Hmmmmm!
Yu Namit let out a low, resonant hum as the process completed.
"Fucking sick, Yu!"
Yu Namit pulled away from me, snapping upright in a sharp motion before spinning into a smooth twirl.
The blade and the gem at its tip pulsed with a deep indigo light—as if saying, look at me—while a sense of excitement and contentment flowed through our bond.
I held out my hand.
It drifted over and settled into my grip.
The moment my fingers closed around it, the indigo flared.
Not wildly—but in response.
A soft indigo glow gathered beneath my palm, bleeding along the length of the arcblade and into the gem at its tip. The dark ice around it stirred—slow, shifting currents like water—as faint specks of indigo flickered to life, drawn toward my touch.
I tightened my grip slightly as a cool sensation spread through me.
The glow followed.
Wherever my hand rested, wherever my fingers dragged, the light gathered… as if anchored to me.
"…Yeah," I murmured, turning it slightly.
"I see you."
Up close, the details stood out even more.
The mist coiling along the blade.
The faint runes pulsing beneath the frost.
The way the indigo and black moved—not randomly, but with a kind of quiet intent.
It didn't feel like I was holding something inanimate.
It felt like it was… responding.
A faint warmth lingered beneath the surface—subtle, controlled—barely noticeable unless I focused on it.
I adjusted my grip again.
More naturally this time.
Less hesitant.
"…Alright."
I gave it a small test swing.
The blade cut through the air with a soft, clean whistle.
My eyes lit up slightly.
"Oh—"
I swung it again, this time a little faster.
Whsssh—
Sharper.
Smoother.
A grin tugged at the corner of my mouth.
"…Okay, that's actually sick."
I rolled my wrist, letting the motion flow into another swing—then another—each one more fluid than the last.
It felt… right.
Like it belonged there.
Like it had always belonged there.
Without thinking, I shifted my stance slightly and flicked the staff end forward.
I paused for half a second—
Then, because I couldn't help it—
"…Frost Lance."
Nothing happened.
I blinked.
Then snorted.
"…Yeah, figured."
Still, I swung it again anyway—this time adding a bit more flair, letting the motion exaggerate as if I were casting something.
"Arctic—whatever," I muttered under my breath, half amused.
The blade whistled cleanly through the air, indigo light trailing faintly behind it for just a split second before fading.
I froze.
"…Wait."
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{Ding! Allow system to use Eyes of Analysis to scan Primal Arcblade of Dark Cold?}
[Yes] [No]
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I hesitated for a fraction of a second—partly out of caution, partly out of curiosity.
Just the thought of activating my Eyes of Analysis brought back those phantom pains in my head and eyes—the same sharp, splitting sensations I'd felt earlier.
Gritting my teeth, I tapped [Yes], bracing for the familiar sting.
Instantly, my vision shifted. Lines of faint indigo and black traced beneath the arcblade's surface, illuminating its edges and runes.
Energy flowed into view, as if the blade were breathing—each pulse, each coil of power tracing itself in elegant, systematic veins.
Details I'd never have noticed with the naked eye jumped out—hidden pathways, subtle imperfections, even the faint hum of latent power locked in its core.
Yu Namit thrummed in my hand as though acknowledging my judgment, glowing slightly brighter along its edges.
I blinked.
…Huh.
I waited for it.
The pressure.
The sharp, splitting pain behind my eyes—the kind that made it feel like my skull was being pried apart from the inside.
But it never came.
My grip tightened slightly.
"…That's new."
The analysis continued to flow through my vision—clean, precise… effortless.
No strain.
No backlash.
Just clarity.
A faint crease formed between my brows.
Did it adapt?
Or…
My gaze traced every inch of Yu Namit, the indigo currents beneath its surface still shifting in slow, deliberate patterns.
Is this because of you?
Or the system…?
The thought lingered for a moment as I stared blankly at the gem on the top.
I shrugged internally. I'll just ask the system later and find out.
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{Ding! Analysis complete. Open User Profile to view results!}
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My Eyes of Analysis flickered off as the ding chimed, pulling me out of my thoughts.
I opened the system interface, flicked over to User Profile, and opened it with a small smirk—curious to see what it had to say.
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User: Vesper Evren
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[Equipped]
1 » Fabric of Nothingness
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2 » Yu Namit
Equipment Rank - Mythic Immortal, Growth-Type
Information: When meeting the Dwarven
Crafts Matriarch for a... [Expand]
- Metamorfose Bukiko
Allows Yu Namit to transform into any weapon in the Bukiko. Yu Namit has idle mode in which she can transform into something other than a weapon. Expand the Bukiko through the abilities below:
- Okami Buki
- Devour weapons to expand the Bukiko.
