Chapter 013
After wiping his saliva and cleaning up his worn face, Joshiro strengthened his attributes as usual while holding two purple cards in his hand. After checking the card information, his expression grew more unsettled.
[Fantasy Card: AT Field]
[Card type: Ability Card]
[Rarity: SR]
[Introduction: The unique soul substance of life in the Evangelion world, the "wall of the heart" that separates the self from the outside world, also known as the "Absolute Territory."]
[Effect 1: Soul Manifestation]
[Convert spiritual power into special soul matter]
[Effect 2: Expansion of the Absolute Field]
[Has strong defense against physical, energy, and thermal attacks, with the ability to block external matter and apply reaction force]
[Effect 3: Force Field Control]
[Can generate and control force fields freely to perform impact, defense, invasion, neutralization, and reversal techniques]
It was needless to say that this was an unprecedented mental attribute purple card. A single card was equivalent to dozens of regular mental attribute cards, and its effect was straightforward and overwhelming. It essentially doubled Joshiro's current mental power at once.
The second purple card carried even more weight. In the Evangelion world, the more reclusive and withdrawn one was, the stronger their psychic ability became. For autistic children like the pilots-or the Apostles-the AT Field could create catastrophic destruction and even manipulate the balance of the world itself.
(T/N: i'm jist the messenger here.. the author was the one who called them autistic.. don't shoot the messenger!)
Joshiro held the card and sighed quietly to himself. He knew this was not meant for someone with his personality.
After setting the thought aside, he pressed the cards into his body. A sharp chill spread through his mind as his consciousness expanded outward. His mental energy began to swell from still water into surging tides that rose and spread rapidly. His spirit itself seemed to stretch beyond its old limits, growing stronger and firmer as if solid roots had anchored it into reality.
The air in front of him bent under the pressure, condensing into polygonal crystalline barriers glowing with faint blue light. They looked fragile and glasslike, but he already knew they carried far greater resilience than any crude force field he had crafted previously through raw telekinesis.
Testing it carefully, Joshiro clenched his fist and directed a strike against the barrier. Waves of multicolored ripples spread across the surface where his blow landed, dispersing the force into synchronized mechanical waves before neutralizing the impact entirely. Not a single trace of damage appeared on the surface.
The drawback showed just as quickly. Maintaining the barrier consumed an immense flow of mental power. Continuous output left beads of sweat forming along his forehead within seconds. The intake was twice his normal expenditure, and when the barrier absorbed a direct impact the consumption rate increased far beyond what he could sustain for long. He calculated that under normal strain, the AT Field could last ten minutes at most, and less than that in full combat.
After withdrawing his mental energy, the shimmering wall of polygons faded. Joshiro exhaled slowly and rubbed at his temples. He had unlocked defenses unlike anything he had wielded before, but his stamina clearly could not hold it indefinitely. Timing would matter in a true fight.
For now, it was enough.
He looked forward to testing its true potential when the time came.
…
Morning at the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist dojo was as busy as ever. Bang led his disciples through exercises, their collective shouts echoing through the martial grounds. Although the dojo was crowded with eager faces, Bang's sharp eyes recognized the truth-few among them held the qualities necessary to inherit his martial art.
He moved to correct one disciple's posture with a calm tone. "Charanko, use your waist more. Do not forget the flow I demonstrated."
"Yes, Master!" the disciple replied quickly.
Bang's gaze drifted toward another student standing apart from the others-a tall fifteen-year-old with striking white hair divided into two thick tufts. His potential was undeniable, and his movements carried a sharpness that surpassed other students. Yet his solitary nature and cold expression had always unsettled Bang. This was Garou.
Bang's instincts told him there was something hidden beneath the boy's stillness, something even a master could not yet define.
Before he could dwell on it further, Bang's ears twitched at an approaching presence outside the dojo gates.
"Keep practicing," he instructed the disciples before stepping out swiftly.
On the mountain path, a young man was making his way up with a steady pace. When Bang focused his eyes, his brows lifted slightly.
It was Joshiro.
But the surprise quickly turned to exasperation when Bang noticed how casually the young man was floating up the path without even setting foot on the stones.
"Showing off again…" Bang muttered under his breath.
When Joshiro landed at the gate, Bang greeted him with a smile that did not reach his eyes. "Joshiro-kun. Broad daylight, and yet you have time to wander here? Shouldn't a police officer be at work right now?"
Joshiro felt the tension in the words but kept his composure. He snapped his fingers and produced two tea gift boxes from his cards, holding them out respectfully.
"Master Bang," Joshiro said evenly. "I've come to ask for your guidance regarding something important. Please accept this gift as a token of my respect."
Bang glanced at the boxes, recognizing their expensive worth almost immediately. His laughter softened as he gestured for Joshiro to follow him inside. "If it is within my ability, I will help. Speak freely."
"Thank you, Master."
As they crossed the training yard, Joshiro's gaze met the sharp eyes of Garou in passing. The boy's expression did not waver, but the exchange lingered for an instant longer than necessary. Joshiro's presence weighed heavily on him. Garou's chest tightened with the oppressive sensation before he realized the man had already moved on inside with Bang.
The young disciple remained at the yard entrance longer than usual, his breath uneven. His instincts told him what his pride refused to accept-that the man he had just seen was unlike the others.
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