another Bloody Mary~ Mary on a~ Mary on a cross~"

John actually began singing to himself, rather well might I add as he looked deep within himself for the container that was supposed to house his Ethernano reserves. It took a while since he had no idea what he was looking for. A good metaphor for describing what this annoying training would be trying to move a limb that you don't really have, or trying to control the organs in your body with your mind. It's a strange example but that's what it felt like to John. He knew it was there, he could feel it, although rather faintly. Frustrated, John sat down onto the green grass beneath his feet, crossed his legs and began to do the thing. The thing that main characters do when exposition has reached its limit when it comes to describing the beginnings of their training. Concentrating but with extra steps.

A slight breeze passed by, blowing his hair back a little bit... and then again, this time blowing his hair forward. Then, the same thing happened from both left and right, until finally, the wind blew from the ground and from the sky, throwing John's hair around.

"...Huh, what do you know, it really is that simple..."

It was not really wind that blew his hair around and rustled his clothes, no, it was the invisible force that binds together everything in the universe, stretching across the entirety of the cosmos, holding together star systems and entire galaxies. Gravity. It was far too weak for it to actually move John from his spot, but had just about enough strength to move the air particles in a manner reminiscent of a gentle gust of wind. Gravity really is just that, a force that can both attract and repel depending on the centre of mass proportionate to the target. But this was different from that. Whereas gravity would attract everything to a spherical centre of mass, this breeze was something akin to a formless wave of gravitons, essentially, it is impossible to find in the universe as no object can generate gravity in this manner.

His control was far from perfect, not to mention the force was far too weak for him to even consider using it in tandem with his guns or in a fight, but it would grow, or it should at least. Bringing his focus back to his magazine, John noted that the general information about his magic was on the very back of the book in a very game-like fashion as it depicted the maximum STATS of the magic with a numerical value. Of course, it didn't feature the name of the magic since that was up to him, and this being a regular magazine, the name didn't get updated so John mentally added it in.

[The World Over Heaven]

{Attack: 10/10}

{Defence: 9/10}

{Drain: 9/10}

{Speed: ∞}

{Range: ∞}

{Support: 0/10}

"...Okay that's fucking perfect holy shit," to John, this was the magnum opus of his stats.

He was not a good support player, ever, and this... this represented that rather well. An absolute GOD in everything except the one thing that might save his future friends. Amazing. He just prayed that eventually, cosmic radiation would NOT come into play because... well, that would be not very cash money. For now, he had to actually read some instructions on what he could actually DO with his magic. Gravity was already a given, he experimented with that, but there had to be more to it than that, right?

"Oh there we go," once he skimmed back to the page he was previously on, he noticed a rather brief but good enough depiction of what his magic should actually be capable of, again he had to add the name there with his mind since, AGAIN, this is just a handy piece of paper in his hands, not a fucking magic book!

{[The World Over Heaven] is Caster-type magic capable of rending and completely controlling the forces of the universe, primarily including the four fundamental forces through which everything interacts. You, dear sir, are the first and only user of this magic, as such, Lost Magic categorisation is not possible as there never was an instance of this magic in the first place.}

"Okay so... Daewi Han and Cosmic Fear Garou? I can work with that."

He very much could work with just that, that description by itself probably put him on the very echelon of Fairy Tail power scaling with the only ones he could think of beating him being the likes of Acnologia, Zeref and a few others. The description also gave him a slight headache to John, because he knew next to nothing about all of this science crap. He only hoped he could bullshit it through magic and not worry about having to actually be 100% realistic. But if that wall of gravitons he unleashed previously was anything to go by, he very much could bullshit as much as he liked.

"HAHA! I AM SO COOL!" that was a lie, a momentary one but still a lie, he will be a badass in due time, but not yet, not when he can still just barely survive.

Speaking of survival...

"...Oh shit, is it getting dark?"

Yeah, the sun was already setting, painting the once bright blue sky in a beautiful orange hue that John COUDLN'T afford to enjoy too much for one very simple reason. He was in the middle of the woods with NO supplies, NO place to sleep and NO girl to warm him up! ...Okay that last one was just him messing around but the previous two are a valid reason to fucking move the hell out of there.

"'Anime Character Randomly Stumbling Upon A Town/Village' powers, don't fail me now!" after uttering that absolute monstrosity of a "skill name", John put his special magazine back inside of his pocket and started to move in what he deemed to be a completely random direction.

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"Please don't let a Vulcan jump my ass. Please don't let a Vulcan jump my ass. Please don't let a Vulcan jump my ass..."