Simplifying the Complex × Gravity Blade: Rising Dragon

The Buddha said: Sentient beings are reborn in the "Six Realms," also known as the "Six Paths" or "Six Destinies," which are divided into...

[Hell]...[Hungry Ghost]...[Animal Rebirth]...[Human Realm]...[Heavenly Realm]... and...[Asura]!

[Asura] are beings without heaven, without earth, without restraint, and without constraint, yet they possess the virtues lacking those of the heavens. They have blue faces and fangs, and are born with much anger and a love of fighting. They dwell on Mount Sumeru, either scattered on the seashore or hidden in the ocean. Those who have cultivated the ten virtues in their past lives, but whose three vices of anger, pride, and doubt are particularly strong, are born into this realm... Their most prominent characteristic is--

Multi-armed!

You don't know this either?

In the long corridor, beside the window awning.

Maha stared dangerously at Zeno... Multi-armed Asura, 100-Type Guanyin Bodhisattva, Buddhist Heart Source... The moment Roy revealed his Four Arms, Maha immediately thought of Netero. The child had just returned from the Hunter Exam, and to say that... that bastard hadn't interacted with the child, or even said anything... Maha simply didn't believe it!

Zeno, his forehead creased with a huge "wrongfully accused" expression, opened his mouth to say he truly knew nothing beforehand. But, upon meeting the old man's gaze, he simply shut up, knowing... no matter what he said, the old man wouldn't believe him anymore. He was also secretly wondering... could Netero have really said something he shouldn't have to Roy?

With his white hair swaying wildly, Zeno suddenly remembered Netero's repeated jokes... "Why don't you give Roy to me?"

A chill ran down my spine!

He blurted out, "Grandpa, it must be Netero's doing!"

"Just as I expected..." Maha scoffed noncommittally, "Let's wait and see... we'll settle the score with him later!"

"Whoosh!" Three blades in hand!

[True Meaning of Scorching Heat] combined with [Firmness] enveloped the blade... "Snow Walk" and "Cane Sword" turned red, ignited, and surged with unrestrained flames and light. The blade slowly turned into a terrifying "white." "Short Blade" was gently held in Roy's third hand, overflowing with glistening water, serene and peaceful, the complete opposite of the domineering "fire"...

An indescribable eeriness, a strangely peculiar look... it gives people an indescribable feeling.

Is this your trump card?

"Snap!" Silva lashed out with his whip, but Roy's free hand manipulated the magnetic field, creating a [Magnetic Field Shield] that temporarily blocked the attack. Then... the battle seemed to have been put on an "accelerator," instantly speeding up!

"Sun Breathing - First Form - Waltz... Eighth Form - Burning Sun Wheels..." "Water Breathing - Third Form - Flowing Dance... Seventh Form - Drop Ripple Thrust..."

With three swords in hand, Roy no longer adhered to a single Breathing Style, but instead activated both "Water" and "Sun" breathing techniques, slashing wildly at Silva!

Flames... water... merged into one, sweeping down from the sky... Water and fire, inherently incompatible, were both opposed and unified, reflected in Illumi's empty, lifeless eyes. The foolish little brother watched as the "whip shadows" and "sword flashes" intertwined wildly...

The man unconsciously swallowed, and for a moment, even using [Condensation] couldn't keep Silva and Roy's speed!

Quick!

Faster!

Roy used his third arm to wield the sword, freeing up his Four Arms to manipulate the magnetic field, sometimes Attraction, sometimes repelling, disrupting Silva's offensive rhythm. With four things on his mind at once... he gradually went berserk!

Excellent Swordsmanship, imaginative ideas, plus the support of Four Arms...

Silva calmly responded to the Sun-Earring Boy's attacks, his eyes filled with admiration, but his mouth remained as cold as an ice-cold stone. He said indifferently, "If this is your trump card, then this ends here!"

"Nen!

With a loud "boom," it was as if something had exploded in Roy's heart!

