Ten Shadows in the Heian Era

This flying fortress is pretty badass. I mean, that should be obvious, right? Giant fancy building being carried through the sky by four giant cranes is the kind of thing that would struggle to be lame.

My room is also pretty nice, about as fancy as my room in the school. A part of me still can't help but compare the difference in floorspace between what I've been living with in this life compared to my last.

Hell, in my last life I'd lived in places where I couldn't even stretch my arms out fully without hitting both walls. Even commoners have more space than that in these days.

It's academically interesting to note how the passage of time has had both positive and negative effects on the general standard of living of most people.

Medicine, education and general rights and such is obviously better in the future, but I am still finding that life is much better now than the future.

Granted, I've already been educated since before I was born here and I am both capable of surviving any illness and protecting my own rights, but still. Even without that, I still think life is more peaceful, if shorter, here in the past.

The internet really is a mixed bag of positives and negatives, both in the extreme.

Looking out from my balcony view, I am hardly hindered by the lack of sunlight as I observe the world pass us by. Nothing in the darkness can really hide from me, not any more than they could during the day anyway.

I have a lot less experience observing the forests at night than during the day, but I am still fully able to see the signs of the nocturnal animals getting up and about.

They tend to be a lot quieter than diurnal animals, which is only to be expected, since sound is a much more common method of tracking at night than during the day when one can simply use eyes.

It makes the forest at night a lot more peaceful. Or rather, a different kind of peace.

However, that peace is interrupted when I feel my own shadow fluctuate, and I look down in time to watch a butterfly emerge from the darkness.

I am constantly surprised by the warmth I feel in my chest when I see my own Technique being used by someone else. It truly makes me feel like I've accomplished something. Something beyond myself. It's a hardy feeling.

Holding out my hand, the butterfly lands on my forefinger, and I am immediately hit by the familiar feeling of Kamo-Sensei's Cursed Energy as his words dance across my consciousness.

Tengen is ready to see you now. Feel free to be late.

Isn't it supposed to be, 'Don't be late?'

Whatever, I don't want to be late anyway, why would I want to delay talking with an immortal for the first time? First because I have no doubt I will end up talking with another immortal at some point.

Wait, are Yōkai immortal? I have no idea. I'll ask Tamamo more about Yōkai lifespans when I get to the capital.

As these thoughts cross my mind, so too does the question of where I can even find Tengen, as I have not been given directions and can't feel her presence through the walls of this building. 

It is constructed out of barriers after all.

However, my question is answered before I can even ask it when the butterfly abruptly expands, stretching apart into pieces that then reform into another script that glows briefly before dispersing into the air, leaving behind a sparkling golden trail leading out of my room.

It takes me only a moment to comprehend what just happened, and I fail to supress the squeal of excitement at the realisation that Kamo-Sensei has modified my Technique to carry with it a Spell to give me directions.

I didn't even know you could do that! It was enough of a challenge to get the butterfly to just carry thoughts without imploding, so I didn't think it would be able to carry anything else. Maybe it only works because this Spell is such a low powered one?

I have no idea, but I am very eager to learn, and even more happy that Kamo-Sensei is building up off of my Technique.

Kami I love Jujutsu so much, it's so cool.

I close the balcony door behind me as I move to follow the trail of light that I know only I can see. There is no clack of wood on wood as I walk, as we are indoors, so I am not wearing my geta, and once more I am impressed by Tengen's design as the floorboards truly feel like tatami wood under my soles, instead of the Barrier Technique that I know they are.

Nobody passes me in the hallway, something that doesn't altogether surprise me, as I get the feeling that most people will simply be spending the week of travel in their own quarters, either practicing or relaxing.

Since I'm the only first year, I don't have any real friends to spend my time talking with either, except for Kamo-Sensei I suppose.

Doesn't mean I can't just make friends.

The walk doesn't take altogether that long to bring me to a pair of doors, whereupon I knock on the wood, even if the paper squares are probably sturdier than normal in this instance.

"Go for a walk!" Kamo-Sensei's voice calls out from the other side, "You're not late enough."

Eh? I think to myself, pausing with indecision as to whether I should actually leave or not, when another, more feminine voice filters through.

"Ignore him. Please enter."

Mentally shrugging, I slide the door open and step through.

Inside is a comfortable room with warm lighting from a series of paper lamps, as the room is in the centre of the flying fortress and thus not in line for any sunlight.

