Adam’s voice resonated firmly as he uttered in English, “Inventory.”

The moment the word left his lips, a black tattoo resembling an "I" materialized on his wrist. The onlookers froze, their eyes glued to the strange occurrence.

The air around Adam’s hand seemed to compress, shimmering faintly as though reality itself was bending.

From this distorted space emerged a peculiar object, leaving everyone stunned. It was small, sleek, and black—a shuriken, unlike any they had ever seen.

Robin’s gaze locked onto the object, his expression a mix of confusion and intrigue. "A shuriken?" he muttered in disbelief. His brows furrowed. Why would he summon something so insignificant?

Adam’s calm smile didn’t waver. "Yes, this is all I need," he said, his tone unwavering. "This alone is more than enough to deal with all of you."

Robin’s lips curled into a sneer, but the faintest trace of doubt flickered in his eyes. Is this confidence real? Or is he trying to bluff his way out? The shuriken appeared even smaller than the average ones used in battle, fitting snugly on Adam’s palm. In comparison to the grandiose weapons Robin had encountered, this seemed laughable.

His voice dripped with mockery as he laughed, "If that’s all you’ve got, then I’d love to see what it can do! Go on, entertain me!"

Adam didn’t react to the taunt. Instead, his gaze shifted to the shuriken in his hand. His fingers remained steady as he whispered in English, “Start.”

At his command, the small shuriken began to rotate slowly. The samurai standing behind Robin chuckled, shaking their heads. To them, it seemed like nothing more than a toy. Robin himself burst into laughter, pointing at the spinning weapon.

"That’s it?!" he exclaimed. "This little thing is supposed to take down all my men? Oh no, I’m so scared!" His voice dripped with sarcasm as he clutched his sides in exaggerated laughter.

But not everyone was laughing. Standing behind Robin, Sinu’s face had turned pale. He took a hesitant step backward, his instincts screaming at him. He had witnessed Adam’s unpredictability before and knew better than to dismiss his words.

"Sir Sinu, where are you going?" one of the samurai whispered behind him, confused by his retreat.

Seenu turned and hissed, "Move! Step aside, now!"

The samurai looked at him with bewilderment. "We can’t just leave, sir. What are you doing?"

Sinu’s heart pounded as he cast a nervous glance at Robin, who was still laughing at Adam. If Robin notices me retreating, I’m finished. But his fear of Adam outweighed everything else. He tried once again to push past the line of samurai, but they wouldn’t budge.

Meanwhile, Robin’s laughter faltered as his attention returned to Adam.

The shuriken, which had been spinning sluggishly, suddenly gained momentum. Its rotation became faster, emitting a faint humming sound. The sound grew sharper, slicing through the air with an eerie precision.

Robin narrowed his eyes, his amusement replaced with caution. The shuriken was no longer stationary; it had lifted slightly from Adam’s hand, floating a few inches above his wrist.

Adam’s voice broke the tense silence, calm and commanding, "Ignite.”

In an instant, the spinning shuriken underwent a startling transformation. The black blades released a brilliant blue energy that crackled like lightning. At first, the glow was faint, almost like flickering sparks. But within moments, it intensified, forming a luminous halo around the shuriken’s edges.

The outer layer of the shuriken expanded, the blue energy extending like razor-sharp light blades. It emitted a high-pitched whirring noise, as if it were tearing through the very fabric of the air.

The samurai stared in stunned silence, their earlier laughter long forgotten. Even Robin’s confidence wavered as he watched the weapon hovering above Adam’s wrist, its light pulsating with dangerous energy.

"What… what is that?" Robin whispered, his bravado faltering.

The shuriken spun faster, the air around it vibrating with raw power. The hum deepened into a resonating roar, a sound that sent shivers down the spines of everyone present.

The blue light grew brighter, illuminating the area with a ghostly glow as the energy extended outward, resembling blades of pure, lethal power.

Sinu, now trembling visibly, took another step back, his voice barely audible as he muttered, "It’s not just a shuriken. It’s a death sentence."

