May 1st?For obvious reasons, when Tobio thought about the types of testing that went into determining the ins and outs of bloodline limits, Konoha's facilities weren't depicted very favorably. His mind always drifted back to Orochimaru's ghastly experiments under the vilge proper. Of Danzo's ruthless, brutal efficiency and lust for power, driving those with biological gifts to new limits. That wasn't the most fair assumption on his part, but the manga and anime had not been very positive about how Konoha's medical testing was shown. If they'd had Tsunade, he was sure the entire medic-nin operation would have been an entirely different beast, seeing as she was the foremost practitioner in her field.

  When Tekuno-sensei dragged him to the hospital, at long st, to get his bloodline inspected, that's what he thought he was walking into. The reality, however, was far more mundane than being vivisected or mind-fucked. Pleasantly so, since a lot of the equipment was roughly analogous to what he'd seen or expected in his old life if a bit dated considering that the technology of Naruto's world capped out at around the nineties. Barring the odd piece of specialty-made schizotech here and there for insane ninja experiments or ancient relics from older civilizations. Stuff like X-ray equipment, an MRI machine, heartbeat monitor, and more standard sights besides. Compared to the technological base of, say, Takigakure, though?

  Konoha might as well have been in another world entirely.

  Pretty much the moment that he and Tekuno had arrived at the hospital, he was immediately subjected to a battery of tests. While Tobio knew a bit about his 'bloodline' through the original Mixed Blood perk, that didn't mean he had the hard and fast details about how those details measured out practically. Strong enough to punch through a brick wall, yet how did 'speed to outrun light cavalry' compare with other Genin in his age range and cohort? Tobio felt like he'd probably overpower and outspeed anyone who wasn't Neji or Rock, sure, though that was just a feeling. That was before getting into his poison resistance, which naturally made him, unfortunately, more resistant to most mundane treatments, given all medicine was just correctly dosaged poison.

  He hadn't even begun to mention whatever bullshit had kept him alive after his suicide attack on Suien. Tobio had a suspicion of the mechanics of how it worked, yet he'd only tangentially touched the wiki entries surrounding Tsukihime before he'd been dumped here. The exact specifics were a little esoteric to him, unfortunately, how a Death Resistive Body even worked, beyond the obvious hints in the name. So, everything that they foisted onto him was welcome if it meant he'd finally figure out what the fuck was going on inside of his physiology.

  The tests started pretty simple, like the basic hand-eye coordination you'd put a child through when taking them to a pediatrician. Tobio was leagues stronger, faster, and wiser than the st time he was twelve, but that just meant their standards for health were a little higher than what he could recall. Looking into his eyes, in a meticulous test that Tobio suspected was meant to notice any irregurities that'd hint at a dōjutsu. It'd become a little obvious when the vision test they administered got down to text so tiny that he'd have needed insane visual acuity to pick up what was written. Next, they tested his lung capacity, heart rate, and resting vital signs, as well as a simple hearing test to check if anything in his auditory range was abnormal.

  For those, he'd passed with flying colors, better than the average, but nothing that seemed too unusual given a cursory examination. However, that streak of retive normality was not bound to hold for very long.

  "Can you repeat that?" Tekuno asked, blinking over at the shinobi in front of them.

  Iō was a pretty rexed, composed member of the medical-nin corps, who seemed hesitant as he looked over the X-ray in his hands. "Well, if I'm being entirely honest, Tobio's bone density is…off the charts. The only comparable results I could even think of, is that of some Kaguya cadavers we recovered in one of the past wars."

  The older man squinted at the X-ray of Tobio's body, as if it personally offended him. "And frankly, I'm still not sure if your boy wouldn't have them beat. This is the most perfect set of bones I've ever seen in my life."

  "Isn't that normal?" Tobio asked, frowning softly. Honestly, he had no idea how bone healing was supposed to work, he just knew how his worked. Somewhat.

  "Not to this extent," Iō bluntly stated. "I'm talking that there's not even the slightest hint of past trauma to your entire skeleton, no microfractures, no little marks of wear and tear."

