CALL OF THE WILD
From depths untamed, the echoes rise,
Ancestral beasts with ancient cries.
I channel their roar, their strength, their will,
Now forged in rage, I strike to Kill.
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Call of the Wild was no ordinary technique. It wasn't the Supreme Art passed down possessed by the Yakomoto bloodline, the one that only a true heir could wield. No, this art belonged solely to Nikko, earned not by blood, but by battle. She had cleared a Trial solo, and What she claimed from that trial was more than a skill. It was a rite. A pact with the wild itself.
On its own, Call of the Wild was powerful, an ancient Superior Art that allowed the user to borrow the might of ancestral beasts. But with Nikko as its vessel, its power warped into something terrifying. That was because her Supreme Talent, Primal Hunter, didn't just accept wild energy, it was built to dominate it.
