Pettiness (41)

"Thanks for the healing, Shoko," Kenzo said, acknowledging her help.

Shoko shrugged nonchalantly. "No problem, kid. Just doing my job."

Kenzo nodded in gratitude, appreciating the unexpected healing.

"Just don't get beaten again," Shoko remarked, giving Kenzo a stern look.

Kenzo, eager to assess the newfound skill he acquired during his intense battle with Gojo, decided to put his armor creation abilities to the test.

The skill appeared promising, showing a subtle but noticeable improvement. Intrigued, he carefully summoned the armor, examining its details with a discerning eye.

The creation skill manifested a decent level of craftsmanship, with intricate details woven into the armor's design. The material seemed robust, suggesting a significant upgrade from Kenzo's previous capabilities.

As he inspected the armor, he noted its resilience and the way it seamlessly adhered to his body, providing both protection and flexibility.

{Synthesizing has been activated. Does the user wish to synthesize their armor?}

{Description: By synthesizing an item into this skill you gain all the buff while in this form}

The ambient hum of energy filled the realm as Kenzo contemplated the decision before him. The option to synthesize his armor hung in the air like a pivotal quest prompt in a video game.

The virtual menu shimmered, awaiting his choice.

With a sense of anticipation, Kenzo pondered the potential enhancements that the synthesis process could bestow upon his already impressive armor. Would it fortify the protective layers, imbue it with elemental resistances, or perhaps grant him an entirely new set of abilities?

Faced with the option to spend his hard-earned cash on the coveted anti-armor Gojo armor, Kenzo couldn't help but entertain the tantalizing notion of gaining a strategic edge over his formidable sensei.

The allure of a passive ability that could potentially bypass Gojo's infamous Infinity technique hung in the air, a tempting prospect for a warrior hungry for victory.

As he contemplated the purchase, a clash of emotions played out within Kenzo. On one hand, the practical strategist in him saw the potential benefits of such an investment — a calculated move to gain the upper hand in future encounters with Gojo.

The prospect of outsmarting and surpassing his sensei fueled his determination.

Yet, an undercurrent of pettiness tugged at Kenzo's conscience. Was he willing to part with thousands of gold, not just for the strategic advantage, driven by a deep-seated desire to assert dominance over Gojo?

The cost seemed steep, but the allure of triumph and the sweet taste of victory fueled Kenzo's internal debate.

He opened a dungeon...it was time for him to grind for his armor.

{Description: A formidable dungeon, the ominous abode of malevolent beings, and the dark sanctuary of demons.}

The dungeon's presence echoed with an aura of ancient malevolence, its imposing structure standing as a testament to the malefic forces that called it home. Towering spires, adorned with grotesque carvings, pierced the shadowed skyline, creating an eerie silhouette against the dim light that struggled to penetrate its foreboding exterior.

As Kenzo scrutinized the dungeon key, he could almost feel the pulsating malevolence emanating from within. The key's surface bore etchings that seemed to writhe and twist, mirroring the sinister energy that permeated the very air surrounding it.

The gateway to this accursed realm hinted at a subterranean labyrinth, its passages winding into the depths where unspeakable horrors lay in wait. The very stones beneath the key seemed to resonate with a haunting symphony of whispered secrets, forewarning intrepid adventurers of the perilous journey that awaited them.

The demons that called this place home were shrouded in darkness, their existence veiled in mystery. Legends spoke of ruthless overlords, each more terrifying than the last, presiding over realms of despair and chaos within the dungeon's infernal depths.

He then went to the shop where he decided to buy a lot of stuff.

{You have brough a heavenly sword}

{You have brought the heavenly armor}

{User has 5000 gold left}

{Would you like to synthesize in order to upgrade the user armor creation}

{Y/N}

Without a moment's hesitation, Kenzo pressed "Yes." His earlier pettiness seemed a trivial concern in the face of the resounding defeat he had endured. It served as a stark reminder of the gaps in his abilities that needed urgent filling.

Determined not to remain stagnant, Kenzo resolved to grind his newly acquired synthesis skill to the maximum.

Alongside it, he pledged to elevate his Domain Expansion to unprecedented heights. The echoes of Gojo's overpowering 25% still beating his ass, resonated within him, a motivating force compelling him to bridge the chasm that separated their strengths.

The sting of defeat fueled his ambition as he refused to accept a reality where Gojo could effortlessly best him. The countless potential losses that could have befallen him gnawed at his pride, spurring him to action.

Embracing a multifaceted approach, Kenzo envisioned growing his army. Shadows soldiers, with their elusive and formidable nature, would be the vanguard of his forces. To bolster their ranks, he contemplated the recruitment of special-grade curses, entities whose malevolence and power could tip the scales in his favor.

In this crucible of determination and growth, Kenzo forged a path forward. The virtual realm became a training ground, and the synthesis of heavenly artifacts marked the beginning of a transformative journey. With a resolute spirit, he vowed to emerge stronger, assembling the tools and forces necessary to confront the challenges that lay ahead.

A/N how petty does he look right now?