  It might have been surprising for them, but Tobio knew that Calcium had said that his skeleton would always stay in pristine condition. Even fractured as he was from his fall back in Takigakure, it'd pieced him back together perfectly. That perk may not have been the fshiest, yet it was still nice to see that his investment had borne out after all this time.

  Iō paused, humming softly. "Kid, do you feel like you can do anything with your bones?"

  "No," Tobio frankly stated, having an inkling of what the man might have been thinking of. As cool as the Dead Bone Pulse would have been to have, he didn't possess that particur bloodline.

  Shaking his head, the man pushed it back into the file, muttering softly. "Then we'll put absurd bone density, strength, and healing as one of the findings of our investigation and keep moving forward."

  After that, they went through the process of seeing where he stood in terms of his might and dexterity. Those weren't quite as arming for the staff, given that a twelve-year-old possessing his specific combination of power and swiftness was uncommon, but hardly unheard of. What really seemed to throw them for a loop, even as they had him on a treadmill or lifting weights, was that the sensor who'd been overseeing all the tests noted that his chakra levels hadn't changed.

  At all.

  That was when they got very interested in the exact mechanics of that process. Taijutsu functioned by directly accessing the user's physical and mental energies, bypassing the need to mold chakra at all, even if it could be used for techniques. But whatever Tobio was doing, as far as the sensor equipped in the hospital could tell, was not even touching those. And why would it, considering it was the baseline of his body, something extant from chakra as a whole?

  "Do you feel any pain or an active switch you need to hit to access your heightened physical capabilities?" Iō asked, furiously scribbling down on his notepad.

  "Is that unusual if he doesn't?" Tekuno asked, eyebrows scrunching together.

  "Yes," Iō bluntly stated, shamelessly answering, a mildly feverish glint in his eyes. "You don't understand. The principles of amplified strength by chakra, or the two constituent energies that make them up, are well understood. It's been studied for longer than I've been alive, and will probably continue to be studied well after we're all gone."

  Then, he pointed Tobio's way, slightly sweating after stepping off the treadmill they'd been using for testing. "This is outside of that dichotomy, that system, the dogma from which almost all known medical theory stems. It's like...natural energy, maybe, but I wouldn't even begin to know where to test that. Maybe if we had a Sage here they'd be able to tell for sure if it's reted, but..."

  The man trailed off, for perfectly understandable reasons. They'd need someone who understood the sage arts to verify, yet the people who knew anything about them were not avaible. Tobio felt a little bad about giving this guy an existential crisis concerning his entire field of study. Still, it wasn't like he was going to come out and say an otherworldly System granted him an upgraded body. Or that the metaphysics of his body worked off principles that no one in the world was prepared to begin studying, just because they couldn't.

  As far as this man was concerned, Tobio's body was a Mystery.

  "Let's table any further investigation then, until you guys figure out a new tactic to take," his sensei suggested, reaching out to cp Tobio on the shoulder. "What's next?"

  Following the physical investigation, a more detailed examination was conducted of his cognitive abilities. He'd already been taking full advantage of his crystal clear memory for ages, but this was the first time anyone else had seen how crisp his mind was. It didn't matter what kind of logic test he was working off, because his IQ markers were closer to the Nara average than anything else. His eidetic memory allowed him to scan a long, drawn-out page of highly complex information and rattle it off with picture-perfect precision, mostly because he'd retained the information in his mind. The only thing they didn't pick up on was the fact that his learning speed had been ramped up, though perhaps that was because they'd assumed it'd improved simply by his newfound intake of information.

  They were no less baffled by the following attempts to sedate him. Some of the Takigakure vilge records they'd retrieved (confiscated by threat) of his medical treatment had spoken of how he'd required enough sedatives to kill a dozen men over, in order to have him in a medical coma. Wisely distrusting in the medical prowess of a podunk Hidden Vilge over their own, the medic-nin tried to sedate him.

  And failed.

  "It kinda smells funny," Tobio admitted, holding a rag up to his face. "Was this supposed to do anything?"

  "Tobio, you're holding a rag drenched in chloroform," Tekuno ftly stated.

  He blinked. "Oh. Should it be doing something?"

  His sensei and the medic-nin, standing on the other side of the room to stay away from the noxious fumes, nodded in unison.

