Chapter 129: EX 129. The Strong Act
CALL OF THE WILD
From depths untamed, the echoes rise,
Ancestral beasts with ancient cries.
I channel their roar, their strength, their will,
Now forged in rage, I strike to Kill.
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Call of the Wild was no ordinary technique. It wasn’t the Supreme Art passed down possessed by the Yakomoto bloodline, the one that only a true heir could wield. No, this art belonged solely to Nikko, earned not by blood, but by battle. She had cleared a Trial solo, and What she claimed from that trial was more than a skill. It was a rite. A pact with the wild itself.
On its own, Call of the Wild was powerful, an ancient Superior Art that allowed the user to borrow the might of ancestral beasts. But with Nikko as its vessel, its power warped into something terrifying. That was because her Supreme Talent, Primal Hunter, didn’t just accept wild energy, it was built to dominate it.
In the world of Trial Takers, synergy could mean the difference between life and death. Between glory and nothingness. And the synergy between Call of the Wild and Primal Hunter... it wasn’t just compatible. It was divine.
Primal Hunter was a force of nature in itself. It peeled back the layers of a person, reaching into the most primal part of who they were, the raw, unchained, beastly will to survive, to hunt, to conquer. It didn’t just boost strength, it reshaped it. Nikko’s very essence surged with ancestral bloodlust. And when the art activated, it tethered that beast within her to the roaring spirits of creatures long extinct, creating a loop of escalating savagery.
But there was one problem.
Connecting her talent to the art took time. A few moments of vulnerability. That’s why Nikko had let the vanguards go first, pushing the monstrosity to its limits, forcing it to expend energy. Because once the connection was made, once her soul fully bonded with the Wild, there would be no holding back.