The electrifying moment, with the glowing shuriken spinning menacingly in the air, its energy promising devastation.

The villagers, who had been watching the tense standoff with a mixture of fear and helplessness, gasped audibly.

The glowing, spinning shuriken in Adam's hand—surrounded by a pulsating blue energy—seemed to defy everything they had ever known about weapons. Their fear gave way to awe and disbelief.

“What kind of weapon is this?” one of them whispered, clutching the arm of the person next to them.

Even Robin, who had been trying to maintain his composure, found his confidence shaken. The shuriken had grown larger, its edges now brimming with an energy so intense that it seemed alive.

The way it spun and crackled in the air reminded him of something from his past—his fight against a magician who had wielded devastating magical spells.

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Robin's mind raced. "How can boy, a swordsman, possess something so similar to magic? Is he a magician too?" The thought was absurd, almost laughable. "No… there has to be another explanation. There’s something about this weapon, something I don’t understand."

Robin’s confidence wavered momentarily, but he quickly suppressed his doubt, glaring at Adam.

Adam, noticing the silence that had fallen over the samurai and villagers, spoke with a calm but commanding tone. "I’m about to show all of you mercy," he said, his voice unwavering.

His gaze fell on the spinning shuriken. In English, he added, "I want the heads of all the samurai here—except for those two standing at the front."

The moment the words left Adam’s mouth, the energy around the shuriken shifted. The blue aura expanded outward, rippling like shockwaves, its intensity building with every passing moment. The energy seemed alive, like a beast coiling before a strike.

The shuriken suddenly detached itself from Adam’s hand.

With a burst of speed, it tore through the air, leaving behind a trail of bright blue light that shimmered like a laser.

The weapon’s speed was blinding, almost incomprehensible. Robin barely had time to react before the shuriken reached its first target: the samurai standing to his right.

The samurai froze as the shuriken approached his neck. The spinning blades, surrounded by their deadly energy, didn’t even need to touch him. The sheer force and heat of the aura began cutting through his neck before the shuriken made contact.

In just few seconds, the samurai’s head was severed cleanly from his body.

For a brief moment, the samurai stood motionless, his eyes wide with shock. He didn’t even realize he had been killed. His body crumpled to the ground, the sound of his collapse breaking the silence.

The shuriken didn’t stop. It whizzed past the falling body, its glowing trail illuminating the area, and headed straight for the next samurai.

In another second, the second samurai met the same fate. The shuriken’s energy didn’t falter; it sliced through his neck with brutal precision. He, too, fell lifeless to the ground, his face still frozen in a look of disbelief.

Robin’s eyes widened in horror. His mocking smile was long gone, replaced by a grim realization. The weapon wasn’t just dangerous—it was unstoppable.

The shuriken continued its deadly path, targeting the third samurai. In another second, another life was taken. The glowing blades, spinning faster than the eye could follow, cut through one samurai after another with terrifying efficiency.

The remaining samurai, who had initially dismissed Adam’s weapon as a mere trick, were now paralyzed with fear. They watched helplessly as the shuriken moved from one target to the next, leaving a trail of devastation in its wake.

Even the villagers, who had been hopeful just moments ago, were now horrified by the sheer lethality of Adam’s weapon.

Sinu, who had been cautiously retreating earlier, froze in his tracks. His survival instincts screamed at him to run, but his legs refused to move. He could only watch as the shuriken carved through his comrades, one by one.

Robin clenched his fists, his mind racing for a solution. But for the first time in years, he felt powerless. The shuriken wasn’t just a weapon—it was a force of nature.

As the shuriken continued its deadly course, the villagers, the samurai, and even Robin himself could only watch in stunned silence.

The glowing shuriken cut through yet another samurai, its trail of destruction painting a picture of unrelenting devastation.

The shuriken continued its deadly dance, leaving a brilliant trail of light behind as it moved through the circle of samurai surrounding the villagers.