The centre of the room is taken up by a simple low table, behind which sits Tengen, looking the same as she did this morning, not seeming at all like the strain of building, sustaining and flying a giant building across the country is bothering her in the slightest.

Kamo-Sensei is also sitting on the right side of the table, but I ignore him for now and focus on Tengen. I meet her captivatingly red stare without flinching and simply provide a polite bow.

"Tengen-sama, it is my honour to be acquainted with you."

"Hey," Kamo-Sensei interrupts, and I turn to look at his pouting face, which is not cute at all. "Why are you being so polite? You are going to feed into her delusions."

"I try to always be polite, Kamo-Sensei." Except for with Sukuna goes unsaid.

"That is exactly the problem," he returns, and I tilt my head in confusion at how that could be a problem, when Tengen speaks up once more.

"Kamo-san, please stop talking."

"Don't wanna."

"Are you nine?"

"Not right now."

Tengen's lips twitch up into a smile and half a laugh leaves her, making me feel like I just missed out on some kind of inside joke. Whatever the case may be, Kamo-Sensei does indeed stop talking, and Tengen gestures to my side of the low table.

Following her offer, I take my own seat and wait to hear whatever it is Tengen called me here for, though I do find my eyes glancing about curiously. Not that I find anything other than Kamo-Sensei, the table and the lamps in the room with us.

"Narauko-kun," Tengen begins. "I am sure you are wondering what I wanted to speak about with you."

I once again remind myself that clichés aren't cliché yet, no matter how cliché that opening was, and give her my full attention. Her words are kind of obvious and a little bit redundant, but still, this is a conversation, so I give the appropriate answer to keep the conversation moving along.

"I had been wondering, yes."

"An understatement," Kamo-Sensei mutters quietly to himself, his mouth hidden behind a sleeve. We both choose to ignore him.

"Firstly, I wanted to ask a question regarding this Technique," she says, and as she does, she brings a hand up and creates a Black Butterfly in her open palm.

"I will happily answer any question you have, Tengen-sama," I respond with a smile, and she seems to consider me for a moment before nodding her head at whatever she was thinking.

"I have been informed that you intended to allow anyone to learn this Technique," she says, dropping her hand back down and dispersing the butterfly, to which I nod. "As we are approaching the capital and the Onmyōji, I find myself curious if your allowance truly spreads to all, or if there was anyone you intended to limit the Technique from?"

"Oh," I respond, not having really expected that to be the question. "Well, no, not really. I mean, I'm pretty sure even Yōkai should be able to use it, I don't really care about that."

Tengen raises a single brow. "Most Sorcerers defend their Techniques vociferously." She doesn't say it like she is bias either way, just stating a simple fact.

I shrug at the look she gives me, as if expecting some kind of deep, personal reasoning, like wanting to make the world a better place and save everyone or something extreme like that.

Not that I don't want to make the world a better place, but that isn't what I focus on with Jujutsu, because Jujutsu is completely different to things like social and economic reforms that can actually make daily life measurably better for the common folk.

So I just shrug. "An artist would be happy to have their art appreciated by anyone. I do not care who uses my Techniques. I just think it is cool to see. 'Value not the hands that wield, but the eye of the beholder'."

"I see," she says, meanwhile Kamo-Sensei leans forward slightly, looking at me curiously.

"Was that a quote?" He asks, "I don't recognise it. Who did you just quote?"

I give him a wide grin. "Me."

His brow twitches. "Why would you speak like you are quoting something if you are not?"

"Because it is fun, and I want people in the future to think I was a really cool guy who said a lot of cool things, so I am making it easier for them."

"That's stupid," Kamo-Sensei says, though he doesn't try to hide his amused smile.

"You're stupid," I return, no doubt shocking him with my advanced vernacular.

"How could you say that?" He asks, sounding so serious and genuinely upset that I almost fall for it for a second, before remembering that I don't trust Kamo-Sensei at all.

"'Truth to which one calls foul is oft truth from which one must learn.'"

Kamo somehow manages to scowl and smile at the same time. "Stop talking like you're quoting something."

"But I was quoting something that time."

"You are the worst liar I have ever known."

"You do not have to believe me for me to lie to you."

"What kind of logic is that?" He asks, leaning back slightly out of bafflement.

