"In that case, as you wish."
Seeing Kirukiru Amou's face clearly written with the expression of "Hurry up and conquer me," Heimdall didn't hold back after hearing her words.
Since the other party had shown her resolve, as a God, he naturally should respond.
Thus,
Heimdall stepped forward.
He skillfully settled himself between Kirukiru Amou's waist and hips.
This time,
the sensation was completely different.
If Inaba Tsukiyo was soft cotton that inspired pity,
then Kirukiru Amou was a fully drawn longbow.
Taut.
Resilient.
Full of elasticity.
Heimdall could even feel the body beneath him instinctively resisting the external pressure, making slight rebounds.
However,
Heimdall didn't pay too much attention.
He lifted the long black hair,
revealing the shoulder blades on her back that seemed ready to spread like wings.
"So this is that so-called Incarnation Blade..."
Heimdall placed his hand on Kirukiru Amou's slightly trembling spine, feeling the rhythm containing explosive power beneath his palm.
"Your body is well trained."
"Like good iron."
"Hmph."
Kirukiru Amou, lying on the bed, let out a muffled grunt. Although her face was buried in the pillow, hiding her expression, her voice carried no hint of shyness, but rather a touch of pride.
"That is natural."
"My body is long past being mere mortal flesh."
"It is a weapon."
"Is that so?"
"Then let me see."
"Just how sharp can this weapon of yours become under the forging of a God."
Saying that,
Heimdall condensed blood on his fingertip.
"Drip."
The "Divine Blood," drawn by gravity, fell.
It merged into that patch of ivory-white spine.
"Vwoom—"
A brilliant red light flared up.
Complex blessing inscriptions rapidly spread across Kirukiru Amou's back.
A moment later,
the light receded.
Heimdall glanced at the data displayed above.
Even though he was mentally prepared, his eyebrows couldn't help but twitch slightly.
"As expected..."
"She's a monster."
[Name]: Kirukiru Amou
[Race]: Human
[Level]: Lv.1
[Stats]: Strength: I0 / Endurance: I0 / Dexterity: I0 / Agility: I0 / Magic: I0
[Development Abilities]: None
[Magic]: None
[Skills]: 'Incarnation Blade', 'Delusion of Struggle'
Only two skills.
One less than Inaba Tsukiyo.
However,
Skill:
'Incarnation Blade'
The body is the weapon.
Physical strength is greatly enhanced with the increase in [Endurance] and [Strength], and is no longer limited by the physical material limits of humans.
When subjected to physical attacks, a judgment is made based on the difference between the two parties' [Strength] and [Endurance].
If the side's judgment is higher than the opponent's, they can partially nullify damage and return the absorbed impact force to the opponent in the form of 'Shockwave' multiple times, causing a recoil effect.
Unarmed attacks are treated as a slash from a [Famous Sword] of the same level and possess the [Armor Break] property.
'Delusion of Struggle'
An extreme obsession with the strong becomes fuel for growth.
The acquisition speed of all stats and proficiency receives a massive boost; this boost effect has no upper limit and depends on the depth of the obsession.
If fighting an opponent regarded as a [Target to Surpass], the growth rate of all stats doubles.
...
When Heimdall picked up a piece of parchment, imprinted the data displayed on her back, and showed it to the others at the same time,
"Wh-What is this..."
Rin stared at the description of 'Incarnation Blade', her eyeballs nearly popping out.
"That's a certified stat monster..."
Kikakujuo Mary leaned in, looking at the description, her mouth agape wide enough to fit an egg.
Even though they only had a superficial understanding of Orario's power system.
Just reading the skill description for 'Incarnation Blade', anyone who wasn't a fool could grasp its sheer value.
Physical strength increases with [Endurance] and [Strength]?
Bare-handed attacks are treated as attacks from a famous blade?
What kind of human is this?
This is clearly a blade wearing human skin.
"The body... is the weapon?"
Rin stared intently at those words, her expression complex.
As a pure swordsman, she understood all too well what this meant.
It meant Kirukiru Amou could fight hand-to-hand as if wielding divine weapons.
And she wouldn't have to worry about her weapon breaking.
"Don't just focus on the first one."
Heimdall's finger slid down, pointing at the second skill.
"This is the key point."
"'Delusion of Struggle'."
"As long as she can find a target she wants to surpass."
