[Name: Akira Karino
Alias:
Race: Human
Age: 13
Specialties:
Abilities: Eyes of truth, Hinokagutsuchi, Perfect body
Strength: H
Speed: H
Agility: H
Dexterity: H
Endurance:H
Mana: C]
[Eyes of the truth
Class:??
A skill that allows you to see danger in the form of color and observe people. A devolved form of the nine eyes.
Green= No danger
Yellow= Attention required
Orange= Do not approach
Red= Immediate retreat recommended
Black= Run like a bitch]
[Hinokagutsuchi
Class:??
Allows the user to reproduce in his hands any object that he has touched before.]
[Perfect body
Class:??
The potential to become the strongest. This skill allows the body to surpass the peak of humanity, the only limits being the amount of effort the user is willing to give.]
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"Welp, it isn't the first time I look at them but my stats are really shit. Aside from mana of course."
*Splash*
The water from my bath overflowed as I went out of it. It has become a habit of mine to observe my stats every day before going to sleep.
"*Sigh* If at least I could observe the stats of other people in order to get references for comparison."
Even though I complained a little, I wasn't really upset. After all, originally I shouldn't even have been able to obtain the central direction of the nine eyes. So even if it was in a weird form reminiscing of a dating some game, I was happy to have it.
'Still, even though my stats are shitty, having a healthy body is all way better than anything I could ask for'
I thought so as I looked at myself in the mirror. It still felt a little weird to look at the mirror and see another face, but I must say that I really liked what I was seeing.
Even though the body seemed a little weak, the potential was clearly there. Tall, slim, handsome, with red eyes and blonde hair like Shuka.
'Hum, I look like kid-Gil. Not bad.'
Putting my appearance aside, I was really happy for this body. I never knew that breathing without feeling pain could feel so good.
'Now then, I need to begin training tomorrow. But what should I do?'
My final goal was clear. I wanted to live a happy life.
But in order to do so, I need to become strong. Strong enough to not fear for my life. Strong enough to protect my happiness.
My second goal was also clear. If nothing changed, I already knew the one who killed my parents in this world. I also knew that Shuka would kill him in about five years from now on.
Still, how could I call myself a big brother if I let my sister do all the job?
This brought me to my current goal which was to get a better understanding of my abilities and power and prepare a training regiment worth it and who better than my super hot aunt who by the way was super OP?
"Well, now it's time to go to sleep."
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"So you are saying that he awakened his abilities after waking up?"
In the study, two people were seated on a large chair. More precisely, one was seating, while the second one was seating on her lap. It was Mamako and Ram.
If someone else was present in the scenes, they would see that threads of blue light were flowing from Mamako to Ram.
"Yes, from what I observed he has at least two abilities."
"Oh? Which?"
"The first one seems to be a creation type skill. I do not know the limitations, but I saw him create a pen once in his hand."
Mamako eyes sparkled at this mention. Any creation type ability was considered a top-notch one. They were also extremely rare. She was happy that Akira awakened such ability.
"The second one and you should have already guessed it is most likely an observation type. He does not seem to know that every time he activates his skills he circulates mana."
"Fufufu, it's rather cute seeing him try to act as if he wasn't doing anything."
"When do you plan to teach him control? Powerful beings are rather easy to anger when observed. He should at least learn better mana control."
Mamako slowly caressed Ram's head with a kind smile on his face.
"What did Akira do ever since he woke up?"
"Observed his surroundings, researched history and geography as well as the current states of the world."
"Indeed. Why did he go so far when he could have simply asked us?"
"..."
"He does not trust us. Or he wants to be independent. I can understand it. After all, he woke up and have basically no memory of who he is. For all he knows, we must have seemed to be some shady kidnapper to him. Still, Be it one or the other, why should we help someone who does not want to be helped? I am tired of having to beg people for their affection."
Ram's heart clenched as she felt the sadness in those words. Even though two years had passed since the death of Masato, it seemed like Mamako was still heavily affected.
The Mamako of the past was what you could call a busy body. Someone who would always try to help people in need even if they didn't ask for it.
Seemingly unaware of the heavy atmosphere, Mamako continued,
"Anyway, let's forget it. We have a party to prepare for. Perhaps he will make some friends. Ram, aside from the family of his fiancee, do we have any other family of honor?"
Ram, sensing that her mana had reached the peak got up from Mamako laps before listing a series of name,