Chapter 292: Familiar Power
Crimes were announced one after another.
Originally an underground faction with little public presence, the resistance army suddenly became a target of public condemnation.
In this empire, those who once struck in the shadows found themselves with fewer and fewer options. Eventually, they chose to join the Hyuga rebels.
If they truly wanted to overthrow the current regime and build a new nation, Hyuga was their only path forward.
Otherwise, they'd be dragged down with the resistance.
The Night Raid's departure became the signal that sparked the exodus. One after another, capable and strong-willed members followed their lead.
Naturally, Hyuga began recruiting them in droves. After all, those who passed Hyuga's grueling selection process—where only the most disciplined and qualified made it through—would be exactly the kind of warriors Hyuga needed.
Two years passed in the blink of an eye. As the resistance weakened, Hyuga's influence spread steadily throughout the empire.
It was a system defined by severity. Many were cast out—those with flawed discipline, questionable loyalty, or weak character. Such people simply couldn't survive the process of transitioning from a reserve soldier to an official Hyuga operative.
Yet even so, with hundreds of thousands of impassioned recruits joining their ranks, many succeeded in becoming true Hyuga warriors.
Hyuga's shift from cautious silence to aggressive expansion was only a matter of timing. When the right moment arrived, the agents stationed across states and cities would rise simultaneously.
This empire—one sustained by a few Teigu users and tens of millions of warriors—wouldn't be able to withstand the storm Hyuga had prepared.
Ryosuke had received news of these developments but hadn't bothered to read them in detail.
What he didn't know was that Tatsumi, once the fated child of this world—like Naruto in his own—had already led his two companions, who were supposed to die in the imperial capital, to join the Hyuga rebellion.
He'd even tried to recruit Najenda and others who were once meant to be his allies.
But Ryosuke remained focused on his training.
For the past two years, apart from occasionally handling family matters, he had immersed himself fully in refining his body.
Deep underground, in a training facility built at great expense, his silhouette flickered through the mist that shimmered like a heatwave.
The lines etched onto his exposed muscles—once used as self-healing seals—were slowly fading. His skin, formerly a flawless, unnatural white due to his Ōtsutsuki bloodline, was now evolving into something even more unpredictable.
It felt like being submerged in a vat of devil pepper extract—an unbearable, scalding pressure.
These mists were formed from the blood of super-dangerous creatures. Their essence had been extracted and vaporized, filling the room with a rich, high-energy fog.
Buzz—
With a swell of raw power, Ryosuke's punch lashed out, crashing into a wall of Ohari steel—the strongest alloy known in this world—leaving behind a deep, warped fist imprint.
Buzz, buzz, buzz—
The walls trembled with each blow. Even though the chakra inside Ryosuke's body remained completely still, the surrounding alloy walls began to twist and cave under the sheer force of his attacks.
At this point, a single punch of his—powered by raw strength alone—could split mountains and rivers.
As his relentless training continued, Ryosuke's body began to radiate an intense white light.
Human physical strength has its limits. To surpass them, one must evolve.
Some transform their skin into hardened scales like beasts, or develop toxins and spikes on their bodies. But once they've changed that far, can they even be called human anymore?
Others rely on energy—like chakra.
Since reaching the Six Paths level, Ryosuke could manipulate chakra with precision, layering it over his body like armor, shielding him from both physical and elemental damage.
The deeper his understanding of chakra's energy composition, the greater his resistance to the five elements and Yin-Yang techniques.
But that was an evolution of energy—not of the body.
And the physical body, in contrast, remained relatively weak.
It was a curse inherited from the ninja world: high attack, low defense. Even the strongest shinobi could die from a well-placed blade if caught off guard.
Though Ryosuke had inherited physical skills from the world of One Piece to help him break free from these limitations, he had not yet achieved true immortality.
His body was powerful—but if stripped of chakra and energy, its endurance was still lacking.
Unless, like Kaguya Ōtsutsuki, he tethered his existence to the planet itself—living as long as the stars and becoming immortal.
But that was not a path Ryosuke would take.
Instead, upon arriving in the Akame ga Kill world, he had begun pursuing physical evolution through entirely new means.
Using the rare essences of dangerous species, he forged complex medicinal formulas that refined his internal energy—transforming it step by step.
He either ingested the elixirs or bathed in them, allowing his body to absorb the essence. Through martial arts, he then channeled that energy into his skin, meridians, and bone.
Over time, his physique evolved—strong as a tiger, fast as a dragon, yet still retaining his human form.
Whoosh—
A deep breath echoed through the training hall as the blood-infused mist swirled into Ryosuke's nostrils. The energy condensed into a torrent, rushing into his limbs and organs, completely absorbed.
The blinding white glow around his body slowly faded.
"My current body can only exert half of its full strength and speed."
"The twenty-fourth tempering... successful."
"This medicine is more potent than the Level 23 Body Strengthening Liquid. But the super-dangerous species used this time… already possessed the strongest physical body in the world."
...
Steam radiating from his skin, Ryosuke walked naked toward an iron cabinet at the edge of the training field, picking up pen and paper to log his latest experiment.
What does it mean to have physical strength at its peak?
At his best, the chakra in Ryosuke's body could shatter the moon.
Now… even at half that strength, without using chakra, his body alone could obliterate mountains.
He was crafting the prescription himself.
Two years ago, he started with ninth-level body-strengthening formulas. Now he had advanced to the twenty-fourth. With each level, the dosage and refinement increased.
While the martial arts of this world were highly developed, they still fell short of Ryosuke's standards. Training according to their methods offered limited benefit.
Therefore, Ryosuke needed to gather the ancient books and legacies of this world and conduct experiments and explorations on his own.
