Mrama walked forward. He no longer smiled and instead gritted his teeth.

‘An Ancestral Ability that blocks all physical attacks…?’ He questioned to himself, ‘It’s like attacking a giant rubberband… it will always attack me back with even more force.’

He clenched his left fist, “Even a rubber band has a limit.” He muttered under his breath, “If I give you enough force, you will crumble like dust!”

Out of nowhere, he grinned again, “Thank you for that attack!” He said, “I am even stronger now!”

He sprinted forward, Malon also racing toward the slug now that he was more confident.

Mrama clenched his left fist as hard as possible, nearing tearing his own muscles as hardened his arm.

“DIE!” He roared as the two came mere feet from each other.

Malon clenched his jaw as he put his shield over his shoulder and rammed upwards like a bull.

Mrama lunged with his legs and drove his punch from his hips, using the momentum of his entire body to thrust his fist forward.

*BANG*

Malon was thrown onto his back, his shield suddenly shrinking.

As he faced the sky, blood and guts fell on and around him… the exploded remains of Mrama.

He smiled, “Hahaha! I did it!” He rejoiced. But then, a piece of meat fell onto his face.

That was when he got up, placed his shield above his head, and ran as fast as he could.

“Disgusting!” He exclaimed, getting far enough away.

He turned, looking at the remains of the bastard slug.

‘I wonder what the main flaw of his Ancestral Ability was… Boon Of Janus The Transitioner…’

At that moment, a glow of Aura captured his eyes.

It came from the glabella of Mrama’s face. It was a red light flickering in the air.

It paused, and then suddenly sped toward Malon.

The moosh furrowed his brows, abruptly raising his shield.

‘A last attack!?’ He confusedly thought.

The red spark traveled through his shield as if it wasn’t even there, and assaulted his forehead.

“ARGH!” He exclaimed, feeling a sudden explosion of pain throughout his entire body.

He fell to his knees, grabbing his head in pain.

‘What is this!? I feel like my head is going to explode!’

The pain traveled from his brain down to his Aura core.

He could feel this pain as if it were its own object moving around inside of his body–radiating waves of excruciating pain.

He felt it attempt to remain at his Aura core, but failed to do this. It kept trying but was pushed out again and again.

‘Why are you trying to enter my Aura core!? My Ancestral Ability is already there!’ Malon shouted inwardly, squeezing his stomach.

‘Damn it!’ He yelled inside, his brain racing as he thought of ways to stop this.

‘Somewhere to go… where can I let it go inside of my body that won’t hurt me!?’ He knew it clearly didn’t want to go anywhere else for some reason.

From what he understood in this short moment, he needed something that was a part of his own body, but also something that didn’t cause him pain.

Yet, normally, everything apart of one’s body would cause. Especially for a moosh, whose hair was mushrooms, still causing him pain if they were to be cut.

He had no nails either which could act as unhurting pieces of his body into which this orb of pain could enter.

As the pain worsened to its worst extent, Malon raised his hand and summoned a giant shield, ‘Go! Get out of me!’

The pain traveled instantly as the shield summoned, disappearing from his body.

He opened his eyes, looking at his shield. It gleaned a bright red color as if it was burning with a red flame, before settling down again.

At that moment, a flood of the information entered Malon’s brain in a mere second.

His eyes opened with shock as he muttered, “A… new Ancestral Ability?” He stood up, confused.

He understood how to use this ability instantly. It was no different from Mrama’s.

“So I received his Ancestral Ability? But… it couldn’t stay in my body since I already had one. However, it could stay in my shield.”

He paused, taken aback with disbelief.

“Janus, the God Of Transitioning. Not only does it transfer damage into power… but the power itself also transfers from user to user after they are killed. Thats a godly boon if I’ve ever seen one.”

He put his shield in front of him, a smile forming on his face, “So… whenever I receive attacks on this shield, not only will it become even more durable, but it will also deflect the damage with more and more power each time!?” He laughed.

He was in disbelief but also pleasantly amused, “This is awesome!”

He shrunk his shield, looking around. His eyes turned more serious as his smile remained, ‘Lets go help…’ He sprinted forward into the battlefield.

***

Noa and Jiro faced off across the battlefield, their eyes locked in a fierce stare.

Around them, the sounds of battle raged, but all Noa could focus on was the figure in front of her—the enemy she knew she couldn’t afford to underestimate.

Jiro was quick, too quick, his movements a blur even to her fairly experienced eyes. He was circling her, looking for an opening.

With a calm breath, Noa hoisted her massive gun onto her shoulder. The weapon hummed to life, glowing with a pink energy that began to gather in its barrel.

She steadied herself, keeping her eyes on Jiro, who smirked, recognizing her strategy. He knew about Ol’ Betsy’s power, but he wasn’t intimidated. Instead, he seemed amused.

“You think that toy is going to catch me?” Jiro taunted, his voice confident, almost playful. “You’ll have to do better than that.”

Without warning, Jiro vanished, moving with incredible speed. Noa’s eyes widened as he reappeared to her left, only a few feet away, his fist already coming down toward her head.

She rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding his strike, the force of his punch creating a small crater in the ground where she had just been standing.

Noa swung Ol’ Betsy around, pulling the trigger. A pink ball of energy erupted from the barrel, hurtling toward Jiro.

But he was already gone, a blur of motion as he darted to her other side, laughing.

“Too slow, Noa!”

She gritted her teeth, firing off another shot. This time, she anticipated his move, leading her aim to where she thought he’d go.

The pink orb exploded just as Jiro moved into its path, and for a split second, it looked like she’d caught him.

But Jiro twisted in mid-air, his body bending in an impossible way to avoid the binding energy. He landed lightly on his feet, a mocking grin on his face.

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