Callan learned of the instances in which he got into the flow state. It was simple: He took a deep breath with his eyes closed and exhaled slowly. Callan closed his eyes, and he stood up. “Not the right time, " he said, opening his eyes back up to the rat panicking, losing more of its fear by the second.
The rat raised its tail to the ceiling again and began digging through it repeatedly. Callan stretched his arms out and slowly closed them like the Taiji symbol. It was just a cool gesture, it didn’t really form a barrier made in the shape of the yin and yang symbol. However, it supports the belief that his barrier is stronger and tightly held together.
That was basically magic, a power that is fueled by supporting objects and theories to do absolutely anything. The rocks began to fall from the sky while Callan stood with his 1-inch magic barrier outlining his body. Overconfidence? Yes. It was just rocks though, even without a barrier he would survive, maybe just a little crushed, but he wouldn’t die.
Soon, the sounds of the rat banging on the top of the room stopped. Then came the grizzling sound of hot oil on a pan began. “Oh well.” With his hands intertwined in a symbol on his upper abdomen, he released multiple magic threads through the tight gaps of the rocks.
After the threads had been loosely estimated to have come out of the rocks, he immediately enlarged each magic thread to blow and crush every rock around. At the same time, he ran and spun his head to look for the pile of poison the rat had released. Immediately as soon as he spotted the poison, he jumped to the opposite side.
The rat’s tail smashed the ceiling again, showering the ground with more rocks. Fuck you. Callan ran to the rat, hiding beneath it.
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He stabbed the same spot that he had previously dug before. Then a sap of poison dropped from the hole. The rat screeched in pain and opened his legs, squishing Callan inside the hole.
In a quarter of a second, Callan had already gone through hundreds of situations, but he couldn’t get out. Then half a second later.
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Callan covered his head with a thick layer of magic. The pieces of meat scattered in front of his face and he jumped inside like a pole inside a tight… Well, you know what I mean. Apologies.
Well… now what am I going to do? Callan was now stuck inside the rat’s body, standing on the rat’s skin. After a few minutes, it began moving. Then, he tapped on the floor, dropping to the ground and immediately rolling outside the rat’s body.
“Fucking shit. That was a dumb move.” He clicked his tongue. But not lime he really had a choice. The moment he got out, the rat began smashing the ceiling once more. It wouldn’t stop, it didn’t matter if its skin was getting smashed to the point of bleeding.
Callan began to think about the poison coming out of the rat’s body after 2 meters inside. Blood? Blood coming out of the rat’s body? That didn’t appear from the bottom.
Callan was covered in rocks again. After going through the same situation, like a tiring Monday routine, he jumped to the sky forming an angel on his spear, and grabbed on the tail.
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“Reeee!!!!” The rat touched the ceiling again.
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Callan spun the spear 360 degrees, slicing the tail off. In the split second his spear was separated from the tail, he pierced the tail again the moment it began to fall down.
|Exploding Spear Arth: First Movement(Variation) - Single Hand Stab|
Then he did it again. He repeated, repeated, repeated, repeated, and repeated. After two seconds, he had sliced off 3 meters off the tail.
Callan fell to the ground, exhausted. “What the fuck!!” He drained every air in his lungs. Then the rat’s tail dropped in front of him, stretching just an inch away from his nose. It immediately retracted and it left a smile on Callan’s face.
“I really feel like digging a grave with a spoon. Or more like peeling a giant apple!”
He sighed for a few seconds. The tail had already reached the ceiling three times, and the rocks were already in the middle of the room.
The rat’s tail was double the length of his body and ran from the length of his waist to a diameter of 5 meters.
Callan reached his magic thread and tied it around the tail. He covered his entire body with magic and quickly pulled it up. All the falling rocks were blown above.
Then once again, he started. Stabbing into the tail and slowly chipping it off, bit by bit. After another 3 meters, he dropped and closed his eyes. Callan took a deep breath and inhaled slowly.
I’m back. That… was also going to be the last. Callan grabbed onto the hollow eye and pulled himself fast. With his other hand, like a nimble spider, like that one superhero, he swung to the end of the tail.
Maybe it was because of the lack of both eyes, that the rat reacted a second late. That single second meant everything. Callan had lots of possible ways to defeat the rat, but in reality, removing one of its supposed bodies was one of the biggest steps he could take.
Callan held his right hand tighter on the spear.
|Exploding Spear Arth: First Movement(Variation) - Single Hand Stab|
He turned his body upside down and clutched his legs on the tail.
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A giant glowing saw blew from his spear, slicing every bit of hair above the rat’s body leaving a straight mark across the entire room. Callan’s flow state didn't disappear. It was a moment he couldn’t let go. A moment… a single moment, it was the only time he could do it.
Callan twisted his body on top of the tail. He ran across it while it fell. He reached above the rat's body as it opened its mouth to screech in pain. “Reeeeee!!!” Callan jumped down holding his spear tight. Great fight… sadly… it would have been harder if you weren’t so big. I… kinda feel pity, if only you had a smaller body. Callan’s smile instantly dropped. I would die.
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“I aimed for one of the bleeding eyes and it died. Mirai… am I… shit to want to die? Am I shit to disregard your life? I released every bit of my magic in those seconds it took me to fall down… yet… I’m alive. It shouldn’t even have died… it was just one attack! I should die! I used all my magic! My body is screaming in pain!” Callan rubbed his hair up, then covered his face with both his hands. He rubbed his fingers on the edges of his eyes. He rubbed his hands on each other and yelled.
“HAaaaAaaAAAaaaaaAaaaaAAAAAaaaa!!”
He opened his eyes to the dark void.
“Well… at least you're alive.”