  "...Maybe try something stronger?"

  It was made painfully clear that standard sedatives wouldn't work on him. Even the mild paralytic poisons they had didn't do anything but somewhat make his skin prickle when they pricked his fingers to test them out. Personally, Tobio was looking forward to the first person who'd try and use poison on him to be painfully surprised when it didn't do jack shit.

  However, what threw the medical personnel for a loop were the tentative tests of his flesh's durability.

  "What is this?"

  One of the women personnel, Oyone, was examining his blood and skin cells under a microscope. Whatever she'd seen, it was enough to make the woman exasperated, her tone thick with disbelief.

  Another of her teammates, Sukui, wandered over. "What is it?"

  "…Double-check this to make sure I'm not crazy."

  The gsses-wearing woman swapped pces with her fellow medic-nin as she looked at what was underneath the microscope. And then went quiet as her lips pursed together, and she looked up from the scope to peer over at Tobio.

  It didn't seem like whatever they saw was bad, but they appeared as if they were a bit confused by it. Maybe that was good. If he had to have a public bloodline, it would be better to let it be something that scientists and specialists couldn't easily scrutinize.

  "Is there something the matter?" Tobio asked, sitting on a nearby examination table. The point where they'd extracted his blood had already clotted, closed, and was well on its way to visibly healing. For something that minor, though, he wasn't surprised.

  "Nothing's wrong," Oyone carefully stated. "But from what we can tell, your cells when damaged just…"

  "Just what?"

  Sukui was the one who answered, eyebrows furrowed together. "They're joining themselves back together in ways that honestly shouldn't even be possible when they've lost most of their cellur cohesion. I'm going to make a supposition that writ rge on your body, it'll maintain structural integrity, even if the damage itself hasn't healed. Prolonging life, maybe...?"

  That was enough to make him a little confused. "That's a precise way to think about it."

  "It's the correct way to think about it," Sukui shot back. "From what we can tell, your body should continue to operate to an unknown degree when damaged, but to test it out, we'd need to put you under particur amounts of physical trauma. For obvious reasons, that's not appropriate; we'll have to observe, and hope that our guesses are somewhat correct. If we had better jutsu or more specialized technicians, we could give better answers. As it is now, this is mostly conjecture."

  That did make a degree of sense. All of the medic-nin in Konoha were perfectly good at their jobs, but that didn't mean they were medical prodigies like Tsunade, Orochimaru, or Kabuto. Expecting them to divine the secrets of his body from some beginning tests was a bit unreasonable.

  "I think we'll call the testing there for today," Tekuno-sensei interjected, shooting Sukui a smile. "Thanks for helping set this up, Sukui."

  "Well, it was the least I could do for a friend…"

  "Oh-ho, I'm only a friend now?"

  "Stop it, you cad! You know what I mean!" She didn't seem angry, so much as there was the lightest dusting of pink on her cheeks, as she giggled at Tekuno's teasing and antics.

  Slowly but surely, Tobio came to the horrifying realization that his sensei was flirting with this woman and did his best to tune out the rest of the conversation. Even if it did seem like Tekuno managed to nd some pns on a ter evening with Sukui. Respect to Tekuno, the man seemed to have some degree of game.

  Charisma wasn't one of his dump stats.

  By that point, they were leaving the hospital, after a long day spent running him through a battery of tests. Tobio was tired, if only mentally, as he trudged out with his sensei, sighing softly.

  Tekuno gnced over to the boy, one eyebrow arching softly. "What's the matter?"

  "Just wondering if I should focus on this, as opposed to…everything else I've got going on," he admitted. "Ninjutsu, kenjutsu, taijutsu, sealing…I've got a full pte of stuff I'm trying to pick up."

  That made Tekuno hum thoughtfully as he walked alongside his student. Tobio appreciated that the man wasn't answering immediately, but instead was taking the time to think out a response properly.

  "I can't tell you whether or not you should go down this road," Tekuno-sensei bluntly admitted. "What I can say is that your bloodline is not a burden or a curse. It's part of you, for better or worse, and denying the usefulness of a tool like that in your arsenal would be foolish."