"The deeper the obsession, the fiercer the flames burn."
"She'll become a monster that knows no fatigue."
"A target she must surpass..."
"Isn't that you?"
"God."
Kirukiru Amou lay on the bed, her chin resting on her folded hands, her tongue lightly licking the corner of her mouth as she revealed a heart-palpitating smile.
Having said that,
Kirukiru Amou slowly rose, barefoot, and crawled over to Heimdall, her warm breath touching the side of his neck.
Their bodies drew close, so close they could almost feel each other's breathing.
"If that's the case."
"Then the future really is a side show worth looking forward to."
"Ambition is a good thing."
"However..."
"Since you've already done it, hurry up and put your clothes on."
"Although I don't mind continuing to appreciate the beauty of this body."
"But you should make room for the people behind you."
"Tch."
As soon as these words were spoken,
Kirukiru Amou pouted in dissatisfaction.
However.
Since that string of passionate confessions hadn't frightened her god,
Kirukiru Amou naturally and tactfully reined in that devouring expression.
She nimbly rolled off the bed, grabbed the nearby sleeping robe, and casually draped it over herself.
Just before leaving, she still swept that scorching gaze over Heimdall once more, then contentedly walked aside to study her own status.
...
At this point,
The atmosphere in the room grew even more delicate.
After all.
Inaba Tsukiyo was an extreme-type specialized genius.
Kirukiru Amou was a growth-type tyrannosaurus.
With these two monsters setting the opening act,
With such pearls before swine, if the panel they opened turned out to be too pathetic, wouldn't it be utterly embarrassing?
Thinking of this, the few girls looked at each other, feeling immense pressure.
Just then.
Tamaba Satori, who had been preempted by Kirukiru Amou earlier, could finally hold back no longer.
...
This girl with long jade-green hair pouted, her cheeks puffed up in anger.
While muttering things like "mean-spirited" and "people who cut in line won't grow tall," she hopped over.
She didn't even wait for Kirukiru Amou to completely leave the bed.
She had already eagerly squeezed over, slipping to Heimdall's side like a loach.
"It's definitely little Satori's turn this time!"
"No one can take little Satori's turn!"
As she spoke, Tamaba Satori extremely boldly untied the sash of her sleeping robe.
Her movements were so fast that Heimdall almost didn't react in time.
"Now~ God-sama, please enjoy little Satori~"
"..."
Heimdall looked at this girl who seemed harmless but was actually covered in poisonous thorns.
And helplessly shook his head.
"Behave."
"Wah!"
Tamaba Satori let out an exaggerated cry, obediently lay down as instructed, and then
Heimdall skillfully drew blood and let it drip.
"Hum—"
A light suddenly shone.
A moment later.
[Name]: Tamaba Satori
[Race]: Human
[Level]: Lv.1
[Status]: Strength: I0 / Endurance: I0 / Dexterity: I0 / Agility: I0 / Magic: I0
[Skill]: 'Heartless Blade'
Skill:
'Heartless Blade'
Attacks launched in a state of no killing intent have their concealment raised to the limit and cannot be detected by conventional perception skills.
If an attack hits a vital point undetected, damage is doubled.
"Huh?"
When Heimdall handed the parchment to her,
After Tamaba Satori put her sleeping robe back on and saw that lone line in the skill column, her originally expectant little face instantly fell.
"Why is there only one?"
"Tsukiyo-chan has three, Amauha has two..."
"Why does little Satori only have one?"
"This is so unfair!"
Tamaba Satori grumbled discontentedly while turning the parchment over and over, trying to find a hidden second line of text.
"God-sama is biased!"
"You definitely hid the good ones!"
"Don't rush."
Seeing Tamaba Satori looking like she was about to throw a tantrum on the floor, Heimdall helplessly pointed at the skill's detailed description.
"Quality over quantity in weapons."
"This one skill of yours is more lethal than three ordinary skills combined."
"When you can kill as calmly as trimming flower stems,"
"You are the most terrifying assassin in the world."
Heimdall looked at the thoughtful Tamaba Satori and gave his final assessment.
"This skill suits you well."
Just as a child tears off a butterfly's wings.
At that moment,
It wasn't thinking "I want to torture this insect."
It was simply wondering, "What happens if the wings come off?"
No malice, thus no flaw.
Tamaba Satori was the epitome of this.