Chapter 136: The Threshold of the Impossible
Six months had passed.
The dojo had seen countless hours of rigorous training, the walls bearing witness to the relentless pursuit of the unattainable.
Seven figures sat in complete stillness, six clones and the original Nero.
Each had been assigned a singular purpose.
Five clones focused entirely on Muso, refining its precision, its overwhelming dominance, the absolute certainty of every motion.
The remaining clone, along with the original Nero, was wholly dedicated to Muga, the path of absolute flow, where thought and intent vanished, leaving only pure instinct.
The air inside the dojo was charged with silent intensity.
Every breath, every shift in energy, every subtle movement spoke of dedication, frustration, progress, and setbacks.
The flickering candlelight cast long shadows on the walls, dancing with each subtle exhale, as if the room itself was alive, breathing in unison with the warriors within.
A single metal helmet, aged but unyielding, rested upon a wooden stand in the center of the dojo.
It had become a symbol of the impossible.