Until midnight, Jack meditated and controlled his soul energy to increase his mastery.

"I should climb up to this tree and rest there; it is better than sleeping on the ground."

Before sleeping, he thought about how dangerous it is to sleep in the wild. But there are some things that he cannot change.

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"I slept well," as he opens his eyes to the light of the morning.

The night passed without any kind of incident.

"I need to hunt for my food, and I also need to start creating different uses of soul energy without trying to create an ability."

"Aside from using objects as projectiles and the Soul Bullet and exploding Soul Bullet, I have no clear uses for soul power right now."

"These things are not bad, but not nearly enough."

"I need to create three types of uses for soul power: close-combat, defensive, and utility."

"These things need to be solved in three days." At the end of the three days, I will be reaching the entrance of Blue Heart Mountain.

He climbs down from the tree where he slept for the night and closes his eyes.

The gray-colored soul energy pours down to his hands and starts to take the shape of blades.

The blades are connected to his hands; it was not physical but purely made up of soul energy.

"Soul Blades"

He whispers as he slashes the tree he slept.

"Thuck"

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Two deep marks opens on the body of the three, the damage was not nearly enough to cut the tree in one swing.

"The soul blades' power linked soul energy volume and physical ability."

"If I become stronger and faster, the power of soul blades will increase in the same way that it does for a regular swordmaster wielding a steel sword."

"But, there is one thing I can add."

After waking up, I noticed memories coming back even further.

Jack smiles as he remembers something from his past, and he whispers.

"Oscillation"

He starts to imagine that the cutting edge of the blades starts to vibrate like a trimmer from Earth, vibrating back and forth.

As he imagines, he starts to hear some sound similar to that of a trimmer or oscillating power tool.

"Vizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"

There was no sound as the blades passed through to the tree; the oscillating soul blades cut the tree like cutting butter.

There was no resistance at all.

The tree did not fall because the cut was so clean and no force was required. It simply remains the same.

"I can only hope nobody thinks sleeping on this tree is a good idea."

He jokes and laughs for some time before he looks at the blades in his hands. He starts to feel more powerful and confident in his abilities. hearing the mechanical voice that comes from non-physical soul blades.

The sounds are too well created through imagination. as he imagines tools from back on earth to give the effect to his soul blades. They are also given the sounds.

"This is what I wanted."

"This ability will fix the problem of close combat and can be improved later as my mastery increases."

"Oscal Soul Blades" will be the name of this ability.