Azuma Shoyo and Crk Kent sparred for nearly an hour before calling it quits.
"Alright, let's stop here," Crk said, raising a hand.
Whoosh!
Azuma halted a short distance away, the scarlet glow fading from his eyes.
"That was awesome!"
Azuma grinned, feeling no discomfort from the fight—just pure exhiration coursing through him. It couldn't have been more satisfying.
Sure…
Getting hit stung a bit.
But only for a moment.
Under the sunlight, the pain vanished instantly.
"Definitely a bst," Crk said with a ugh.
After decades of holding back, he'd finally cut loose today.
So…
This fight? He'd enjoyed it just as much.
But while they'd had their fun…
The surrounding ndscape had taken a beating.
Everywhere they looked, the ground was pockmarked with craters. The once-towering hills? Nearly all fttened!
Anyone stumbling across this might think a massive meteor shower had just hit.
"Let's get outta here," Azuma said, gncing in a certain direction before nodding to Crk. They took off in a fsh.
Ten minutes ter…
Several armed helicopters buzzed in from the distance.
The American soldiers aboard gaped at the scarred terrain below.
"Did a meteor shower just hit here?" one asked instinctively.
His buddy shook his head grimly, then reported the situation up the chain.
None of that mattered to Azuma and Crk, though—they were already back in Smallville.
Azuma hung out at Crk's pce for a bit. Martha Kent warmly invited him to stay for dinner.
After eating, Azuma checked the time—it was getting te—so he said his goodbyes and left.
By the time he reached his motel, it was past 10:00 PM.
He parked in the lot, headed upstairs, and entered his second-floor room.
Inside…
Azuma set down a case he'd been carrying.
It held his white-and-gold Kryptonian armor.
The skintight suit? He wore it underneath his everyday clothes—just like Crk did.
Lying on the bed, Azuma repyed the past two days in his mind, a bright smile spreading across his face.
"This trip's main goal is basically done. Now it's just about clearing this world and nailing the completion achievement."
To do that, he'd have to wait for Zod and his crew to show up.
Probably a few days off, he figured.
"Wonder what the hidden achievements require?" he mused.
The system had expined earlier: every Marvel/DC world had a main completion achievement and hidden ones.
The main one was spelled out from the start.
For this Man of Steel world, it was defeating Zod—with at least 50% participation.
Hidden achievements, though? No clues.
He'd have to figure those out himself.
"Eh, forget it. Sleep time!"
Azuma closed his eyes and drifted off within minutes.
…
When he opened them again, he was back in the anime multiverse.
6:00 AM sharp.
Climbing out of bed, he felt the surging power in every cell of his body and grinned.
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[Name: Azuma Shoyo][Gender: Male][Lifespan: 17/400 (years)][Strength: 810,000 tons][Defense: Can withstand a 10-megaton nuclear bst][Speed: Mach 202][Bloodline: Kryptonian][Superpowers: Sor Energy Absorption, Heat Vision, Bio-Force Field, Super Breath, Super Vision, Super Hearing, Super Intelligence…][Extracted Trait: Man of Steel][Extraction Chances Remaining: 0]
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Two days of sunbathing in the DC world—especially that stretch in space—had boosted his strength by 10,000 tons and his speed by 2 Mach.
Compared to his baseline, it wasn't a huge jump.
But for a normal human? Terrifying!
"The Kryptonian bloodline's wild. Seems like the older I get, the more efficiently I absorb sor energy," he thought.
Sure, he'd soaked up more sun in two days than Crk typically did in four or five—especially with that space time, equivalent to Crk's output over a dozen days.
But gaining 10,000 tons of strength in a couple weeks of normal routine? No way Crk could've done that as a kid.
Back then, teenage Crk was lifting a few tons—cars and such.
His power grew with age.
A 30-something Crk converted sor energy into strength on a level miles beyond his 10-year-old self.
The gap? More than ten thousandfold.
Since Azuma had extracted the [Man of Steel] trait from Crk, his sor absorption matched 33-year-old Crk's efficiency.
And as Azuma aged, it'd only get better.
Was there a cap?
No idea.
He hadn't tested it.
It was Tuesday. Azuma got up, freshened up, whipped up a quick breakfast, and headed to school.
He didn't need to eat anymore.
But after years of habit—not to mention the sheer joy of it—he wasn't about to stop.
Food wasn't just fuel; it was fun.
He could even eat more than before!
No worries about packing on pounds now.
Eat to his heart's content? Hell yeah!
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