Once Asuka confirmed that Utakata had stabilized, he prepared to take him home.
By now, the sun had fully dipped below the horizon, and night quietly blanketed the land. In the distance, the lights of the Hidden Mist Village flickered like scattered stars, while the evening breeze carried a faint chill.
Asuka's footsteps were light as he avoided the gravel underfoot, making his way toward his residence.
Before long, an elegant courtyard came into view. He had purchased it after settling in the Hidden Mist Village. Back then, he had lived there alone, and the place often felt empty and desolate.
But things had changed.
After taking Utakata as his disciple, he brought him to live here. Now, with Pakura also staying in the courtyard, the once-silent residence finally carried a sense of warmth and life.
Just as he pushed open the courtyard gate, a slender figure approached—it was Pakura. The moment she saw Asuka carrying the unconscious Utakata, her brows furrowed in concern.
"What happened? Utakata is…?"
After spending so much time together, Pakura had already realized that Asuka held no ill intentions toward her. Gradually, she had let down her guard and even taken the initiative to handle chores like cleaning and cooking.
"The Tailed Beast's Chakra went out of control. I've temporarily suppressed it. He'll be fine after some rest," Asuka replied calmly, continuing toward the guest room.
Understanding immediately, Pakura turned to fetch a basin of warm water before silently following him.
Asuka gently placed Utakata onto the bed and covered him with a thin blanket. Pakura used a warm towel to carefully wipe away the cold sweat from his temples and cheeks.
"This child has really worked hard lately," she murmured softly, a trace of pity in her eyes.
Asuka simply nodded. Without saying more, he closed the door quietly and gestured for Pakura to step out, giving Utakata space to rest.
"You go ahead. I'll prepare dinner," Pakura said before heading toward the kitchen.
"Mm," Asuka responded, then returned to his room.
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Back inside, Asuka immediately focused on absorbing the Chakra gifted by the Six-Tails into his mutant gene bank.
As the Six-Tails' Chakra fused with his system, a previously dormant segment of his genome began to activate. With the combined influence of this Chakra and the Ryumyaku energy, the gene sequence finally awakened.
Asuka quickly checked the newly unlocked ability.
Moments later, he opened his eyes—his expression calm, but a trace of excitement flickered deep within them.
The ability he had obtained this time was extremely practical.
It belonged to Quicksilver.
But his excitement wasn't just about speed.
Quicksilver had always been one of his favorite mutants.
Back in the X-Men world, when he had been ordered by Colonel Stryker to capture him, Asuka had never truly gone all out. After extracting the genetic sample he needed, he had even deliberately left behind a flaw in the facility—just enough for the X-Men to exploit.
As expected, they discovered it and successfully rescued Quicksilver.
For Asuka, that had always been enough.
He only needed the genes—not the life.
And now, having gained Quicksilver's ability himself, his satisfaction was undeniable.
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The core of this power was extreme speed.
At its peak, it could approach the speed of light. Along with it came enhanced physiology far beyond normal humans—steel-like bones, hyper-efficient metabolism, and powerful self-healing.
This allowed him to endure friction, impact, and heat while moving at high speed. Running across water or along walls would be effortless.
Even more importantly, his neural reactions matched his speed.
To him, the world would appear almost frozen.
He could react instantly, rescue others in a blink, learn skills rapidly, and even manipulate molecular vibrations—phasing through objects, generating whirlwinds, or amplifying attacks through stored kinetic energy.
And when paired with his existing Wolverine-level healing, the synergy was perfect.
His regeneration would eliminate the strain of high-speed movement, while his speed would make his combat style nearly untouchable.
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Unable to hold back his curiosity, Asuka decided to test the ability immediately.
His figure vanished from the room.
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When he reappeared, he stood in a remote desert within the Land of Wind.
After confirming no one was nearby, he began testing.
A simple step—
BOOM!
The sand beneath his foot exploded outward, carving a deep trench across the desert.
In the next instant, his body turned into a streak of light.
The wind compressed into a sharp whistle in his ears, while the surrounding dunes blurred into streaks of color. In the blink of an eye, he appeared atop a sand dune ten kilometers away, clearly seeing the boundary where sand met stone in the distance.
Then came precision tests.
Acceleration.
Stop.
Acceleration again.
Each movement was flawless.
When he halted suddenly, inertia kicked up a towering ring of sand several meters high. His control over speed was absolute—every motion smooth, every shift precise.
This wasn't just speed.
This was perfection.
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A thought crossed his mind.
With enough mastery, he might even be able to match the teleportation timing of Minato Namikaze—arriving the instant he appeared via Flying Thunder God.
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Growing more interested, Asuka began running in a circle.
Faster.
Faster.
His speed climbed continuously until a violent vortex formed. Sand and debris were dragged upward, forming a roaring tornado several meters wide.
After some time, he abruptly stopped.
The swirling sand lost momentum and slowly fell back to the earth like golden rain, shimmering under the fading sunlight.
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Feeling the energy still surging through his body, Asuka allowed himself a small, satisfied smile.
This test had not only helped him grasp the fundamentals but also revealed his limits—and the results far exceeded expectations.
Without lingering, he teleported back home.
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Just as he returned to his room, a knock came from the door.
"Asuka, dinner's ready," Pakura's voice called from outside.
"Coming," he replied.
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In the courtyard, the aroma of food drifted through the air. Warm light spilled from the rooms, and for once, everything felt calm.
Peaceful.
Almost… like home.
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