  When put into words like that, Tobio couldn't exactly disagree without coming off a little petuntly, could he?

  "Alright," the Genin nodded. "Let's see what this body of mine is capable of."

  "And we'll be sure to document it for anyone else that comes after you," his sensei assured him. "You've got the chops to make your own Cn if I'm being honest. When it comes to bloodline limits, yours…is certainly useful in our line of work."

  The ability to stave off death in increasingly unnatural ways and some measure of control over his own blood? There were worse birthrights for him to be given from the System, or to pass on to any future kids of his own.

  Now it was time to see what that really meant for him.

  The next couple of days of training, following the medical evaluation, were rather interesting. If only because Tobio got to see where his foreknowledge regarding the Nasuverse was pertinent, and where it fell a bit short of what he was looking for. Not that it was useless, but there was an enormous gulf between what some perfectly remembered wiki article told him should be happening, and what was going on before his very eyes.

  It meant that, for better or worse, he was in, frankly, uncharted territory. Most bloodlines in Konoha, even the rare ones like that of the Kurama cn, had some internal documentation on what to expect. There were the odd curveballs, unique expressions, or top secrets…but usually, they had an idea of what to expect. Inuzuka knew how to utilize their bestial traits to enhance their jutsu. Uchiha, reduced down to Sasuke in the vilge, still possessed a retively documented progression for their magic eyes. The Hyūga were a massive cn, with an extensive series of martial arts explicitly specialized for their brand of visual chicanery.

  Tobio, on the other hand, didn't have any of that.

  He was walking a trail all of his own, the very first of his bloodline. Hopefully, not the st, if he managed to survive the next few years of overwhelming bullshit. This meant that he would have to try to be a trailbzer and discover what he could do for all the Oni-blooded idiots who would come after him.

  That in and of itself was a daunting proposition, he'd admit. However, there was no point in compining about his plight. Doing so wouldn't make the work ahead of him any easier, and he threw himself into it with relish. Although admittedly, the medical reports did provide him with general guidelines on where to direct his ambitions and the first steps in exploring his new power.

  Blood or flesh? Both of them had something unusual going on, just because of the exploratory studies done by the medic-nin. Either seeing if he could control the reactions and movement of his blood, or looking into the nature of his metamorphic, survival-inclined flesh. For the sake of sheer survivability, against all threats, Tobio sprung for probing the secrets of his muscle and gristle first and foremost.

  As cool as figuring out some haemokinetic Blood Release would have been, this was likely better for now. Unfortunately, the means through which he'd have to figure out how to shift around and control his body left something to be desired.

  Tekuno eyed him dubiously, as Tobio lifted a kunai to the back of his hand. "I have some reservations about this."

  "Why? S'not like you're the one that's going to be bleeding."

  "Don't get smart with me," the older man scowled, eyes flicking down to the sharp point of the kunai. "There's gotta be a better way to test this."

  To that, Tobio could only shrug with a grimace of his own. "Let's break down my options here. I need a degree of damage that I can focus on, which means either small, self-inflicted cuts, or actively getting hard bruises across my body. Either way, I've got to get a little hurt to test this out and get the hang of things."

  He briefly considered relying solely on ctic acid build-up and the standard tearing of his muscles through exercise as a method to train this power. The big problem with that was Tobio's own body. He was suffering from success in that the bar for that sort of exhaustion and damage to his own physiology was so high that it just wasn't reasonable for sustained training.

  Thus, the cutting.

  "Just…don't overdo it, alright?" Tekuno asked, reaching out to rest a hand on Tobio's shoulder. "There's no rush on getting stronger. You've got years ahead of you."

  How could Tobio even verbalize the insanity that was about to take pce in the next few years? Hiruzen's death, the invasion of Konoha, the crazy, madcap war against an army of reanimated shinobi if he didn't manage to put Kabuto in the ground beforehand. All of that was on his head, presuming the events he'd remembered from the manga and anime were still going to happen.

  Better a pleasant lie to his sensei than a truth that strained belief.

