“In that case, I shall grant your wish.”
Looking at Amou Kirukiru, whose entire expression seemed to say, hurry up and conquer me, Heimer did not stand on ceremony.
Since she had already shown her resolve, then as her god, he naturally had to respond.
And so…
Heimer stepped forward.
He took the proper ritual position with practiced ease.
This time, the feeling was completely different.
If Inaba Tsukuyo was like soft cotton, stirring the instinct to protect…
Then Amou Kirukiru was like a fully drawn strong bow.
Tense.
Resilient.
Filled with explosive power.
Heimer could even feel that her body instinctively resisted external pressure, producing a faint rebound.
However, he did not pay too much attention to it.
He brushed aside her long, straight black hair.
Her back was revealed, and her shoulder blades looked like wings about to unfold.
“So this is the so-called blade incarnate…”
Heimer placed his hand against Amou Kirukiru’s faintly trembling back, feeling the rhythm of power hidden beneath his palm.
“You’ve trained your body well.”
“Like a piece of good iron.”
“Hmph.”
Amou Kirukiru, lying on the bed, let out a muffled snort.
Although her face was buried in the pillow and her expression could not be seen, there was not the slightest hint of shyness in her voice.
Instead, it carried a trace of pride.
“Of course.”
“My body has long since ceased to be ordinary flesh.”
“It is a weapon.”
“Is that so?”
“Then let me see.”
“Let me see how sharp this weapon can become under a god’s forging.”
After saying this…
Blood gathered at Heimer’s fingertip.
“Drip.”
The divine blood fell under the pull of gravity.
It merged into her pale back.
“Buzz—”
A crimson light flared brightly.
Complex Falna inscriptions swiftly spread across Amou Kirukiru’s back.
A moment later…
The light faded.
Heimer glanced over the data displayed there.
Even though he had already prepared himself mentally, his eyebrow still rose slightly.
“As expected…”
“You really are a monster.”
[Name]: Amou Kirukiru
[Race]: Human
[Level]: Lv.1
[Ability Values]: Strength: I 0 | Endurance: I 0 | Dexterity: I 0 | Agility: I 0 | Magic: I 0
[Development Abilities]: None
[Magic]: None
[Skills]: 『Incarnate Blade』 『Combat Obsession』
Only two Skills.
One fewer than Inaba Tsukuyo.
However…
[Skill: 『Incarnate Blade』]
The body itself is a weapon.
The strength of the body is greatly enhanced as [Endurance] and [Strength] increase, and is no longer limited by the material limits of the human body.
When receiving physical attacks, judgment will be made according to the difference between both parties’ [Strength] and [Endurance].
If the user’s judgment value is higher than the enemy’s, part of the damage can be nullified.
The impact received will then be returned to the opponent several times over in the form of [Shock Force], causing a recoil effect.
Unarmed attacks are treated as slashes from a same-level [Famous Blade] and possess the [Armor-Piercing] property.
[Skill: 『Combat Obsession』]
An extreme obsession with the strong becomes fuel for growth.
The acquisition speed of all ability values and proficiency is massively increased.
This enhancement has no upper limit and depends on the depth of the user’s obsession.
When fighting someone the user recognizes as a [Target That Must Be Surpassed], the growth speed of all ability values is doubled.
…
When Heimer picked up a sheet of parchment and copied the data from her back, he also showed it to the others.
“W-what is this…?”
Onigawara Rin looked at the description of 『Incarnate Blade』, and her eyes nearly popped out.
“She’s a complete stat monster…”
Kikakujou Mary leaned over and looked at the description, her mouth open wide enough to fit an egg.
Although they still only half-understood Orario’s power system, just looking at the explanation of 『Incarnate Blade』 was enough for anyone with a brain to understand its value.
Body strength increasing with [Endurance] and [Strength]?
Unarmed attacks treated as famous blade slashes?
How was this human?
This was clearly a sword wearing human skin.
“The body… is the weapon?”
Onigawara Rin stared fixedly at that line, her eyes complicated.
As a pure swordswoman, she understood far too well what this meant.
It meant that even barehanded, Amou Kirukiru could clash with others as if she were wielding a divine weapon.
And she no longer had to worry about her weapon being damaged.
“Don’t just stare at the first one.”
Heimer slid his finger downward and pointed at the second Skill.
“This is the real key.”
“『Combat Obsession』.”
“As long as she can find a target she wants to surpass…”
“As long as her obsession is deep enough, the fire will burn even hotter.”