I puss my chest out with pride. "My logic."

"Your logic is stupid," he says, and I smile.

"You're stupid."

Kamo-Sensei's expression turns hurt a second time. "How could you say that?"

Both of us stare at one another and a beat passes before we both burst out laughing.

It's only after a moment of laughing together that I remember we aren't alone when Tengen lightly coughs to get our attention, and attention does she get.

Both of us pause our laughter and turn to her like a pair of kids caught with our hands in the proverbial cookie jar.

""He started it,"" we both say at the same time, pointing at one another, and naturally we then both start laughing again.

At least this time, Tengen seems actually amused, letting out a half laugh half sigh as she looks between us with a smile.

Abruptly it hits me that I'm sitting next to an immortal and my Jujutsu teacher. Never in either of my lives would I have imagined a scenario like this to feel so casual. I figured it'd be more intense.

In hindsight, it kind of makes sense that an immortal wouldn't just act like old people act, since an immortal wouldn't be at the end of their lifespan for one. But mainly, everyone changes as they age, but humans don't generally age past like, a hundred. So there's no real way anyone in my last life could have even begun to guess how an immortal would act after hundreds of years.

Maybe they keep getting more grumpy and stubborn, maybe they just wind up chill like Tengen seems to be.

Guess I'll have to meet more immortal humans to find out. I don't know where in Yomi I'm going to find another one though, since immortality is rather famously something that humans all over the world have constantly been searching for.

"Haaah," Kamo-Sensei sighs out the last of his laugher, one of his hands reaching up to absently rub the line of stitches across his forehead. "When was the last time I laughed like that?"

"I am not sure you ever have," Tengen responds, her own amusement not having been as great as ours, though she is still smiling. "You have changed rather rapidly as of late."

Kamo-Sensei looks at her and then at me, and once again I feel like I'm missing some extra meaning behind Tengen's words as he smiles and shakes his head. "Perhaps I have."

"With that out of the way," Tengen says, half sarcastically, while turning her attention back to me. "Can we get to the main reason I called for you?"

"Of course, Tengen-sama," I oblige, and Kamo-Sensei doesn't interrupt this time.

"Then, I have another question for you," she begins, but I speak up before she can continue, interrupting her in a way I never would have if not for Sukuna and Kamo-Sensei corrupting my manners.

"Before that," I start. "As you have already asked a question, may I ask one before you get another?"

Tengen releases an amused breath through her nose and Kamo-Sensei gives me a proud nod, presumably for interrupting Tengen. Sometimes I feel like he thinks I should act like an asshole just because I'm strong.

"That is fair," Tengen agrees, not bothered by the interruption, and my eyes immediately light up.

Leaning forward with poorly restrained excitement, I ask the question that's been bothering me since Tengen first showed up.

"How did you make this building out of barriers?" I ask. "I cannot even sense the composition of the walls, and I don't know how you made freestanding barriers so durable!"

They are seriously tough too. I punched my balcony door earlier and it didn't even crack. I don't see how I could make a Curtain that tough without imposing a bunch of strict Conditions, like saying that anything can pass through except for me specifically.

Even then, I could probably maybe break it.

But as far as I can see, the barriers that make up this building don't have any kind of blatant Conditions applied to them to explain the toughness.

Tengen smiles at my question, and probably my enthusiasm as well. "Since you are so open with your own Technique, I shall simply show you."

With that said, she brings her hand back up and floating just an inch above the skin of her palm, she manifests two simple parallel white barriers, hexagonal in shape, and immediately I understand.

It kind of brings to mind the principles of quantum locking, from what little I understand of quantum locking anyway.

What she has is two barriers, and they are both designed to be releasing waves of attractive and repulsive force sequentially. Effectively meaning that one barrier releases a pulse that attracts the other, followed by a pulse that respells, then attracts and so on.

At the same time, the opposite barrier is doing the same thing but the other way around. When one releases an attractive pulse, the other releases a repulsive pulse and vice versa.

The result is a pair of barriers that cannot be pushed apart or pulled together. It should also be noted that these barriers are less than a nail's width apart, and I'm pretty sure that's her separating them more than usual for the sake of ease of viewing.

I imagine that the barrier is at its best when the two sides are practically fused together.

Additionally, it seems to function kind of like Anti-HEAT armour, specifically the spaced kind. High explosive anti-tank rounds basically function by being an explosive that only detonates after penetrating hard armour. It came about when normal rounds couldn't pierce through metal boats and tanks and stuff.

