"Huh? It's actually Boko Bear?" Miho Nishizumi examined the teddy bear in her hands. Rather than looking worried, she looked delighted.
She had read most of the Douluo Continent's illustrated guide to martial souls, but they were all traditional things, like sabers, spears, staffs, and clubs. Getting one of those would undoubtedly have been torture for her-I've mastered practically every modern military discipline, from shooting to driving to command. I could be an ace soldier even in the army, and you want me to hack people with traditional swords? Isn't that an insult?
The same went for plants, chessboards, and everyday implements. Unless her martial soul turned out to be a firearm, a bird-type beast martial soul, or a body martial soul that enhanced her own abilities, it really would be better than nothing at best, something completely unsuited to her. She would be better off reading a few more books than wasting that time cultivating.
Of course, although she had no idea what use Boko Bear had as a martial soul, at least it was her favorite thing. As a martial soul, it would never be permanently destroyed, either. Just being able to bring it out whenever she wanted and feast her eyes on it was enough to satisfy her.
"Uh, this is..." The soul master awakening Miho Nishizumi's martial soul was dumbfounded. With his limited experience, he genuinely had no idea what this thing was.
But his expression soon changed.
"Wait, your innate soul power... is actually level eight?"
Level-eight innate soul power-even in a major city like Suotuo City, that would mean blue smoke was rising from the family's ancestral graves.
More importantly, they had said earlier that they had a cultivation technique capable of increasing innate soul power. Looking at this, could it actually be true?