  "Maybe we won't run into another Jōnin on a mission. Perhaps we won't reencounter insurmountable odds. Maybe, maybe, maybe…" Tobio gave his sensei a wan smile. "I won't want to have any regrets about not taking every opportunity to get stronger. So…yeah, I've got to do this."

  There was a sad look in Tekuno's eyes at those words. It wasn't pity, so much as the older man looked more profoundly aged underneath the weight of Tobio's admission than anything else. Resignation, perhaps.

  "…Then I won't stop you. I…understand, what it's like have those types of thoughts," Tekuno admitted. "Just make sure you won't regret the things you do for power after it's all said and done with."

  "If my friends and I are alive to regret it, then I'll count that as a victory anyway."

  Making a slice to the back of his hand with a kunai, Tobio began his bloodline training in earnest. There were, unsurprisingly, some upsides and downsides as he began to explore the internal mechanics of his Death Resistive Body.

  Magical energy was fundamentally different than chakra, at least in terms of what he recalled of it from his memories. Chakra was a combination of physical and spiritual energy, whereas his own magical reserves were more of a well he could draw from at will. The downsides of doing so, though, tended to be just about as bad, if not worse, than outright chakra exhaustion.

  Things like being cooked alive, for example. But Tobio suspected that his own usage of his oni-based power was more… atavistic than a Magus would experience with magic circuits. His limitations at the time were primarily due to a ck of experience and efficiency.

  It was one thing to understand that, logically, your body was supposed to respond to your wishes and will. To automatically or purposefully close wounds under the weight of your cognition. But it was a whole other ballpark to make sustained progress with molding a brand new form of energy to that end.

  If it hadn't been for Depths of the Mind, honing his training and mind, he didn't think he'd have made all that much progress with the process. Yet bit by bit, Tobio was getting somewhere. Just like the medic-nin had said, he wasn't healing himself when he pushed his magical energy to stop a wound from bleeding out.

  A more accurate way of describing it would be active triage, where he reinforced his body's capability to stay functioning. Mostly by suppnting key, and critical functions with magical energy. When he cut himself, he didn't heal the wound, Tobio merely used his magic to will the wound to stop bleeding, and keep the overall structural integrity of flesh around the wound retively stable.

  So far, it wasn't full-blown self-biokinesis, but it was quite effective in terms of his newfound ability to staunch his wounds. In time, Tobio was reasonably certain he could achieve a more sustained negation of damage to his body. And eventually, he could maybe even figure out how to change his flesh in ways that went beyond this limited region of effects.

  As dangerous as this realm of exploration might have been, there was some potential in making specific alterations to his body. Especially when it came to the points where the Eight Gates managed chakra flow inside of his body.

  Food for thought, for another day, as he received a more pleasant surprise after he tentatively developed the 'Wound Staunching Technique'.

  [HIDDEN QUEST COMPLETED: DEVELOP YOUR FIRST BLOODLINE JUTSU.]

  [REWARD: CHOOSE BETWEEN 1x MINOR MIGHT, DOMINION, ARTIFICE, OR ERUDITION PERK ROLL.]?

  The sudden completion of a quest he hadn't even known about was a bit of a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. No, for him, the real question was which of these two he wanted to grab. He'd been going fairly hard on Might perks of te, but Erudition had been pretty good tely too. Depths of the Mind had been an Erudition perk, and arguably one of the most valuable picks he'd snagged recently. The others weren't too shabby either, as he'd picked up his asauchi from Artifice in the first pce, and Dominion was where he'd grabbed Sworn Brotherhood.

  Did it make all the blood he shed worth it?

  …Tobio couldn't even lie to himself; he'd have done worse things to himself for immediate power. The nature of the System was intoxicating like that. Being so directly rewarded for giving in to the most impulsive, dangerous thoughts at the back of his mind at a moment's notice could make him develop some bad habits.

  At some point in the middle of the month, however, there was a much more exciting bit of news from Tekuno-sensei.

  "I've got your training weights."

  Never before had Tobio been more excited at the drop of a hat, as his eyes lit up at his sensei's words. "Really?!"

  So far, his physical training had been gging behind his other training, though with good reason. He started at the baseline of punching through brick walls, and running fast enough to keep up with cavalry horses. It was hard to get the kind of conditioning you needed training to improve on that, unless you had Might Guy as your sensei.