Fortunately, although he hadn't reached the pinnacle of this world's martial arts, the rare treasures and materials extracted from dangerous species still held value for him.
Once tempered and transformed through various prescriptions, these materials could genuinely enhance his physical body—and not by a small margin.
As for… the Imperial Arms.
These weapons were forged by the people of this world by smelting and embedding dangerous species' materials into tools, attempting to harness their power artificially.
But since Ryosuke could now experiment directly on those same super-dangerous species, there was no reason to divert his attention toward researching Imperial Arms.
"So…"
After recording what might be the final drug test in this world, Ryosuke didn't leave the underground training grounds. Instead, he returned to the center of the room and sat cross-legged.
As soon as he calmed his mind—
His body suddenly swelled and expanded like a balloon!
This marked the third year since he had arrived in this world… and the start of a new transformation.
Ryosuke had calculated all of this precisely. His long-term training was meant to build up the progress bar in his mind until the moment of eruption.
The last transformation had upgraded his predictive abilities into the power to perceive the lines of fate.
Although painless, it had widened the gap between his soul and physical body, leading to severe aftereffects that took months to recover from.
This time…
The transformation should target his body.
And if it was the flesh—then naturally, the process would be painful.
Bang—
Just as Ryosuke mentally braced himself for agony worse than death, the powerful blood energy within him erupted without warning.
An overwhelming wave of pain struck his mind, and in the next instant, his body exploded—reduced to a cloud of crimson mist.
What's going on?!
Ryosuke was momentarily stunned—but then… he felt it.
Even though his body had been blown apart, his consciousness still existed, seemingly fused within the blood mist.
Logically, with no body, he should have been dead.
And yet… his awareness remained intact. He could even feel the state of his dispersed body—its pulverized essence lingering in the air like living fog.
The sensation was strangely… familiar.
A fragmented memory surfaced in Ryosuke's mind.
A scene of shattered limbs and broken remains—his consciousness scattered through every particle of flesh and blood. But as long as he willed it, his body would reform. As if…
He was immortal.
Following the method stored in that memory, Ryosuke focused on the blood mist, attempting to draw it back together and reconstruct his form.
And to his astonishment, it worked.
An inexplicable sense of relief washed over him as his awareness pulled the mist inward, compressing it. The particles condensed into a new body—identical in appearance, yet far more refined.
The power flowing through it was entirely different from before.
Its resilience. Its fullness. Its natural harmony with chakra and soul…
"This is no longer human..."
Ryosuke clenched his fists, confused by the strange sensation. "My current body is on par with the chakra-enhanced state under the Tenseigan..."
"There's no longer a disparity between body, soul, and chakra. But…"
He had a hunch.
He could guess why he had reached this level.
Dangerous species in this world possessed a vast range of abilities—some could manipulate elemental forces like ice or lightning. Others could even warp space.
These were world-shattering creatures born of natural disaster.
Among them, one species stood above all—Tyrande—a fully developed apex predator.
Once used by the Empire to forge demonic Imperial Arms, Tyrande was known for its terrifying adaptability and vitality. Its body could evolve continuously to survive in extreme environments.
Even when made into an Imperial Arm, Tyrande's cells remained alive—adjusting, adapting, and evolving according to the user's traits and fighting style.
Coincidentally, this monstrous species had become the strongest creature within the Royal Hunting Grounds, a place that had been sealed for a century due to the Empire's decadence.
With no outside food source, the dangerous species within turned on one another. Only the most vicious and adaptable survived. Tyrande reigned as the apex predator, growing into a legendary dragon-shaped monster.
Not long ago, Ryosuke had slain this beast.
Its corpse became the main ingredient for his 24th-level body-tempering liquid.
The transformation of his body had been a long, step-by-step accumulation, using materials harvested from fearsome creatures the world dared not touch.
And when the progress bar in his mind hit 100%...
The unparalleled adaptability of Tyrande fully awakened.
The vast energy Ryosuke had accumulated over the years—absorbed from dangerous species, rare treasures, and body-enhancing elixirs—was completely accepted and transformed in an instant.
Now, his body had evolved to the peak of the Six Paths, perfectly synchronized with his soul and chakra. It had become the ultimate vessel for energy.
This—this must be why he survived even after his body exploded.
At this point, Ryosuke's vitality had far surpassed any natural creature.
Though still humanoid in appearance, his biological composition had already begun shifting toward something far beyond human.
Boom!
A deafening roar rang out as the underground training ground trembled violently.
Ryosuke had merely swung his fist.
The force wasn't intentional, but the energy contained in that casual motion was enough to nearly collapse the entire facility.
Within his perfectly tempered, overflowing muscles, Ryosuke felt a sensation he had never experienced before.
This power—this overwhelming, intoxicating power—left him stunned… but also strangely conflicted.
He had cultivated this strength step by step, each part of the process planned and calculated.
And yet…
Why does this feel so familiar?
There was no fear. No disbelief. Not even surprise.
When his body exploded—he hadn't panicked.
When he came back to life—he didn't hesitate.
Instead, he instinctively knew how to gather his blood and reform his body. As though…
As though this power had always been his.
"Some things… are starting to unravel."
Ryosuke narrowed his eyes.
Questions he had buried deep in his heart were now surfacing with clarity.
But he wasn't shaken.
He felt calm.
Ever since arriving in this world, he'd sensed something strange in his memory—as if there was an extra piece of knowledge tucked away in a locked box.
He could never quite remember the details. But now, that box had started to creak open.
He had prepared for this moment.
He once believed he'd need to break through layers of mystery to find answers.
But now, it seemed… power alone was the key.
And that made everything much simpler.
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