Chapter 115: Inheritance, Open Acknowledgment!
[Ding]
[Obtained 5% Template Inheritance Progress!]
[Ding]
[Congratulations to the host. Ability: Sword Intent has broken through its limits and evolved into the ability: Sword Soul!]
[Sword Soul: The soul of the Path of the Sword. The will shall never be extinguished, the intent of the blade shall never fade!]
A deep, thunderous impact echoed through his body.
And at that very moment, the "shackles" binding Akira were finally released.
The power of his past surged back in all at once. The Chains of Heaven, the King of the Shadowkhan—every force he had inherited and perfectly fused together returned to him in full.
At this instant, Akira reached his peak once more, restoring all of his original strength.
The three core templates:
[Enkidu]
[King of the Shadowkhan]
[Tsugikuni Yoriichi]
Now, they had merged together in perfect harmony.
Enkidu granted Akira overwhelming power.
The Shadow Monarch gave him dominion and an army.
And Tsugikuni Yoriichi gave him technique and skill.
Different worlds followed different rules, and their points of focus were naturally not the same.
In the world of Fate—especially during the Age of the Gods in Mesopotamia, where Enkidu originated—humans still lived side by side with the gods on the same land.
And Enkidu was the strongest weapon created by the gods themselves. From the moment of his birth, he possessed supreme strength.
However, as a consequence, when it came to pure technique, he was slightly lacking.
That didn't mean Enkidu was unskilled.
As one of the Two Kings of Uruk, the King of Beasts who could stand toe-to-toe with the King of Heroes, Gilgamesh, it was impossible for him to have any fatal weakness in that regard.
To put it simply, it was like the difference between a billionaire and an ordinary person.
When a billionaire spent money, the smallest unit they thought in was "tens of thousands."
For an ordinary person, ten thousand alone was already an enormous sum.
An ordinary person had to carefully calculate even a single dollar.
Meanwhile, the wealthy treated tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands as something trivial.
To Akira, [Enkidu] was that billionaire.
And [Tsugikuni Yoriichi] was the ordinary person.
Even though Yoriichi possessed extraordinary talent—talent so brilliant it made others envious, something they could never reach in their entire lives, and the absolute peak of the Demon Slayer world—compared to Enkidu, he still lagged far behind, separated by a gap as deep as a vast chasm.
But precisely because his power was limited—so limited that every fragment mattered—every single part of it had to be used absolutely, every drop squeezed to its utmost potential, pushed beyond its limits to produce the strongest possible effect.
Now, when the [Power] of Enkidu fused with the [Skill] of Tsugikuni Yoriichi, the growth Akira gained was nothing short of terrifying.
As for the [King of the Shadowkhan], it granted him a horrifying reserve of magical energy, along with a massive army of shadow soldiers.
Individual strength.
Group strength.
Personal technique.
Now, Akira lacked nothing.
[Ding]
[Congratulations to the host. The third template has been perfectly inherited. Would you like to open the inheritance of the fourth template?]
"For now, no!"
The system's voice rang out, and Akira rejected it without the slightest hesitation.
Good grief. He had just finished defeating the final boss, and there were still people at home waiting for him to return safely. If he opened the next inheritance and got thrown into another world again, that would be a real disaster.
Even if there was a hundredfold difference in the flow of time, who knew how long he would be gone?
If I don't come back, who knows how they'll react back home…
"Sometimes, being too strong isn't a good thing either."
Akira lifted his gaze to the sky. As his power returned, he could faintly feel this world itself pushing back against his existence.
Right now, he could only unleash about eighty percent of his true strength.
Maybe it was because this was a world with a low level of mystery. An existence like Yukinoshita Akira was already not much different from a world-ending Demon King. It was only natural for the world itself to respond.
A rush of wind swept past him.
Now that his power had fully recovered and Kibutsuji Muzan had been erased, Akira could finally breathe easy.
His body slowly floated up into the air, then shot forward toward his home. At his current speed, it would only take him a few minutes to arrive.
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Inside the apartment, four people were sitting together, their faces clearly filled with worry.
"It's almost six in the morning already. I wonder how Akira is doing over there…"
Yukinoshita Haruno once again glanced at the clock on the wall, her heart heavy with anxiety.
Unlike the others, she had already taken that final step with Akira. They were no longer just close—they were already in a relationship as a man and a woman, like an engaged couple.
Not far away, Yukinoshita Yukino also looked deeply worried, her eyes occasionally drifting toward the door.
Even Hiratsuka Shizuka, who had been called in the middle of the night, now looked restless. This outstanding student of hers absolutely could not be allowed to come to harm.
Only Busujima Saeko sat calmly. She had even brewed herself a cup of tea and was sipping it slowly.
It wasn't that she didn't care.
On the contrary, she trusted the man she had acknowledged.
Because of that, she firmly believed that no matter who this Kibutsuji Muzan was, Akira would defeat him and return safely.
A soft click echoed through the quiet room.
In the stillness before dawn, the sound of a key turning in the lock was unusually clear.
A moment later, the door swung open, and a figure stepped inside.
When they saw him, the hearts that had been hanging in their chests finally settled back into place.
But a second later, Haruno realized something was different.
The man standing in front of her had changed quite a bit compared to the "Yukinoshita Akira" she had known before.
The mark on his forehead was gone.
His hair, which had once been black with a faint reddish edge, was now a pure, deep black.
And from his body radiated an aura that made her instinctively want to kneel and worship.
If the "Yukinoshita Akira" she had known before was a human…
Then the "Yukinoshita Akira" standing here now was no different from a god.
"I'm home…"
Akira smiled as he spoke to the women in the room.
The tension on Yukinoshita Yukino's face immediately melted away.
Busujima Saeko showed a faint smile.
Even Hiratsuka Shizuka couldn't help but smile along with them.
"What happened to you? What exactly occurred out there?"
At that moment, Haruno suddenly asked.
The other three looked at her in confusion.
Only Akira was briefly taken aback—then he understood.
"Hm~, how should I explain this? In short, the me right now has recovered my original power. I'm not an ordinary person anymore~~~"
He said it lightly.
But to the four women standing in front of him, it didn't sound light at all.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Uh… well, actually…"
Since things had already reached this point, Akira could no longer keep hiding it.
He began to explain—simply and carefully—talking about his identity, while still concealing the existence of the system and the world he had come from before.
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