  Understandably, he was itching to make some real, forward progress there.

  In Tekuno's hands were some heavy weights, equipped with straps, and no small amount of fūinjutsu. The part of him that was a burgeoning seal aficionado was somewhat interested in the mechanics behind that…but it was overshadowed by his interest in using them.

  "How do they work? Do I just sp em' on, or…?" Tobio asked, approaching to inspect them curiously, hands flexing at his sides.

  "It's a touchy bit of seal work, but the basics is that there's an activated and deactivated state," Tekuno expined, gesturing to the weights in his hands. "They operate not entirely unlike storage seals, but with modur sealing so you can tune the internal weights to give you the best resistance."

  That…was a lot more complex than he would have thought possible. Then again, Tobio remembered plenty of insane shit being done with fūinjutsu in the series. If the Sage and his brother managed to bind their rabbit-mommy and create the entire fucking moon of the setting, then the ceiling for the art was well beyond anything he could conceive of.

  "It sounds expensive."

  "It was," his sensei admitted, shrugging shamelessly. "But I'd be a shitty teacher if I didn't splurge a little on my students every so often. Eventually, we'll have to upgrade you to the Four Limbs Weighting Seal, but this should do…for now."

  Getting the weights on was a little bit tricky, but Tobio couldn't deny the results, as he did his best to try and move around his arms and legs. For almost the first time in months, he was forced to a more normal range of motion and strength. Beyond the initial tricky adjustment period of getting used to moving, he had to say…

  …He liked it.

  Being so strong and fast was a good thing, and it had kept him alive where other Genin would have certainly perished. That wasn't anything he had an issue with. But, the Mixed Blood would have been lying if he said that the enforced normalcy didn't feel good. After living in a world of cardboard, he was back to something that remotely approached what other people felt.

  Arms crossed and watching Tobio's stomping, unsteady first steps across the training ground, Tekuno smirked, arching a brow at his student. "How's it feel?"

  "Good," Tobio confirmed. "Anything I need to be aware of, though?"

  "Not much. Just don't wear it on missions. It's one thing to wear it in the vilge, for training, but unless you have a reason to hold back in the field…don't."

  That made Tobio frown. "Shouldn't I try to hold back some of what my bloodline can do?"

  "Maybe, but I'd rather listen to some old fogies bitch and moan than have to bring you back in a body storage seal."

  Once again, he was reminded of how fortunate he was to have a teacher as dedicated to their Genin as this one. Tobio hoped that all the other Jōnin were as dedicated as Tekuno, because if they weren't… Team Eleven was about to sweep the exams.

  All of the options of what to spend his perks on were pretty good if he was being honest. Tobio wasn't pressed to expand his capabilities in any one way or another, so he had the singur pleasure of being able to choose wholly at his discretion. And honestly, he found that he didn't mind it at all.

  The big thing for himself was that he was greedy. Learning more magical abilities, or knowledge, always came to the forefront when it came to the options of what he could snag. It was fine to be an unkilble juggernaut, but being able to cast more ridiculous spells was also very, very fun. Which meant that Tobio already had a good idea of what he wanted to do.

  Erudition was the only real choice for him.

  In the privacy of his own apartment once again, he felt that internal reservoir of his swell with might, as new possibilities blossomed inside of him. Reaching out, with a suite of perks fshing before him. As usual, each and every one of them was decent, at the very least.