Spaced armour is just having two layers of armour with a gap in between so that the HEAT round penetrates the first set of armour and then explodes into the second.

This barrier works with a similar concept, except it's also kind of like a circuit. There is the Cursed Energy that goes into the construction of the Barrier Technique as a whole, but in order to actually break the Technique, you have to actually break both barriers. Only break one and it will just leech energy off of the other and fix itself.

The issue is that the Technique makes the barrier you attack extra tough by weakening the barrier you aren't attacking, creating a vulnerability to balance an increase in strength. It seems reactive too, so the only way to easily break it would be to attack both sides at the same time, otherwise it will just harden one side and then the other as it is attacked.

Or you could just hit it harder.

It really is a pretty amazing Technique. Not least of all because it can likely be used as a base to build more complex Techniques on top of, as I have had struggles otherwise manifesting simple but sturdy freestanding barriers.

Turning my gaze away from Tengen's Technique, I bring up my own hand, palm up, and focus my Cursed Energy.

Like that time I tried recreating ghosts, it isn't really difficult to just copy the form of her Technique. In fact, it's even easier since her Technique is actually made out of Cursed Energy, so I can just sense it without having to infuse it with my own Cursed Energy.

A second later, a pure black barrier springs into place, floating in the palm of my hand. The gap between the two sides is probably around about a millimetre in width.

Smiling, I use my other hand to attempt to squeeze the barrier, and then push it apart, but it doesn't budge. Test done, I bring out some more of my Cursed Energy and make some more barriers of varying size, shaping them until I am holding a miniature of the building we are inside in the palm of my hand.

Then I just apply a quick bit of colouring through an illusion Spell, and it really looks like the building Tengen made. Just tiny.

Awesome.

So lost in my thoughts am I that I utterly fail to see the look of surprise on Tengen's face as she stares at me.

Though, this Technique does get me thinking, what with how focused it is with magnetism, and I disperse the building I'd created, leaving only the base form of the barrier in my palm.

Then I decide to just dispel it and recreate it in the image I have in mind.

Above my palm, a barrier springs into being in the shape of a coil, and using the principles of Tengen's Technique, I make this coil effectively function as a magnet. Though, it isn't specifically magnet, and I have no idea if there are limits to what it can attract or repulse.

With that in place, I create a second barrier in the shape of a thin spike and once again I use the principles of Tengen's Technique to make this barrier appear to be ferromagnetic.

Then I just bring the spike-shaped barrier to the base of the coil-shaped one, and then, before I can even put it in, the spike is yanked out of my hand and into the coil, where it slams to a stop, floating in place.

Right. For a coil gun to work, it needs to let go of the projectile at the halfway point, so as to not arrest momentum.

With that in mind, I dispel the coil, catch the spike, and recreate the coil. This time, when I press the spike up to the bottom of the coil, I am ready.

The spike is sucked in, and I almost immediately dispel the coil, leaving the spike to fly with all of its momentum, and it's only when my eyes track the projectile right past Kamo-Sensei's face that I realise I got distracted.

The spike clanks against the wall, but it wasn't really going that fast in the first place, so there's no damage. Sabishī's Piercing Blood moves faster. I'm actually a little bit disappointed. Well, hopefully it can be improved in the future.

On the bright side, even if it can't, if people without Innate Techniques learn it then they might be able to better exorcise the weaker Curses out there, so it's not all bad even if I can't make it stronger.

But that's not imminently important.

Turning guiltily to the other two that I totally just forgot about, I scratch my cheek sheepishly as I look between them and let out a nervous chuckle.

"Having fun?~" Kamo-Sensei asks.

Neither of them ask about the coil gun based barrier, because both of them saw me make it and figured it out on their own. It's not exactly complicated.

"Yes, I am," I answer truthfully, before turning to Tengen. "I apologise for getting lost in my head."

"It is fine," she says after a moment. "I should have given Kamo-san's words more weight."

I don't know what Kamo-Sensei's words were, but I can totally understand where she's coming from, so I give her a sagely not. "I understand. He is completely impossible to trust."

"Hey!" Kamo-Sensei exclaims and is ignored.

"I see you know him well," Tengen agrees.

"This is slanderous."