“She will become a tireless monster.”
“A target that must be surpassed…”
“Isn’t that you?”
“God.”
Amou lay on the bed with her chin resting on her folded hands.
Her tongue lightly touched the corner of her mouth, and she revealed a smile that made the heart tremble.
After saying this, Amou slowly rose.
Her gaze remained fixed on Heimer, hot and predatory.
“If that is the case…”
“Then the future truly sounds like fun worth looking forward to.”
“Ambition is a good thing.”
“However…”
“Since you’re done, put your clothes back on.”
“Although I don’t mind continuing to admire the beauty of a body forged through discipline…”
“You still need to make room for the people behind you.”
“Tch.”
The moment those words came out, Amou Kirukiru clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction.
However…
Since that string of passionate declarations had failed to frighten her patron god, Amou naturally knew when to restrain that expression of wanting to devour someone.
She moved neatly off the bed, grabbed the sleeping robe beside her, and casually draped it over herself.
Only before leaving did she sweep that burning gaze over Heimer once more.
Only then did she walk aside in satisfaction to study her ability values.
…
At this point…
The atmosphere in the room became even more subtle.
After all…
Inaba Tsukuyo was an extreme specialized genius.
Amou Kirukiru was a growth-type tyrannosaur.
With these two monsters opening the stage, the standard had been set far too high.
If the Status they awakened turned out too weak, wouldn’t that be humiliating?
Thinking this, the others looked at one another, feeling tremendous pressure.
Just then…
Tamaba Satori, whose turn had been stolen by Amou Kirukiru, could no longer hold herself back.
…
This girl with long emerald-green hair puffed out her cheeks, clearly sulking.
She muttered things like “mean” and “people who cut in line won’t grow tall” as she hopped over.
She did not even wait for Amou Kirukiru to fully leave the bed.
Already impatient, she squeezed past like a slippery little loach and slid right to Heimer’s side.
“This time, it’s definitely Satori’s turn!”
“No one is allowed to steal it from Satori!”
As Tamaba Satori spoke, she boldly loosened the sash of her sleeping robe.
Her movements were so quick that even Heimer almost failed to react.
“Well then~ Lord God, Satori is ready~”
“…”
Heimer looked at this girl, who appeared harmless to humans and animals on the surface yet was actually covered in poisonous thorns.
He helplessly shook his head.
“Behave.”
“Wu!”
Tamaba Satori let out an exaggerated sound.
Then she obediently lay down as instructed.
Heimer drew blood with practiced movements and let the drop fall.
“Buzz—”
Light suddenly flared.
A moment later…
[Name]: Tamaba Satori
[Race]: Human
[Level]: Lv.1
[Ability Values]: Strength: I 0 | Endurance: I 0 | Dexterity: I 0 | Agility: I 0 | Magic: I 0
[Skills]: 『Blade Without Intent』
…
[Skill: 『Blade Without Intent』]
Attacks launched while in a state of no killing intent have their concealment raised to the extreme and cannot be detected by conventional perception Skills.
If an attack strikes a vital point without being noticed, its damage is doubled.
“Eh?”
When Heimer handed the parchment to her, Tamaba Satori had already put her robe back on.
The moment she saw the lonely single line in the Skill column, her once-expectant little face instantly collapsed.
“Why is there only one?”
“Tsukuyo-chan has three, and Amou has two…”
“Why does Satori only have one?”
“That’s way too unfair!”
Tamaba Satori grumbled in dissatisfaction while flipping the parchment back and forth, trying to find a hidden second line of text.
“Lord God is biased!”
“You definitely hid the good stuff!”
“Don’t rush.”
Seeing Tamaba Satori look as if she was about to roll around on the floor and throw a tantrum, Heimer helplessly pointed at the detailed description of the Skill.
“In battle, what matters is quality, not quantity.”
“This one Skill of yours is more lethal than three ordinary Skills added together.”
“When you can kill someone with the same calmness as trimming flower branches…”
“You become the most terrifying assassin in the world.”
Heimer looked at the thoughtful Tamaba Satori and gave his final evaluation.
“This Skill suits you very well.”
Just like a child tearing apart a butterfly’s wings.
At that moment…
The child is not thinking, I want to cruelly kill this insect.
They are simply wondering, What will happen if the wings come off?
Without malice, there is no flaw.
Tamaba Satori was the perfect embodiment of that.