The initial, system-shattering shock of the update faded, leaving behind not confusion, but a white-hot forge of excitement in Tony's chest. The surprise quickly curdled, then crystallized into something sharper, more potent: a gleeful, almost manic anticipation. His mind, a supercomputer wired for combat, was already whirring, cross-referencing his entire martial arts library with the new game mechanics.
Combat Arts... The term itself was a key turning in a lock he hadn't known existed. It wasn't just about using real-world technique; it was about codifying it, fusing the instinct of the dojo with the raw, magical potential of this world. His Formless Style was the perfect clay for this new furnace. He could already envision it: a Basic Footwork Technique based on [Ghost Step], an Advanced Offensive Technique evolving from [Traceless Sword]. The possibilities were not just endless; they were his to define.
