Asura Series
Ayame were sleeping in her room which added an improvised privacy system. In his spare time, Kuro decided to write rune in each room of the residences.
Noise Cancelling. Sensor Cancelling. Sense Wall. Thermal Sensor.
In the future, he think of adding more of an security system—also maybe attaching Nero's A.I chip onto the security system for better precision on Thermal Sensor.
The house aside, Ayame lied in her comfy bed as she slept peacefully, sometime even quietly snoring.
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"Really?" Mighty voice sounded out unbefitting of the words it made.
Inside the mental space, two persons were standing, facing each other. Each one carried a katana in them,
although they're not in battle stances yet, they were ready to react at any moment.
Asura said out loud surprised at Ayame.
"Really? I gave you a month yet… instead of using that time to train your rusted swordsmanship to make for the wasted 1,000 years, you actually practiced something else?"
Upon Asura's swords, he sent out a multiple flying slashes toward Ayame, launching at great speed which normal humans' eyes can't obviously follow.
"If it weren't for you not slacking on daily training routine, the swords may have cried out-loud." Baffled at Ayame's wrong priorities order, he spoke.
"I am sorry~!" While apologising, Ayame easily dodges the flying slashes while parrying some of the slashes he didn't need to dodge—redirecting the forces it travels to miss her.
Meanwhile, she once again sheathed her sword back.
*click*
*click*
The time when the sound travelled, the swords from their sheath has already slashed their opponents' neck,
although the speed behind Ayame's quickdraw being fast, Asura reacted in almost no delay as he easily parried i as well, nullifying the forces in it.
"Whatever, then. From now on, make sure to be serious with your swords training. Come, let's begin o-"
[Asura's 1st Destruction Slash]
Ayame didn't wait for Asura to finish his sentences, she went on full Sans mode, going all out at the start.
"@#*¥!" Asura were dumbstruck. It was the first time he experienced something like this. Being interrupted in mid-sentences.
At the same time, he began wondering. Why have no one ever tried this out?
While wondering things out, his responses toward the destructive slash were great, his left leg slightly backed as he brought strength from the earth.
From downward to upward, his blade moved, to block the technique while his almighty muscles began flexing.
In the end, the mental land in his surrounding were cut off while only his figures remained untouched.
However as unharmed he might seem, his muscles were red and swollen, the state of his leg were far worse.
As if he couldn't feel pain, his stomped his leg all mighty, regaining all his bone back—making it into a state where his will to move it be unhindered.
"Something is weird…"
"Something may be weird!"
The two stated the similar discussion, while Asura felt slightly confused, Ayame felt overjoyed.
The feeling in when she used Asura's 1st slash was great—the effect were also much greater than before.
Daily sword swinging could never produce this so much growth.
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"A thousand years! It hasn't been wasted at all!" Asura said delighted.
"You mean that I have 1,000 years of experience of swinging sword making me strong?" Ayame wondered and thought of this sudden growth. She tried to deduct it in her way.
Meanwhile, Asura had different thought and he thought it had no point of explaining it to her.
Basically, Ayame's Oni Traits; Alter in name of Nakirium Switch. The first time Alter activated, a changes in her body were made after the seal in her potential was removed.
Changes in body can mean in good and bad but in Ayame's case, it was on good side.
This whole time, without stopping, (aside from adapting to Kuro) her body changed in a way to optimise her 1,000 years of experience to create something else.
Asura was pretty impressive to deduct this much just from their exchanges in the spar from before.
"If that was the case…" Asura placed his hand below his chin as he thought inwardly.
"That's it. Make use of this… golden period!"
"Golden Period? Something like when you drink an exp potions and grinding monsters?" Kuro obviously corrupted Ayame's thought process.
"Whatever that is it, we have no time to be slacking around. Sit down there, and engrave the technique I am about to show you in your heart."
[Asura's 1st Destruction Slash]
A simple swing that seemed to inflict an permanent damages that's impossible to recover.
[Rashu's 2nd Dimension Brandish]
Rather than an slashes, it was more of an defensive-attack that amplified the next attack.
[Shura's 3rd Realm Tears]
A sideway slashes that's similar to 1st Slash, although much smaller, and the action motion were much slower, it had the might of being able to penetrate any defense.
[Adam's 4th Diagonal Lacerate]
A more complicated slashes—instead of one swing, it was more of an two-combo technique. The wielder swung his sword so fast that it seems that the cross mark is traveling in the air.
Were the impression Ayame got from seeing Asura's demonstration.
"Stop thinking about that boy of yours for now and concentrate in these technique. Farewell, then. I'll probably won't appear in the next 100 years."
Asura left a word as his body turned into a fragment, slowly disappearing into the air.
Currently, Ayame were blushing right now but she noticed that something was strange. 'Doesn't that mean that if I forgot one o the techniques, I won't be able to learn it?'
'First of all, isn't this type of things should be written in books like the cultivation stories Kuro told me before?'
The mental space were already on verge of breaking from Asura's 4 consecutive technique demonstration—when she began to doze off as usual, the mental space shattered as she was taken back to the reality.
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Being able to move in dream didn't meant that she could move so suddenly in reality. Especially when waking up were one of her weakness.
The dullness in her body remained, her eyes opened to see the familiar ceiling but her body just refused to move.
Suddenly, she started to adorably air-boxing in the air as to prepare her body to wake up.
So she starts her new day.