Keitaro settled into a meditative pose, Akane perched comfortably on his shoulder. She eagerly reached out with her curse energy, siphoning off the natural energy he channeled during his meditation.
It was a delicate process – a constant tug-of-war between Keitaro's output and Akane's limited capacity. While she absorbed the energy with impressive speed, there was a clear limit to what her small body could handle. A significant amount of energy dissipated into the surrounding air, a frustrating waste from Keitaro's perspective.
He frowned, frustration gnawing at him. The slow absorption rate made the whole process impractical. He needed a faster, more efficient solution. Studying Akane's struggle, a new idea sparked in his mind. If her limitations stemmed from an internal restriction or some fundamental rule of the world, perhaps he could work around it.
With renewed focus, Keitaro shifted his technique. Instead of simply channeling energy for Akane to absorb, he focused on creating a barrier. This wasn't just any barrier, though. It was a complex construct imbued with cursed energy, specifically designed to seal foreign substances. "Let's hope this works," he muttered under his breath, a flicker of nervous excitement in his eyes.
He poured a surge of energy into the barrier, watching with bated breath as the natural energy he'd channeled didn't dissipate. Instead, it swirled within the confines of the barrier, a miniature storm trapped in a cage of his own creation. A wide grin split his face as success dawned upon him.
Now for the real test. He began twisting and manipulating the barrier's properties, his years of experience with barriers allowing him to alter its fundamental rules. He narrowed its function down to two simple tenets: 1) Store only the natural energy he channeled, and 2) Allow retrieval by Akane and Akane only.
You might ask why not him? The answer was clever. By making Akane the sole access point for the stored energy, Keitaro bypassed the limitations of her direct absorption. She wouldn't need to painstakingly absorb and store the energy within her own body. Instead, she could act as a conduit, transferring the energy directly to him when needed.
This meant, if his plan worked flawlessly, he could access the stored energy and enter his meditative state anytime, anywhere. The battlefield wouldn't be an issue anymore. A single thought, a mental connection with Akane, and he could be ready to unleash the Lightning Onslaught at a moment's notice.
The possibilities were exhilarating. Keitaro closed his eyes, picturing the barrier within his mind, the potent energy swirling within it. He reached out with his consciousness, searching for Akane's presence. A warm connection bloomed in his mind, a familiar bridge between them.
"Akane," he whispered, his voice a thread of excitement. "Can you feel it?"
The answer came instantly, a burst of amusement dancing in his thoughts. "Yes, Master," Akane replied, her voice brimming with wonder. "It's like... a miniature storm trapped in a bottle! This is incredible!"
Time-skip.
Weeks passed as Keitaro trained relentlessly in the crisp mountain air of Nepal, under the patient tutelage of Tenzin. He delved deeper into the philosophies of Buddhism, finding surprising parallels between the flow of natural energy and the concept of inner peace. This newfound understanding aided his meditations, allowing him to channel purer energy with greater efficiency.
Each day followed a meticulously crafted schedule. The mornings began with an hour dedicated to feeding Akane his carefully channeled energy. Her five tails shimmered with a faint blue glow, a testament to the growing reservoir within her. The following hour was devoted to exploration, Keitaro venturing out with Akane perched on his shoulder, soaking in the breathtaking beauty of the Himalayas.
In the afternoons, they delved into the arcane world of Akane's illusion abilities. With Keitaro's strategic mind guiding her, they developed a series of layered illusions designed to confuse and manipulate opponents' perception. As the sun began its descent, Keitaro focused on perfecting his Infinity Piercer technique.
Five grueling hours melted away each day as Keitaro wrestled with the complexities of cursed energy manipulation. He envisioned the technique – a single, concentrated point of cursed energy capable of piercing through any barrier. He poured over ancient texts, experimented with different hand signs, and even consulted with Tenzin, who offered insights on channeling energy with pinpoint precision.
Progress was frustratingly slow. His attempts often resulted in explosive bursts of energy, far from the refined piercing attack he envisioned. Frustration gnawed at him, but Keitaro was no stranger to perseverance. With a determined glint in his eyes, he kept pushing, each failed attempt a stepping stone on the path to mastery.
As the month in Nepal came to an end, the weight of the unfinished technique pressed down on him. Discouragement threatened to cloud his focus, but the thought of returning empty-handed was unacceptable. One evening, as the sun dipped below the snow-capped peaks, Keitaro found himself meditating by a serene mountain lake. Frustration had morphed into a quiet determination. He wasn't just aiming to create a technique anymore; he was molding a part of himself.
He closed his eyes, picturing the Infinity Piercer not as a destructive force, but as a focused extension of his will. A sense of calm washed over him, a newfound clarity born of his weeks of rigorous training. He channeled his cursed energy, picturing it not as a raging storm, but as a calm river, a singular point of pure, concentrated power. His hand moved, forming a series of intricate hand signs that flowed from his mind with an almost instinctive grace.
A faint blue glow emanated from his fingertips, growing in intensity. It wasn't the explosive burst he was used to, but a steady, controlled ball of pure power.
Visible excitment was seen on Keitaro face as he looked at the ball in his hand........
"Lets gooooo"
The emotion on Keitaro face was that of pure joy....this was fun....he couldnt wait to blow Gojo back out with this technique.....
Hold up....that sounded a bit to wrong for his liking...
Maybe,seing if Gojo could handle being drilled....
No that sounded so much worse...
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A/N....he is a goofball....his stay will probably end pretty soon...