[Name: Tama (Stand: Stray Cat)] [World: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure] [Quality: Gray] [Upgrade: Upgrade Available → Tama (Integrated Stand) (Blue)] [Abilities: ① Photosynthesis: Possesses the phototropic nature of a plant.
Control over the surrounding air increases with the intensity of light.
Under bright illumination, air manipulation becomes significantly stronger, while at night it is considerably weakened.
② Stand: Stray Cat: Can manipulate the density of the surrounding air.
Both the effective range and power are affected by the intensity of light.
③ Independent Entity (Locked): Fuse with an ordinary living creature, creating an integrated being composed of the creature, a cat, and the Stand.
The resulting entity gains the corresponding traits, instincts, and habits, and can replace Ability ①.] [Upgrade Requirements: ① 0/1000 Points (Not Met) ② A compatible ordinary creature for fusion (Not Met)] [Current Points: 200] Looking at the template glowing with a faint blue light, Unkawa narrowed his eyes slightly.
His first template with Blue-rank potential.
It was also the first template he had obtained by defeating an opponent.
And this ability…
“Manipulating the density of the surrounding air…” A smile appeared on Unkawa’s face.
“Looks like my luck is pretty good today.” The description was brief.
The development potential was enormous.
After only a moment’s thought, countless applications came to mind.
He could compress the air into invisible projectiles.
He could reduce the air density around a target until they suffocated.
He could shape the air into bubbles to imprison enemies.
And then…
Wasn’t Iwagakure famous for its Demolition Corps and the Explosion Release kekkei genkai?
There would be no need to counter Explosion Release with Lightning Release.
Simply lowering the surrounding air density would prevent the explosions from igniting at all.
Another thought crossed his mind.
If he could truly manipulate air density…
Could he force air directly into an enemy’s bloodstream?
That would cause air embolisms, blocking blood vessels and increasing internal pressure.
Cerebral embolism.
Pulmonary embolism.
If enough air entered the circulatory system…
It could even deprive the heart of oxygen, causing a fatal myocardial infarction.
The possibilities were almost endless.
“Of course…” “The prerequisite is having sufficiently precise control over the air.” Unkawa’s eyes flickered as he calmly analyzed the ability’s strengths and weaknesses.
“If the control isn’t strong enough, forget compressed air bullets.” “I probably wouldn’t even be able to force an air bubble into someone’s body.” After all…
It was still just air.
Its greatest advantage was its versatility.
In terms of sharpness, it couldn’t even compare to Konan’s paper.
Its durability was even worse, dispersing with the slightest impact.
Against monsters like Hashirama Senju or the Sage of Six Paths, it probably wouldn’t accomplish much.
But against opponents who still fell within the realm of ordinary humans…
It could become an unexpectedly terrifying weapon.
“The biggest drawback is the reduction in power at night.” “If I accumulate enough points…” “I should try upgrading it and eliminate that weakness.” Perfect.
This trip should provide enough points to close the gap.
“Cough…!” The sound of coughing blood beneath him pulled Unkawa back to reality.
“I almost forgot about you.” Ignoring the Missing-nin leader’s profusely bleeding arms, Unkawa stepped on his face.
The force splattered fresh blood beneath his shoe.
Looking down at the man’s severed wrists, he smiled.
“I’m guessing you can’t perform hand seal-less ninjutsu, can you?” With that, he grabbed the struggling rogue by the collar.
The next instant…
Unkawa and Jiyun disappeared together.
As for the corpses of the passengers and the Missing-nin…
He had no intention of burying them.
When Unkawa killed…
He only handled the killing.
Never the burial.
…
“Lord Unkawa, you’re back.” When Unkawa and Jiyun reappeared, they were once again aboard Uncle Meiyu’s ship.
Only Uncle Meiyu remained on deck.
Little Shigure, Yahiko, and the other children were nowhere to be seen.
It was obvious he had found an excuse to send them into the cabin.
“Don’t worry.” Noticing Jiyun searching for them, Uncle Meiyu explained, “I told them to go to sleep.” Clearly…
He didn’t want the children witnessing something they shouldn’t.
After all, Jiyun’s face was still drenched in blood.
The overwhelming smell of blood clinging to both of them was enough to make anyone uncomfortable.
“…Thank you.” Jiyun quietly withdrew her gaze and gave a slight nod.
“You were very thoughtful, Uncle Meiyu.” Unkawa smiled.
“But you don’t need to worry so much about the orange-haired boy and the blue-haired girl I brought back.” “They’re children with exceptional potential.” “The sooner they become accustomed to this, the better.” Uncle Meiyu paused before lowering his eyes.
“I see…” “What an enviable gift.” “If they can help you in the future…” Jiyun couldn’t help raising an eyebrow.
Something felt strange.
This old man didn’t seem disturbed in the slightest by Unkawa wanting children barely five or six years old to become accustomed to bloody killing scenes.
If anything…
He sounded disappointed.
Disappointed…
That he himself couldn’t help?
“Uncle Meiyu.” Unkawa seemed to read his thoughts immediately.
“You’ve started doubting yourself again.” He gently shook his head.
“Do you remember what I told all of you before?” The words were soft.
Yet they struck Uncle Meiyu like a hammer.
His head snapped upward.
His eyes burned with passion.
“Of course I remember!” He said nothing more.
Instead, he looked at the unconscious Missing-nin leader in Unkawa’s grasp.
A hearty smile returned to his weathered face.
“Leave this one to me.” “I may be living under your protection…” “But if possible, I’d like to keep your hands from being stained with too much blood.” “Otherwise…” “It would only prove how useless we old men have become.” Standing nearby, Jiyun looked at him curiously.
She believed in repaying debts fairly.
Unkawa had saved her life and her brother’s.
She would repay him with two lives.
If that still wasn’t enough…
She would claw her way out of the grave and die once more in place of her younger brother.
But she could tell…
This old man regarded Unkawa differently.
Not fear.
Respect.
It was easy to make people fear you.
Winning their heartfelt respect…
That was far more difficult.
So…
Why?
———————— Clank.
Clank.
Some time later…
Inside a dark, enclosed room…
The chains rattled.
The figure bound to the torture rack slowly stirred before lifting his head.
Darkness still covered his vision.
A hood remained over his face.
The wounds where his hands had been severed had apparently been treated.
For some unknown reason…
His entire body felt powerless.
He couldn’t circulate chakra at all.
“Haa…
haa…” Kosaka Otoko breathed heavily.
That brat…
Is he planning to extract information from me?
If so…
He was wasting his time.
Kirigakure considered betrayal the greatest taboo.
ANBU operatives possessed far more classified information than ordinary shinobi.
Resistance to interrogation was a standard part of their training.
No ordinary genjutsu could pry open his mouth.
Unless…
They possessed a secret technique like the Yamanaka Clan’s mind-reading jutsu.
As long as they can’t break me…
Maybe I can trade the intelligence for my life.
Having resolved to endure no matter what…
Someone suddenly yanked the hood from his head.
The sudden light stabbed painfully into his eyes.
Ignoring the pain, he forced them open.
A man stood before him.
Not that ghost-like boy.
Instead…
It was an elderly man with an honest-looking face.
“…A civilian?” Kosaka Otoko stared in astonishment.
“Where’s that damned brat?” No one answered him.
The old man simply smiled warmly.
“Ninja-sama…” “Have you ever heard…” “…of the punishment known as death by a thousand cuts?”