63 Divine Thunderclap (1/2)

'Only the foolish stand and observe while a tree falls on them.' This was an idiom passed down the Gutu population for many generations. Its meaning was simple. One must act quickly before a disaster occurs. Nhamo was in a similar situation. His disaster was in the form of a child.

By the second, Taku's aura got stronger, indicating that he was getting used to his new power.

”I can't let this go on!”

Nhamo decided to act before Taku gained control of himself. As a veteran, he would have acted sooner, but the Tyrant's Oppression Taku emitted disturbed his mind. He had royal blood within him, thus he had a little bit of resistance. The others, however, had none. They could only rely on their strong wills, which would take time.

Nhamo, like most in the royal family, was a manipulator. He specialized in weaponizing his flame. He quickly forged it into a spear which glowed brilliantly and threw it at Taku with practiced ease. The entire process was a combination of movements that blended into one seamless action, his demeanor mirroring a flowing river unimpeded by anything.

He barely made a sound while attempting to catch Taku off guard. The former even went as far as to sacrifice the usual amount of power, going for technique and accuracy instead. His target, Taku's head which was bobbed downwards as he observed his hands. The spear hit him dead on and flames instantly covered his entire body.

Nhamo was hoping for Taku's head to be blown off, after all, such an attack would have left even him dead. However his eyes were greeted with the sight of his flames being snuffed out like candlelight during a windy night. He panicked as he realized a crucial error.

”That's right! The boy is pure royalty. His body has a certain degree of immunity to the royal flame, not to mention my meager variant. If he was at his original level, at least the force could have injured or killed him, but now...”

Nhamo quickly calmed himself as he tensed his body. Although Taku was looking down, he had a complete understanding of the actions around him. Product X in liquid form was like an extra sense, giving him an omniscient feeling. Nothing within his immediate surroundings escaped his scrutiny. From smell, temperature, form and energy, especially zesa.

Product X gave Taku a unique perception of energy. Unlike anything he had ever felt. Even if he wanted to, Taku knew this could not be described.

The boy sensed the flame spear and knew it would do little to no damage. He had a far better understanding of the Imperial Nether Flame than Nhamo due to his upbringing.

”A spear huh.”

Taku suddenly remembered something. In the past, he and Maka had decided on him using a spear as his weapon to make up for his combat deficiencies.

”Maka, I wonder if she is alright...”

Taku smiled and calmed himself. With a thought, some Product X left his body and formed an oddly shaped staff. One end was concave, as if something was supposed to be there.

”Now for the finishing touch.”

In the center of the bowl shaped end, a hole formed. A blazing Nether Flame escaped through it and formed a blade that was a couple of feet long. The blade was curved in a manner that reminded Taku of Chinese curved swords.

”A spear is what the old Taku wanted. It is too simple. I think this is more to my liking.”

This was indeed not a spear but a halberd instead! The king of the battlefield!

Taku was born and raised in the royal family up until he was six years old. He was a very intelligent child, and soaked in all the information he could. His earliest memories all being unpleasant, but there was one memory he would never forget.

Taku and Kufa were taken to a battlefield were the elite of the nation were facing a horde of powerful beasts. These elites were only a dozen, but with a single attack they killed hundreds, if not thousands of beasts. One of them in particular stood out from the rest. At that time he was only a teenager, but his might was a cut above the rest.

Every time his halberd was swung, the entire battlefield would rumble, thunder raining down from the nine heavens, razing every thing in his path. His eyes glowed while electricity encircled his body, making him look like a god of war. It was almost as if the other elites were only there to pick up his left overs. Taku knew the teenager's name, but everyone called him by his title, The Divine Thunderclap King.

Divine Thunderclap was Taku's hero as a child. He was a hero among heroes, a titan among titans. It was said that whenever he fought, there would only be two sides. Thunderclap and the rest. He didn't need an army, he didn't need tactics, all that was required was his presence, and victory was guaranteed!

Taku's memory of Thunderclap was his most treasured from this world, thus when he regained his earlier ones, he created what he had always wanted, a halberd similar to the one his hero used. Except this one was slightly different. This one had his own powers imbued into it.

Taku wanted to use his lightning power as well, but he had little to no knowledge of what it did. Taku did not want it to clash with his flame, not to mention that this body was more attuned toward using the fire anyway.

He desperately wished he could use the lightning as his hero did, but alas, now was not the time for fantasies, now was the time to secure his freedom.

Taku's formation of the halberd only took a few seconds. Nhamo marveled, his mouth agape. The oppressive aura coming from the flame tip made it hard to breathe.

”There is no doubt about it. This lad is true royalty.”