Nemuri was just staring at him the whole time when suddenly she heard a puffing sound. White smoke enveloped him, and after it vanished, she saw four Maki standing on the floor while the other remained seated on the sofa. She screamed at the sudden appearance of the four tall, pale men.
They all looked at her at once and asked, "What's wrong?"
She froze. Every single one of them looked exactly like Maki. His hair, his eyes, his clothes, his height, even his voice.
She gulped as the five Makis stared at her, then looked around in confusion.
As she continued staring at them, her mind began to wander. The thoughts that formed made her face turn red. It was so intense that her head seemed to steam, and her nose began to bleed quietly.
She wiped it quickly and stood up, approaching the five clones. She examined them one by one. It was perfect. They all looked the same.
She turned to the one seated on the sofa.
"Maki… is that the real you?" she asked.
Maki stared at her and nodded.
All of them continued looking at her, which made her feel shy. She was surrounded by five Makis at the same time.
Then they all raised their eyebrows in unison, clearly understanding why she was reacting that way.
"What an imagination you have there… Nem-nem," they said at the same time.
Her fist clenched. "What did you say?"
Then Maki's voice echoed again, all of them speaking simultaneously.
"You can't even handle one, and you're already imagining something bad."
Her mouth twitched. Her pride would not allow that.
She delivered a punch to the one on the left.
"Say that again," she demanded.
The four clones glanced at each other.
"Look, someone's affected," one of them said.
That only made her angrier.
She kept punching him. After a while, she heard another puffing sound, and the one she had been hitting turned into white smoke.
She raised an eyebrow and looked at the Maki sitting on the sofa.
"What happened?"
"I lost my concentration," he replied. "You kept punching me."
Then—poof—the rest of the clones disappeared in white smoke.
"It seems like I need to maintain total concentration," he muttered to himself. "Like multitasking. But why do I feel like I could do it without following the technique? Can my wood release do that? I'll try later."
Nemuri walked toward him.
"Is that your ability? How come I've never seen you use it before?"
"How should I know?" he said. "It just sank into my head and—swoosh—I could do it."
He then stared at her. "Why, Nem-nem… don't tell me you're into some—"
Nemuri licked her lips. "Why, Mister Horse? Want to find out?"
Her teasing nature grew stronger.
"That's a bad proposition, Miss Who Always Loses," he replied.
They both chuckled at the same time.
Nemuri sat on his lap, and he wrapped his arms around her. She started scrolling on her phone, checking the information Mezu had sent, while Maki prepared for his last draw of the day.
He opened the system and went to the second panel.
The One Piece and Naruto categories were cooling down, their colors darkened.
He chose the Bleach category.
A chest appeared. He used another 500 points to make a draw.
The crystal chest shattered into pieces, and from it a golden orb hovered. Then—foooosh—it traveled out of the system panel and into his forehead once again.
A memory began playing in his mind.
A bald man holding a katana. He whispered an incantation, and the katana transformed into a wooden spear. Maki watched how he wielded the spear in different fighting styles.
Then the scene changed.
The bald man was beaten up, slowly standing and steadying himself. He smiled and shouted a name.
DuuUuuUuuUuuuum.
Clouds covered him.
When the clouds dissipated, he was bare-chested, holding a massive weapon—three giant blades. It consisted of two enormous cleavers, resembling a Chinese monk's spade and a guandao, connected by a heavy chain to a central, even larger axe blade.
The central blade featured a dragon engraving. Initially colorless, it slowly filled with red spiritual energy as the bald man dealt and received damage.
Then the memory cut off, and the orb melted into him.
He closed his eyes, processing everything he had seen. He remembered every detail, every concept, even the name of the katana. It was embedded in his mind and would never be erased.
He opened his system and looked at the new katana he had received.
[ABILITIES] – BIG THREE
[ONE PIECE]
1. Moa Moa no Mi (details)
2. Armament Haki – Awakening Stage (details)
3. Conqueror Haki ( Awakening Stage)
4. The Voice of All Things (Passive)
[BLEACH]
1. Nnoitra Resurrección: Santa Teresa (details)
2. Chad Fullbring: Brazo Derecha de Gigante, Brazo Izquierda del Diablo (details)
3.The Shield of Balance: Freund Schild (Passive)
4.Ryūmon Hōzukimaru [Auto Repair and Overall Enhanced] (Materialization)
[NARUTO]
1. Three-Tomoe Sharingan (details)
2.Hashirama Physique 100% (details)
[Techniques]
> Tajū Kage Bunshin no Mi
He read the extra details and understood that he needed to materialize the katana from the system. It had even received a makeover.
He wasn't entirely sure what "auto repair" meant, but it was a katana. If it broke, it would repair itself. Simple enough.
But when he remembered how that wooden stick transformed into three massive cleavers, he was amazed.
"Bankai…" he whispered. "I'd like to try saying that word."
After checking his system one last time, he shut it down.
Nemuri was still on his lap.
He tightened his hold around her and leaned his head against her shoulder. He stared at her serious expression as she checked her phone.
He glanced at the screen.
There were charts—names with points beside them. She scrolled down carefully, then shut her phone after reviewing the file.
She turned her head and kissed him.
"It looks like this year there will be a lot of interesting youths," she said.
He wasn't really listening.
"Nem," he asked instead, "what would you look like if your hair was rebonded?"
She raised an eyebrow slowly...
"Fufufufu…"
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