"Unfortunately that is the case," I sigh.

"I am feeling unwanted."

"You have my condolences," Tengen says with an amused smirk that fades somewhat as she continues. "You have asked your question, now will you listen to mine?"

"Of course, Tengen-sama. My apologies again."

"You need not apologise so often. I do not easily take offence," she begins, but then her expression turns somewhat serious, though not to the point of being severe. "You have been a Jujutsu Sorcerer for nearly half a year now. What are your thoughts on the Jujutsu side of the world?"

Not having expected such a broad question, I tilt my head, giving Kamo-Sensei a quick glance to know that he doesn't seem like he feels like helping me out.

"It's cool?" I answer, not entirely sure of myself, since the question isn't specific at all. Though, I guess now that I think about it, if I had some kind of extreme opinions, then the question would be enough of an excuse to air them.

Unfortunately, I don't. I don't think I'm really an extreme kind of person.

"I love Jujutsu," I continue. "It is super awesome and I love it. I don't really like that Curses exist, but I do enjoy fighting them and seeing what they can do. I'm not really sure what else I am supposed to have particularly strong feelings about here."

"There is more to the world of Jujutsu than merely exorcising Curses," Tengen says, making my head tilt once more, since it's literally the job of a Jujutsu Sorcerer to exorcise Curses.

"Is there?"

My words seem to bring pause to Tengen who, after a moment, lets out a small but genuine smile. "I suppose you are right, my apologies."

Tengen dips in a brief bow, and it's only then that I think I might have figured out some of the subtext here. That being that she was maybe talking about politics, but I don't really care much about politics.

Being a Jujutsu Sorcerer and being a politician is two different things, even if one can be both.

"I do not truly know what it is you are apologising for, but your apology is accepted either way. May I ask another question?"

Tengen smiles and nods. "Naturally."

"Are there any Techniques or applications of Jujutsu that have been lost to time that you are aware of and able to teach?" I ask, getting a short laugh out of Tengen and a roll of the eyes from Kamo-Sensei.

"A good question," Tengen says with mirth. "However, Jujutsu has only grown. Any Technique I know that is not known by others is not exclusive by design, but simply because they are Techniques that take centuries of practice to perfect. I imagine you could learn them quicker than I did, but by that same metric, you will simply figure them out yourself as you progress, and I am starting to get the feeling that you would prefer to learn that way than be given shortcuts."

Dang, I was hoping for some super secret forbidden art or something, like out of a novel. But I guess Tengen really doesn't seem the type to hoard knowledge in the first place.

She is literally the headmaster of one of two Jujutsu schools and the literal founder of the idea of even having Jujutsu schools in the first place. She very clearly is not the type to hoard knowledge.

Oh well. She isn't wrong to say that figuring it out is half the fun. I'll just make my own super secret forbidden art. Can't be too hard. Just make a Technique powered by life-force and boom, forbidden.

Okay that's dumb, never mind.

"My turn," Tengen says, recapturing my attention, and her casual tone almost makes me miss her following words. "Would you like to live forever?"

It takes a second for her words to properly clock in my head, because she says them more like an offer than a curiosity.

"Uhm," I intelligently respond. "What?"

Tengen's expression remains calm. Almost but not quite casual. "It is difficult to have friends when everyone withers away and dies so much faster than you," she says.

I recognise the immortality dilemma right away, because I have heard the question posited so many times on the internet and heard every argument that can be given about whether immortality is good or bad.

Personally, I've always been in the camp that it's a good thing, rather than a curse.

"Kamo-san is the only person I know who I will not likely have to watch die," she continues, making me turn my attention to Kamo-Sensei.

From her phrasing, he must be older than he seems. Is Kamo-Sensei immortal too? Or just long lived? 

I decide to just ask directly. "How old are you, Kamo-Sensei?"

"Guess."

"Seventy," I immediately answer, having already thought of it before he asked.

"Hey!" He exclaims, seeming offended, though I don't believe it for a second. "Why did you answer that so quickly, at least think about it a little bit. I do not look seventy, I look fifty at oldest."

"Regardless of Kamo-san's age," Tengen says, bringing the conversation back on track. "You are someone I believe I could be friends with, and Kamo-san also speaks well of you. Eternity gets a little bit boring when you have no one to talk about old times with, and so I am asking you, would you like me to make you immortal?"

