In a world woven from different threads, predominantly white but interspersed with others of various colors, I found myself inside what resembled a gigantic cocoon.
In my hand was a white fruit, marked with ominous circular patterns.
"The Ito Ito no Mi. With this power, I will gain another layer of physical strength, beyond natural prowess and my previous power, granting me greater versatility in combat."
Smiling with satisfaction, I bit into the fruit.
As with other experiences, the fruit slowly transformed into energy, beginning to alter my body and imprint a light, new essence on my soul. Various threads wrapped around me, forming additional cocoons, while fragments of knowledge wove their way into my mind. My body was reinforced and gradually refined, with an apparent focus on speed and flexibility.
...
I stood on an island whose architecture evoked memories of Spanish cities and Antoni Gaudí's artistry. Vivid and beautiful colors adorned the place, though no living soul remained.
At the island's center, I stood dressed in a sleek white-and-red suit. My mental power roared outward, spreading like a form of observation Haki. In each of my hands, there lay an immense quantity of sharp, nearly imperceptible threads.
Looking toward the sky, I swung my right hand with incredible speed. The air cracked audibly. Attached to my hand were white threads, sharper than swords or electric cutters, clashing with identical-looking threads. The reverberations of the sharp collision were evident, slicing nearby buildings and radiating shockwaves. Yet, the threads were so fine they were nearly invisible.
Soon, both sets of threads severed. I stood unmoved.
"Goshikito," a playful and chaotic voice echoed beside me.
"Goshikito," I replied.
Multicolored threads, as thick as an arm, emerged from the five fingers of my left hand, clashing against the other threads. My enemy finally became clear.
He wore stylish sunglasses, a fabulous pink scarf, loose-fitting clothing, and had long, golden hair. He was notably tall, with long legs and an aura of arrogance and dominance radiating from him. As our attacks collided again, he pivoted his foot toward me.
I lifted my leg to block, feeling a slight sting but enduring it. A thread from my left hand was tethered to a building behind me. With a sharp tug, I propelled myself backward at high speed.
Facing him once more, I raised two fingers in his direction.
"TamaIto."
From my words, small, condensed spheres of web shot forward. Faster and deadlier than bullets, they numbered over ten in one barrage.
In response, my enemy raised his hand, conjuring a dense, web-like structure made of threads. Unlike the bullets I had fired, this web's density made it clearly visible.
The bullets were cut apart, but I didn't falter. Accelerating, I moved to his opposite side, my threads connecting to clouds, buildings, and other structures, enhancing my speed and perception.
"This ability reminds me of Spider-Man's webbing, though with distinct effects and applications…" I murmured, appearing beside him with new, razor-sharp threads poised to strike.
For several days, I remained in this training room. In this world, I not only trained my new Akuma no Mi powers and physical capabilities, but also honed my light magic for various uses. The setting was an ancient, broken temple.
Here, my opponent was a certain Guardian of Light from the game Diablo. I focused on developing the potential of my magic and control, testing intriguing aspects related to my strongest defensive technique, the Borg. This exploration was inspired by light magic and my ghostly lineage, though my primary focus remained my Akuma no Mi.
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Three days later.
I sat in my room with my eyes closed. Above my hands and around my body, light began to shift and transform. The internal energy of my body fluctuated, alternating between light energy and ice energy. It seemed I was in the process of understanding and mastering these energies, striving to grasp their Dao.
Note:For those unfamiliar with the concept of Dao or Tao: in Taoism, and especially in fictional Xianxia or cultivation worlds, Dao refers to a profound understanding of a particular aspect or element. This mastery leads to greater alignment with the universe, reducing energy expenditure while enhancing effects and power.
As I meditated, an emergency call jolted me from my focus. Opening my eyes, I tapped my round phone, inspired by the movie Home. It was my mother calling, her face reflecting intense worry.
"What happened, Mom?" I asked, apprehensive not only because of the call but because I could sense her concern through the screen.
"First, do you have any means or capacity for healing, son?"
Recalling the Djinn Phonex equipment, I nodded.
"I do—something highly effective."
"Good. I'll send you the coordinates. Come as quickly as possible."
Without asking further, I dressed, refraining from activating my divine power, the Vision of the Leaf. Once I received the coordinates, I used Kai Kai.
I arrived in a small, mountainous area. The environment was dry and rocky, with numerous peaks in the distance. Taking a deep breath, I extended my mental power like Haki, scanning the area. My eyes quickly located my mother and father, along with an extraordinarily powerful presence nearby. What worried me most was my father's energy—it was potent yet noticeably weakened.
Using the wind's power, my movement techniques, and threads to boost momentum, I surged forward at an incredible speed, entering the cave in an instant.
Inside, my mother's mutant light illuminated the space. She knelt on the ground, her gaze fixed on my father with deep concern. Beside them sat a tall, muscular man, holding a sword in one hand and an axe in the other. His aura radiated death and terror, resembling the abstract concept of war itself. His strength seemed comparable to Thor's, with every cell in his body exuding power, agility, and battle-hardened knowledge.
Peering deeper, I sensed a dangerously potent energy within him, reminiscent of Asgardians but with a unique essence. However, I focused on my parents, particularly my father's injury.
"Son! Quickly, come here!" my mother called, finally noticing me.
When my mother spoke, the tall and muscular individual also turned his gaze toward me. His expression was one of deep intrigue and curiosity, as if he couldn't quite comprehend various aspects of my being. His attention seemed particularly drawn to my attire, which was crafted from unique materials infused with shadow and darkness energy. However, that wasn't all—though faint, there were barely perceptible traces of divine energy, linked to a goddess, or perhaps an even older entity that he recognized. Yet, something was unusual, as though the energy belonged to her, but in an alternate version.
His investigative gaze lingered on me, but I chose to ignore it.
Nonetheless, I activated my divine power—the Vision of the Leaf—along with the power of my ghostly lineage and some of the rarest abilities inherent to my being, purely as a precaution.
I approached swiftly, ignoring the man's curious and scrutinizing gaze. His eyes lingered on my attire, which bore traces of shadow and divine energy.
Reaching my father, I saw a severe wound on his right side, poisoned by a toxic substance intertwined with invasive energy. His internal energy was freer than usual, though I concentrated first on the injury.
Activating my abilities, including Black Lotus energy from my soul, I began to analyze and interact with the wound. As the minutes passed, my mother, unable to contain her anxiety, asked, "Well, son?"
"The wound itself is significant but manageable. The real challenge lies in the potent poison and invasive energy," I explained.
She looked to the other man, hope mingled with despair. He furrowed his brows as though about to speak, but I interrupted.
"I can resolve this."
With confidence, I raised my right hand, displaying a glowing ring, while my left hand continued channeling Black Lotus to draw out the hostile energy.