  Revival of XThe God of High SchoolIt is the belief of some that you cannot be a true master of the Martial Arts until you have contributed a creation of your own, instead of just learning from others. Whether you believe it or not, you have an inborn talent and ability to create a martial art, one that will perfectly fit you. You do not start with some fully built style embedded in your mind, rather you will occasionally, in the heat of battle gain a burst of inspiration that will result in the creation of a new technique in your own personal style, one suited for the battle you are in at that moment. As the years go by and you fight more and more impressive battles, your own personal style will form around your achievements, filled with techniques fitting to you and your own style of fighting, as well as the opponents you have conquered in the past.Inert VisionsGenshin ImpactWhen a Vision user dies, their Vision does not simply vanish with them. It becomes inert, losing the glow it once had. For most it would become a simple trinket, good for little other than decoration. However should someone 'worthy' pick up one of these Visions, they have a chance of reawakening it for themselves. You have collected several dead Visions. Seven in fact, one for each element.Limit BreakFinal Fantasy VIIAlright, so you see that fighting style and weapon type you favor now with the above option? There's a special ability you can now use with those, called a Limit Break. As you fight, deal successful attacks, or take damage, an inner rage will steadily build within you. This doesn't really impact your behavior or fighting ability to any detriment, but once this energy has built up, you can unleash a devastating super move based on your fighting style using that rage. This can range from a superpowered jump and ssh attack, punching someone so hard a dolphin manifests to join the uppercut, dice that have random effects between anything from instant death for you or your enemies, even temporarily turning into some humanoid monster...this Limit Break lets you temporarily defy the logic of the world to unleash these attacks on your foes. However, once you've used them once, your rage empties and you must regain that inner anger to unleash another attack. Transformative Limit Breaks st until the battle has ended, though you mercifully keep control of yourself.

  You may customize your own starting Limit Break, being just about anything so long as it doesn't eclipse the stronger magic of this world...a good Summon or Magic materia will cause more widespread destruction than most Limit Breaks. As you grow stronger, you will learn more and more Limit Breaks, each more useful or damaging than the st so long as they stick to your theme and chosen fighting style. Once you've learned three levels of Limit Break, a fourth 'ultimate' move will become avaible to you either through intense fighting experience or hidden in a manual somewhere in the world that will require a substantial amount of effort to locate.

  Post-jump, you will learn all four levels of your personal Limit Breaks regardless of your experience and efforts (or ck thereof). As you grow stronger throughout your chain, you may learn new variants and Limit Break techniques that complement your new skills and abilities, each requiring more effort than the st...though thankfully, all you have already learned will grow in strength with you.

  The first wasn't too fshy, but it'd functionally serve him his entire career. Kami knew that Tobio was going to get into enough life-and-death fights over the next few years if things continued as they were. So he'd get some good mileage out of creating something more bespoke, especially if it could be passed down to someone else afterward.

  Visions were the inherent power system of Genshin Impact, and were…pretty good, if memory served. Theoretically, if someone walked down the path of power with one, a person could become a god. But most Vision users never managed to make it that far. That didn't mean it wasn't a solid purchase, though.

  And then there was a goddamn Limit Break. Within reason, they had the potential to be incredibly damaging, outsized effects that would grow over time. He'd even start with one, which made it a solid investment right then and there.

  The real choice was what did he need…?

  All of the perks were, objectively, very useful. That didn't mean he wouldn't take out Inert Visions from the running first, though. They could be stolen or taken as discrete objects, unless he misunderstood things about Genshin Impact. Relying on his asauchi was one thing, because that was a manifested portion of his soul. This bridge was too far, even if he would have liked to hand them off to his friends and future allies.

  Limit Break genuinely did hurt him to set aside, too, though. Passing on the ability hurt him as someone who was always a big fan of Final Fantasy VII. However, he'd admit that the ck of internal cohesion in the other parts of his toolkit tilted him toward the st perk.

  God of High School was a fandom he'd only been tangentially aware of, before he'd been dropped into the world of Naruto. But that didn't mean he wouldn't admit to being intrigued by the possibility of forming his own cohesive fighting style. Everything he'd possessed so far was more or less scattershot in terms of how it connected to each other.

  Providing that skeletal framework and the possibility to join his disparate abilities together was worth a perk. It wasn't as if he'd been expecting to pick up anything here regardless, so in the end, he bought it and went along with the given results happily.

  Making his choice on Revival of X, Tobio felt his internal chamber swell once more, before the strange feeling dissipated. Nothing changed right on the spot, but he hadn't been expecting anything different. It was a perk that only grew better the more he was tempered in battle.

  Another reason to grow more excited for the upcoming exams. For now...

  He was going to pull off his training weights and alleviate the ache in his body. For now, he'd have to savor that forward momentum that the burn in his muscles represented, and continue on.