Yes.
Arima Shizuya had not done anything excessive. He had merely swung his blade.
It was only after accepting the reality of his first "fruitless attempt."
That Sagara Dragon's power had thoroughly recorded every detail concerning Guiganjo.
The defensive strength of his skin, the sheer weight of his spiritual pressure.
The gap between them, how he needed to see through the opponent's movements and evade the onslaught of six arms.
Breaking through and overcoming all those countless difficulties...
Everything.
Every bit and piece.
Was infinitely magnified and laid bare within the Salt Sea controlled by Sagara Dragon.
Within the vast Consciousness Space, Arima Shizuya observed everything about Guiganjo like a cold, higher-dimensional observer, aided by Sagara Dragon.
From the narrow perspective of glimpsing a leopard through a tube, the boy rapidly analyzed every last piece of information about his opponent.
The rhythm and weight of his breathing, his body's reaction speed...
Amid those complex yet fragmented details, Arima Shizuya continuously simulated his own attacks.
A hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times.
In the sea of nothingness, Arima Shizuya repeated that slashing motion over and over, like an ignorant monkey constantly fiddling with a computer before it.
Most of the output was meaningless gibberish, utterly devoid of any reference value.
But...
As long as there were enough experiments, as long as there were enough chances to try.
Even a monkey could write an unparalleled masterpiece.
A fleeting opening revealed itself amid thousands upon thousands of repetitions, and Arima Shizuya grasped it with flawless precision.
As though wandering and drifting through boundless deep space.
The moment he touched that distinct fragment, Sagara Dragon's ability completely analyzed it and shared the information.
Now.
All the "monkeys" had learned this masterpiece.
The strike that could bridge the gap of Third Level Spiritual