The Sun-Earring Boy sensed danger and hesitated, his Silva seized the opportunity, whipping him backward. Mid-air, Silva locked onto Silva below... The man's waist-length silver hair flew wildly, his entire body radiating a savage and violent Nen Qi. His presence instantly...

It surged suddenly, then erupted with a deafening roar!

"Enhancement" and "Emission don't like to use as many fancy tricks as " Conjuration," " Transformation," and "Manipulation"... Silva's whip that Roy is all about "the beauty of numbers"!

My power is greater than yours.

"Your magnanimity is greater than yours."

"My understanding of thought is also superior to yours."

"So, son, tell Dad, how can I lose?"

Unless... [Mechanism Kill]!

"Hehehe... Zeno, what do you think would happen if I lashed him three times?" Maha glanced at Silva, then at Roy, who had been sent flying and crashed to the ground. His hands, clasped behind his back, felt inexplicably itchy.

Zeno:"

He lowered his head, mimicking Silva's words, and said, "Grandpa's strength surpasses his, and so does his magnanimity, so... if you really want to fight Silva, I don't know how you'll lose..."

"Tsk~" The old man smacked his lips, seemingly quite pleased... Focusing his voice into a line, it seemed to be addressed to Silva, and also to Zeno, and perhaps even to... Roy, who was scrambling to his feet, and said softly, "The greatest truths are the simplest... There's a reason for that... Methods are like life; don't add, subtract..."

Eliminate anxiety, eliminate internal conflict, eliminate unnecessary relationships, focus on the present moment and the people in front of you, pursue ultimate specialization... Was my great-grandfather telling me to "simplify complexity"?

The tiger's mouth was split open from Silva's whip, and blood dripped from his skin onto the ground with a "drip... drip..." sound. Roy, leaning on his cane Cane Sword, panted heavily, his brow furrowed, repeatedly pondering Maha's words, when suddenly a thought struck him... He remembered something he had once...

The phrase I uttered when teaching myself "how to integrate with nature" is. "Learn, imitate, then create, and forge your own path."

I gradually realized where my problem lay!

"I... have nothing of my own!"

The "Breathing Style" is inspired by Demon Slayer; the "Magnetism" is inspired by Molitonio's Nen Ability "Iron-Dyeing Bipolarity"; the "Four Arms" come from "Hand Demon"; the "Swamp Space" comes from "Clone Demon"; and the "Deception" comes from "Human-Faced Ape"...

I have so many methods, and there will be even more in the future... When that time comes, which one should I use? Or will I be caught in a "choice dilemma," unsure of which method to employ, allowing the enemy to seize the initiative and force me into a dead end?

Subtraction... I want to do "subtraction"...

His furrowed brow relaxed, his heavy breathing gradually calmed, Roy took a deep breath, looked up at the sky... his eyes brightened, and he found the answer.

Fusion!

We must integrate all the cumbersome "methods"!

Simplify!

Why not...

"Let's start with what we're most familiar with: [Magnetism] and [knife]!"

A heart brimming with the fierceness of a tiger yet gently sniffing Rose; eyes oblivious to worldly concerns, a blessing indeed... Roy transformed, reverting to his original form. His arms, positioned beneath his ribs, tightened, discarding his Cane Sword, and Short Blade, leaving them sheathed before him. He gripped only the "Snow Walk," assuming the most basic and unadorned "Iai" stance... His legs spread in a lunge position, sword at his waist, and at that moment, he gently closed his eyes...

He transformed all his "Nen" into "Magnetism," forming a solid core that adhered to the blade. With a sudden thrust, he drew the sword and thrust it towards the sky!

Then swiftly sheathed the sword...

He said softly, "[Gravity Blade - Rising Dragon]."

In broad daylight, a purple Magnetism transformed into a giant dragon, baring its fangs and claws, soaring into the sky, tearing through the atmosphere, snatching a meteorite in its mouth, and then turning around and plunging straight down.