In mere seconds, it reached each samurai one by one, cutting through their necks with precision so swift that their bodies hadn’t even registered the blow.

The villagers watched in stunned silence, their fear mingling with disbelief at the sight of Adam’s devastating weapon.

Robin’s sharp instincts kicked in as he heard a scream to his left. He turned his head just in time to see the bodies of the samurai beside him collapse, their heads severed.

His heart pounded as his eyes darted to the right, only to catch another samurai meeting the same fate.

At that moment, time seemed to slow for Robin. He could see the shuriken spinning in excruciating detail, its deadly blue energy vibrating through the air.

It was just inches away from the neck of the samurai beside him. He could feel the sharp hum of the energy as it passed, brushing terrifyingly close to him.

Every muscle in his body tensed as he watched the shuriken continue its path, leaving devastation in its wake.

Robin’s heart raced as if it might burst from his chest. He could only watch in frozen horror as the shuriken’s glowing trail painted a path of destruction, one that he seemed powerless to stop.

The shuriken, having completed its circuit, shot back toward Adam, leaving behind a glowing blue line that lingered in the air like a scar.

It spun violently as it returned to Adam’s palm, its hum loud enough to drown out the faint gasps of the few villagers who hadn’t completely lost their voices.

The air seemed to crackle with the weapon’s sheer power as it rested on Adam's hand, still spinning furiously.

Robin remained frozen in place, his gaze fixed on the shuriken. His body refused to move.

His mind screamed for him to look away, to focus on something else, but his eyes betrayed him. They remained locked on the aftermath of the weapon’s rampage.

Around him, the mutilated bodies of the samurai lay scattered, their severed heads far from their bodies. Blood pooled on the ground, but Robin’s eyes were not on the fallen—they were on Adam.

Adam stood firm, his expression calm and unyielding, the shuriken spinning in his hand as if mocking Robin’s helplessness. Robin’s hands trembled, and his thoughts spiraled into chaos. He barely registered the terrified cries behind him until one voice broke through the haze.

Sinu.

Sinu’s panicked scream brought Robin back to the moment. The terrified man, having watched the shuriken eliminate the samurai in just two seconds, finally gathered the courage to flee.

His trembling legs carried him backward as he turned to run. But as he took his first step, Adam’s voice cut through the chaos, calm and steady.

“Freeze.”

The word, spoken softly yet laced with power, sent a shiver through the air. Sinu’s body locked in place mid-stride, his foot suspended just above the ground.

His eyes darted wildly, the only part of him that could still move. Inside, he screamed at himself, “Move! Run! I don’t want to die! Please, let me go!” But his body refused to obey. He stood frozen, his panic mounting with every passing second.

Robin turned his gaze toward Seenu, who stood unnaturally still. The fear in Sinu’s eyes was unmistakable. Robin recognized it all too well—it was the same paralyzing terror he had felt years ago.

His mind began to drift, pulled back to a memory he had long tried to forget.

Four years earlier,

a much younger Robin, barely 17, sat cross-legged in an old-style Japanese room.

His youthful face was marked with determination, his brow furrowed as he poured over a book titled "Aura Sense". For the past month, he had been trying to master the skill described in its pages, but every attempt had ended in failure.

Frustration clouded his thoughts as he flipped through the pages. The room was silent except for the faint rustle of paper, his focus so intense that he didn’t notice when someone entered.

“Big brother, are you studying again? Come play with me!” A cheerful voice broke through his concentration.

Robin looked up to see a 15-year-old girl standing in the doorway, her bright eyes full of mischief. She grinned at him, her hands on her hips, as if she were scolding him for being too serious.

“Piko, leave me alone,” Robin muttered, barely glancing at her before returning his attention to the book.

Piko pouted, stepping closer. “You’re so boring, big brother. Always reading these useless books. What’s so special about this one?”

Before Robin could stop her, Piko plopped down beside him and grabbed the book. She squinted at the pages, reading the contents aloud with mock seriousness.

Robin sighed, exasperated, as Piko’s teasing voice filled the room.