Armament Haki Sublimation and Haki Heart

Recalling the essentials of Haki training that Zephyr had taught him, Senga tried to guide this so-called latent power within his body.

Having trained at Ryuchi Cave for two and a half years, Senga was already exceptionally familiar with sensing himself and the power of nature.

Slowly, a layer of black covered Senga's hands up to his wrists.

Looking at his pitch-black hands, Senga could clearly feel his strength increasing. In his current state, even without entering Sage Mode, he could unleash the same power he had in Sage Mode.

But Senga was not satisfied. There was still something he had yet to try: Chakra and natural energy!

"What would happen if I entered Sage Mode and used Sage Art Chakra, formed by combining natural energy and Chakra, to strengthen my Armament Haki?"

With that thought, Senga activated Ryuchi Cave Sage Mode, purple eyeshadow appearing at the corners of his eyes.

Senga tried to pour the Sage Art Chakra within him into the hands covered in Armament Haki. But as the Sage Art Chakra flowed in, a sharp pain shot through his hands, as though they were about to split apart.

Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down Senga's face. Unable to hold on any longer, he stopped injecting Sage Art Chakra.

Senga felt that he had been too impatient. After all, everything had to be done step by step. Strengthening both hands at once was still too much for someone like him, who had only just begun learning Armament Haki.

After resting for a while and waiting for the pain to ease slightly, Senga resumed injecting Sage Art Chakra. This time, he only injected it into his dominant right hand.

The process was still agonizing, but since it was only one hand, he could control it more precisely and effectively.

Slowly, the pitch-black Armament Haki covering his right hand began gathering toward the center of the back of his hand. Purple light flared brilliantly in Senga's Rinnegan as he shouted in a low voice, "Armament Haki, Sublimation!"

The Armament Haki over Senga's entire right hand condensed in the next instant, ultimately forming a black circular pattern, like a black sun.

Looking at the circular pattern on the back of his hand, Senga murmured, "The sublimated Armament Haki is all stored here. It's another heart that provides me with strength. I'll call it the Haki Heart."

With a thought, five thick black lines instantly radiated from the circular pattern on the back of his hand toward the tips of Senga's five fingers.

The five thick black lines resembled five black blood vessels, continuously pumping a destructive force into Senga's entire right hand.

"Ha!"

Senga clenched his fist and punched the air. The instant he threw the punch, the circular pattern on the back of his hand pulsed and expanded like a beating heart, while the five thick black lines swelled as well.

A fist-shaped shockwave appeared and blasted toward a small hill in the distance.

BOOM!!

With a deafening explosion, the hill, dozens of meters tall, was instantly flattened, sending shattered rocks flying everywhere.

Senga was very satisfied with the power of that strike. However, looking at the Haki Heart on his arm, which had visibly shrunk by a full circle, he still found it somewhat lacking and thought to himself, "The Haki consumption is pretty severe. With the Armament Haki I've only just developed, I still can't use this as a basic attack."

Thinking further about the attack form of that punch, Senga recalled Kaguya's Eighty Gods Vacuum Attack.

Although the power was still far inferior, Senga shamelessly named this move Divine Vacuum Attack—the youth version of Eighty Gods Vacuum Attack.

Of course, it would become the flagship version sooner or later!

With the initial success of his Armament Haki Sublimation, Senga also deactivated Sage Mode, and the pattern on his hand disappeared along with it.

The moment he returned to normal, a wave of exhaustion washed over him. Senga shook his head, used the Deva Path's power to float into the air, and then slowly flew back toward the dormitory.

"Boss Senga, you're back!"

Senga opened the dormitory door and looked at Bridge, whose face was covered in bruises. Puzzled, he asked, "Bridge, what happened to your face? Did some upperclassmen beat you up?"

"Ahahaha, Graves and I were just messing around, and I accidentally ran into the table. Sigh, can't be helped. Just bad luck!"

Graves walked over with a cigar clenched between his teeth, threw an arm around Bridge's shoulders, and leaned close to his ear with a grin.

"You're just too careless. Want a cigar? It'll numb the pain!"

Bridge forced a smile uglier than crying and hurriedly waved his hands.

"No, no. I'm not used to cigars. I won't smoke them again in the future either."

"Don't be like that. Come on, I'll light one for you. Don't be polite! What are we to each other?"

"No, no, Fosse, really, no!"

"Hm? You won't give me face? Light it!"

"Alright, alright, then give me one!"

"Why are you sticking your head out?"

"Didn't you say you were going to light one for me?"

"What I mean now is that you're going to light one for me!"

What a pair of clowns. Senga shook his head helplessly and walked over to his bed, only to find that his blanket and everything else had already been neatly folded.

Tsk, what thoughtful roommates! If this were Blue Star, Senga would have to award them the title of good sons.

With a gratified smile, Senga plopped down onto the bed. The moment he closed his eyes, he drifted off to sleep.