I find myself empathising with her. I couldn't imagine what it would be like living centuries after everyone I knew and loved died. However, unlike how Tengen seems, I think I would simply make new friends and loved ones.

It's a part of the argument I never agreed with, that outliving everyone would make immortality a curse. I obviously understand that it would suck watching everyone you love die.

But I also don't see the problem with just making new friends and loved ones every century. If anything, I'd be happy to have so many, likely differing, friendships.

So I do give Tengen's question its due consideration.

Which isn't actually a lot of consideration, because the answer is pretty simple for me.

"I do appreciate the offer, Tengen-sama, but I will decline."

"I see," Tengen responds, not sounding overly surprised. "Not the answer most would give. May I have your reasoning?"

"I just do not know if I want to live forever or not. I am only fifteen, I still have decades ahead of me before I even need to bother thinking about my time running out. I figure that if by the time I start getting old, that I want to die peacefully at the end of my natural lifespan, then I will. Otherwise, I will simply figure out immortality then, when it becomes relevant to my life."

"You do not act your age," Tengen comments. "Except perhaps for the lack of regard you seem to hold forethought in."

"If you spend all of your time thinking about the future or holding on to the past, then how can you ever experience the present?" I respond. "Memories should be cherished and held close, and the future should not be ignored. But my priority will always be ensuring that my present is the best that it can be, so that when, or if, I die, I will have an entire world of memories to look back upon."

"Hmm." Tengen tilts her head up as she considers my words, nodding slightly. "I cannot say I fully agree with your thought process, but I understand it. In that case, I will not push the issue. Though, I would like to point out how absurd your confidence in 'figuring out' immortality is."

It's fine that she doesn't see the world the same way as me. At the end of the day, we are different people, this much should be expected. But it's nice that she at least puts the effort into understanding, rather than just ignoring any opinion that doesn't match her own as false.

Though, I suspect that living as long as she has would make such a mind set to be expected.

As for the bit about immortality, I can't really just say that I've seen hundreds of solutions for immortality through various movies and games and such.

It's probably a bit dumb to try and recreate fictional methods of immortality in my very real life, but I figure a broken clock is right twice a day, so one of them will probably work. Maybe.

Worst case, I just beg Amaterasu to make me immortal. Gods can probably do that. Maybe.

It's not something I need to think about for decades anyway, and I'll have even more knowledge and experience when and if I do decide to try figuring it out.

"It just doesn't seem that hard," I say instead, making Kamo-Sensei snort and Tengen shake her head.

I just grin at them, just generally feeling happy that I've made another friend, even if she might want to keep me at arm's length thanks to the whole immortality thing.

This is not at all what I expected to happen when I walked into this room, but I am definitely happy with it.

"Well," Tengen says after a moment. "It is your turn."

Grinning wider, I excitedly blurt out the first question that comes to mind, while also looking forward to a long night of questions being asked an answered.

"What is the most confusing Innate Technique you have ever seen?"

My question makes Tengen smile widely, and Kamo-Sensei burst out laughing, making me think he already knows the answer.

"Let me tell you about a Sorcerer from Harima..."

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A/N: He~llo! Dear readers!

I am so fkn tired rn. I'm tryna fix my sleep schedule again and it's fucking with my will to write ._.)

the sorcerer from Harima isn't important, I was just making a reference.

Also, before anyone can start theory crafting, Tengen can't grant immortality, that was just a bluff. don't think too hard about it.

Also also, Narauko made a coil gun, not a rail gun, there is a difference, I cba to explain it tho, so use google if you're curious. Obv, this isn't exactly the same cuz it's magic and not science too. 

And no, I don't intend to make rail gun go brrr like I did in my first fic (not that the vast majority of you have read anything I've done but this one lol). Tbh, I'm probably gonna forget about it entirely, and just try to remember to have him introduce it into the system so people without innate techniques can learn it. idfk, I don't plan this shit out lmao.

Tbh I don't even wanna do anything with the railgun, I just thought about it while writing it by accident. Plus I'm tired. I'm just gonna mostly ignore it and say the Cursed technique barrier can't generate enough magnetic force to be truly deadly, cuz Innate Techniques are supposed to be vastly better than spells, and allowing this spell to break that would feel disingenuous, so the coil gun can't shoot faster than piercing blood.

I'm going to bed. It's not even 4pm but I am so fkn tired rn.

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