Each weapon consumed strengthens Yu Namit, with even greater gains when claiming the weapon of a defeated enemy. Devoured weapons transfer their traits, which are then integrated into Yu Namit.
- Benkyo Senso
- Yu Namit adapts through training, sweat, blood and war. Each swing, parry, block, strike and energy infusement allows Yu Namit to help the bearer adapt and survive.
Bukiko: 1
» Primal Arcblade of Dark Cold
Information: Yu Namit's first and primary form, born from devouring the Permafrost Bladed Staff and absorbing the Primordial Dark Cold talent from Vesper Evren's blood. Perfectly attuned to its master, it moves and reacts as though it were an extra limb. Can either act as blade or arcane staff.
Stats
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MAG: 115 Million
STR: 110 Million
DEX: 110 Million
DEF: 105 Million
INT: 120 Million
SPD: 115 Million
CRT: 100 Million
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Abilities
- Dark Cold Veil (Skill)
Wraps the blade or user in a shadowy frost, partially conceal presence or deflect attacks.
- Veined Flow Strike (Skill)
Each swing leaves behind veins of dark cold energy on surfaces; enemies touching them are weakened and slowed.
- Dark Cold Sight (Passive)
Enhances vision in extreme cold or dark environments; detects elemental flows and hidden threats.
- Dark Cold Resonance (Passive)
Dark Cold energy lingering in the environment slightly boosts Yu Namit's attacks and energy absorption.
- Mana Reservoir (Passive)
Automatically stores energy drained from enemies or absorbed from Vesper; can release to amplify abilities.
- Bonded Awareness (Passive)
Yu Namit senses Vesper's intentions; moves as an extra limb to assist in attack or defense.
- Arctic Blitz (Spell)
Creates an endless volley of Dark Ice Spears as long as the user maintains sufficient energy. Upon striking an enemy, each spear instantly freezes the target and drains a portion of their energy, converting it into power to further empower the spears. The attack grows stronger with each enemy hit or energy absorbed.
- Umbral Chill Pulse (Spell)
Sends a sweeping wave of Dark Cold energy; slows, chills, and drains energy from all enemies in its path.
- Arctic Winter (Ultimate Spell)
Stab the Arcblade downwards to create a large area-of-effect domain; drastically lowers temperature, slows enemies, drains energy, and enhances Vesper's Cold/Dark abilities.
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I scrolled through the profile once, twice, then froze.
Everything—every single stat, every single ability—was insane. The numbers were astronomical. The spells… the passives… even the quirks of the blade itself. It was beyond anything I'd read about in novels.
My grip tightened on Yu Namit without even thinking. The indigo glow pulsed lightly against my palm, almost like it was laughing—or teasing.
I leaned in, inspecting the intricate etchings on the blade's surface, letting my fingers trace the smooth, icy edge. The mist that still drifted lazily around the Primal Arcblade seemed to coil and twist when I moved it, reacting to me.
"…Okay," I muttered, a spark of excitement igniting inside me. "Let's see what you can really do."
Before I could stop myself, I gave it a small swing.
The air sang as it cut through it, a high, whistling note that left faint indigo streaks in its wake.
I swung again, faster this time, experimenting—twisting my wrist, pivoting, slashing in arcs as though cutting through invisible spells. Each motion left behind faint trails of dark cold energy, glowing briefly before fading.
My grin widened.
"…This… this is way too fun."
I could feel it, too—the bond. Every flick, every pull, every swing Yu Namit responded instantly, perfectly in sync with my intentions. It was almost like it wanted me to test it, to push it, to play with it.
"Haha! Yu, let's see what you've got! Arctic Blitz!"
With that command, the Primal Arcblade pulsed, and the first jagged spear of indigo-black ice shot forward. It hissed through the air, leaving a faint trail of frost in its wake.
My eyes widened as more spears formed almost instantly, each one crackling with Dark Cold energy.
They darted through the training room, slicing and spinning, striking the walls, the floor, the ceiling, leaving frozen dark spots on the surfaces.
The air was instantly thick with cold, yet I didn't feel it against my skin—I could feel the energy pulsing through Yu Namit, responsive to my intentions.
"Whoa… look at them go!" I muttered, adjusting my stance as I extended my hand slightly.
The spears obeyed, subtly curving to movements, forming a controlled volley that hit the floor, leaving a dark icy mess.
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