Chương 20: Martial Style(III)

"Anyways, let's continue."

"Moving on to your third Gift, [Snatch], the most interesting and relevant to our training."

"Its abilities are; [Steal], [Assimilate] and [Usurp]."

"So far, you've been using both your passive and active abilities in tandem but you've been using them wrong."

"What you've been doing is, you use [Steal] to take someone's experience then you use [Assimilate] to simply fuse with that experience. While that seems fine on the surface, and realistically, it is, it wastes your potential."

"Why would the style an old man developed over the span of fifty years be suitable for you? Why would your body, which is so different from the rest, be able to use such experience properly?"

"That's why I want you to have an anchor. With this anchor and martial style, instead of simply blindly assimilating the experience of other people, you'll be able to sacrifice this experience to fuel your style and allow it to advance on its own."

"I can do that?!" Asked Adonis in shock.

What Atryan was suggesting he do, truly didn't sound like something that was within the means of his Gift.

"Why would you not be able to do so? The way you assimilate what you've snatched is purely up to you and with the help of your [Order] gift to guide and automatize the entire procedure, it should be flawless."

"Like I said, you're very lucky. Your Gifts aren't the most powerful in existence but together they form a terrifying circle. They're made to nurture and with my help, you'll be able to fully tap into this potential and even create more of it." Added Atryan with a resolute gaze.

"As for your Nova ability, [Usurp], it's the only one I'm not allowed to tell you anything about. To learn about it you'll have to meet the creator himself. I don't dare disobey his will, sorry kid."

Adonis sighed but nodded in understanding, the wisdom he was receiving now was already more than enough.

"Now, let's move on to your last Gift, [Prime]. It's abilities are; [Flawless], [Perfection] and [Unfettered]."

BANG!

Atryan's pupils widened as he saw a gust of power burst off from Adonis' body as he was lifted in the air.

The sound of his bones cracking and his flesh being torn apart could be heard as droves upon droves of impurities escaped his body and he was reformed.

BOOM!

Adonis' body was sealed whole by a multicoloured rush of energy as his body began to continuously reform and breakdown.

'So I was right…how terrifying…'

After a while, the energy died down and Adonis' figure was revealed.

If before, he could be said to be a cute little boy, now, he looked like an angel fallen straight from the very Heavens.

His long hair, as dark as night, gently swayed with the push of the wind as his deep scarlet pupils, akin to pools of divine blood, pierced into the very soul of all that met it.

His aura now seemed otherworldly and divine as no matter how much one searched, it was impossible to find any flaw within Adonis. He had reached the peak of mortal perfection.

The fog that hung around Adonis' mind receded and he looked at his hands in shock as he felt a surge of power flow through his body and a terrifying amount of…control.

He felt like now, he was truly the master and very god of his own being.

His Gifts, which he thought he'd have to train for days with Atryan, suddenly fell under his control, no different from his arm as he felt a sense of oneness with both his body and gifts he couldn't hope to begin describing.

Adonis looked up, staring at Atryan. He already knew the answer to what had just happened but just to be sure, he seeked confirmation.

"It's exactly what you think."

"Like I was going to say, your fourth gift had three abilities. The passive is [Flawless] and is what just awakened right now."

"It's rather self explanatory. It makes you as flawless and perfect as you can be within the bounds of reason. This extends to your mind, Gifts and much more that you'll soon be discovering."

"It's important to note that this application of your Gift isn't objective, meaning that you won't suddenly become objectively flawless on a moral or mental level. Like I said, it simply makes you as perfect as you can be. In other words, it allows you to reach as far as you can on the path you've chosen."

"If you were a bolt of lightning then the application of this gift would make you a bolt heavenly lightning."

"It's a bit complicated but you'll understand with time."

Atryan waved his hand and his sword flew into it.

"Well, with your passive now awakened, I don't think I need to teach you what your other abilities do, right?" He asked with a grin.

Adonis nodded and then he, too, grabbed his weapon.

"The best way to form a martial style is to fight. We'll fight until you find your style then you'll sacrifice all the experience you've stolen to allow it to advance."

Without any more words, the two shot at one another, beginning yet another long and brutal battle.

***

Still sat at the same table, Uncle Seth watched Adonis train as he sipped on a cup of tea.

'Weird. This is way too easy…is it easy or is he just much stronger than what the parameters of the trial can take into account?'

So far, the way Uncle Seth saw it, this didn't feel like a trial created by the man that had cursed him.

Though Adonis didn't know this, his father, long ago, had also undergone this trial the only difference was that he'd taken the God trial.

Adonis' father was a genius almost on the level of the creator of the Boundless Mansion and yet, during these trials, he'd lost an arm and an eye.

The wounds were so severe that even after he became stronger, he couldn't regrow them.

And yet, Adonis was making this look like a training camp. This would've been acceptable if Adonis was more talented than his father but for special reasons, Uncle Seth knew this wasn't possible.

'Hm…could it be a racial ability…?'