+ System Reward: Nichirin Sword (Permanent-Kill Weapon)
A full year had passed since the League first labeled me the "Young Lord."
A year of relentless training.
A year of pushing my young body far beyond the limits of any normal child.
Six-year-olds should have been playing with toys.
I was mastering the warrior art of a long-dead world.
And after a year of obsession, discipline, bruises, and sweat—
the system finally responded.
System Notification (Only I Can See)
While I meditated in my room, legs crossed, breathing steady, the familiar silent panel flickered into existence:
[Template Adaptation: 10% Achieved — Yoriichi Tsugikuni]
Reward Unlocked: Nichirin Blade — Sun Ore Forged
Properties:
• Permanently kills demons, vampires, corrupted beings, and dark creatures
• Indestructible
• Heat-reactive to Sun Breathing
• Can be summoned or dismissed mentally
• Grows stronger the more Sun Breathing evolves
[Note: Hidden from all others. Power is yours alone.]
The text faded, but the warmth in my chest did not.
And then—
A soft glow formed in my right hand.
The Nichirin Sword Materializes
Golden sparks swirled around my palm.
A sword slowly took shape—
like sunlight being condensed into metal.
When it finished forming, I held a katana with a sun-shaped guard, black sheath, and crimson handle, sized perfectly for a six-year-old.
The blade hummed like it was alive.
Like it was waiting.
I unsheathed it an inch—
and brilliant orange light leaked from the steel.
The heat did not burn me.
It felt like the sword recognized me.
My blade.
My destiny.
My power.
But I dismissed it instantly, letting it vanish in a flicker of light.
No one could know.
The First True Sun Breathing Cycle
I stood in my private training courtyard.
The moon was up.
The fortress was silent.
I set my stance.
My lungs expanded—
slow, controlled, deep.
Breath filled me like fire warming a cold forge.
The world sharpened.
My heartbeat slowed but grew louder.
The air felt like it obeyed me.
A year of practice had led to this moment.
Sun Breathing.
Real Sun Breathing.
When I exhaled—
The air vibrated.
The stone beneath me cracked slightly from the pressure.
Not Transparent World.
Not instinct.
This was strength.
This was legacy.
This was Yoriichi.
Destruction Test — Power of a 6-Year-Old Sun Breathing User
A wooden training pillar stood twenty meters away.
I inhaled again.
Then, without thinking—
I moved.
My foot touched the ground once, twice—
FWOOOM—
A burst of heat followed behind me, kicking up dust.
My hand struck the pillar—
CRRRRACK—!!!
The pillar split from top to bottom, burned at the edges like it had been exposed to the sun itself.
It didn't fall apart immediately.
It simply… peeled.
Like the wood knew resistance was pointless.
I stared at my small fist, chest rising and falling.
Sun Breathing at 10% was already monstrous.
And I had only scratched the surface.
Talia's Reaction
She arrived seconds later, breath slightly unsteady.
She had sensed the burst of heat.
"Damian… what happened here?"