The past him was relentless.
He didn't just attack with brute force.
"I know how you fight."
Aiden's past self pressed forward.
Every move Aiden made—his past self was one step ahead.
"I know all your habits."
"I know your reactions."
"Because I was you before you became this."
—𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘔—!
Aiden barely managed to block the next strike, his arms shaking from the impact.
It wasn't just strength.
It was battle-honed instinct.
Aiden's past self fought without divine techniques, without reality-breaking powers.
And yet—he was winning.
The truth hit Aiden like a thunderclap.
He had relied too much on his growth.
On his divine abilities. On his martial spirits. On his authorities.
I've evolved past my old self… but in doing so, I let go of the raw skill that made me strong in the first place.
His past self wasn't stronger.
He was sharper.
