"Henshin!"
With a low, slightly chuunibyou shout, Peter's left hand slammed down on the switch atop his belt.
"Driver On, Please~!"
The mechanical voice announced his intent, and Peter's right hand swept across the shifting elemental orb at the center of the Driver. As his arm extended, a magnificent, crimson magic circle materialized beside him.
"Shabadobie-Touch-Henshin! Shabadobie-Touch-Henshin!""Hi Hi Hi-Hi-Hi~~!"
Accompanied by the oddly catchy rock-and-roll jingle, the crimson magic circle swept through Peter's body.
In the wake of the light, a sleek suit of knight-like armor—predominantly black but adorned with brilliant red gemstones on the chest and shoulders—wrapped itself around his frame.
The newly transformed Peter walked over to a full-length mirror. He was, in a word, impressed.
The system-modified Wizard suit was far more textured and aggressive than the "toy-like" original. The iconic long coat tails (the mantle) remained, flowing behind him as a symbol of his status as a master of the mystic arts.
One word: Cool. Two words: Absolute fire.
The aesthetics were top-tier, but the increase in power was what truly mattered. Upon entering the default Flame Style, Peter felt a tectonic shift in his internal energy.
His Chakra and Qi had been perfectly distilled and converted by the Driver into high-grade fire-elemental magic.
His control over this flame was now as natural as his control over electricity. He snapped his fingers, and a steady, dancing flame ignited on his fingertip.
"Let's try... this."
Peter focused his magic into his palm.
Sss—!
Within seconds, a crimson orb the size of a fist, spinning at a violent velocity, formed in his hand.
Red Flame Rasengan!
The terrifying heat and destructive energy contained within the sphere turned his bedroom into an oven instantly. Posters on the wall began to curl and char from the ambient temperature alone.
"Whoops, the power is a bit over the top for home use!" Peter quickly dispelled the orb and used the Horse Talisman to restore the room to its original state.
"Time for the usual proving ground: Hell's Kitchen, let's go~"
He stepped onto the windowsill and swept his hand over the Driver again. The red orb shifted to a vibrant green.
"Hurricane, Please!"
A green magic circle passed through him, swapping the crimson accents for emerald. Peter leaped from the window, but instead of falling, he shot upward.
Enveloped in invisible wind currents, he hovered effortlessly in the night sky.
"Wooo! Take-off!"
No glider required. No need to focus on Geppo (Moonwalk). He simply willed the magic, and he was soaring. While his top speed was currently closer to an attack helicopter than his "Wheel of Fortune" enhanced glider, the sheer freedom of personal flight was incomparable.
Minutes later, the grimy streets of Hell's Kitchen appeared beneath him. Since Kingpin's death, the district had devolved into a free-for-all. Even at 1:00 AM, the sound of sporadic gunfire echoed through the alleys.
Peter locked onto a drug manufacturing plant where the gunfire was most concentrated.
"Let's start with you guys!"
Hovering high above, Peter raised a single hand.
Vroom—vroom—vroom—!
A violent gale coalesced in his palm, rapidly flattening into the shape of a massive, four-pointed star.
Wind Style: Rasenshuriken!
Because his energy had been converted into pure elemental magic, he didn't need "Sage Mode" to throw the technique. It was ready for launch.
Using his Byakugan to lock onto the factory's structural weaknesses, Peter hurled the shimmering blue star downward.
The Rasenshuriken tore through the factory's corrugated metal roof like paper. Inside, a group of gang members were holding a middle-aged scientist at gunpoint. They looked up just in time to see the blue glow descending.
"WHIRRRRRRRR—!!!"
Under the stunned gaze of the guards, the technique detonated upon impact. The high-pitched whistle of the wind swallowed every other sound. A massive, hemispherical dome of cyan energy expanded five meters wide, filled with millions of microscopic wind-blades.
The gang members and their machinery were pulverized instantly. When the dome vanished, there was no factory left. No walls, no equipment—just a bare patch of ground covered in a slurry of blood and metal fragments.
"Damn... even the Hulk would have a bad day if he took that head-on."
Peter's Byakugan caught movement. Nearby gang hideouts were lighting up as reinforcements poured out into the streets, weapons drawn.
"Looks like this gang grew pretty fast after Kingpin died... good for them."
Peter's right hand swept across the Driver once more.
"Thunder, Please~!"
Golden lightning erupted! His armor shifted to a brilliant white with gold crystalline accents, surrounded by arcs of violent electricity. This wasn't the original Hurricane Style's secondary lightning—this was a Thunder Style uniquely evolved from his Electro powers!
"Now... It's showtime!"
Peter landed in the middle of the street and stomped his foot. Golden lightning snaked across the pavement, seeking out every armed thug with terrifying precision.
Zzzzt!
The reinforcements collapsed before they could even aim. One by one, they were granted the "high-quality sleep of a newborn."
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