Boku No Hero Academia: Training Of The Dead นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Give me a sample. I need something to turn in." Max turned his face away, clearly embarrassed, but still took the vial. Even through the haze of candle smoke, I caught the faint red creeping up his ears. By morning, Max was back on the bed, slipping into the Death-Trance Spell to play dead. I picked up my case and opened the door. "Well?" Titus wheeled over the second he saw me, asking for an update. I hadn't expected him to be stationed right outside the bedroom all night. Good thing we hadn't made a move.

Chapter 2: Binding the Level-Up System The phone in my hand would not stop shaking as Marcus's name kept blinking on the screen, bright and green cutting through the dark bedroom. Marcus. The man who just left me to die. The man who watched me get torn apart while he drove away in my car. A cold sweat broke out across my forehead as I threw the phone onto the blanket like it was a hot coal. It bounced, still buzzing, still demanding my attention.

I said. “Even if it costs me that power.” The bond flared, not explosive, but radiant. Warm. Certain. For a moment, the academy receded. The watchers blurred. It was just us, standing at the edge of something vast and unknowable, choosing each other like it was the most radical act left. Then the walls spoke. Not aloud. Through vibration. Through pressure. Alert. Zara stiffened. “They’re rerouting the training schedule.” I frowned. “That doesn’t... No ..”

Councilman Bari then introduces all the warriors on my protection team and their mates. “It is a pleasure to have all of you at our home. We are excited to be working with you all.” King Joachim says. “It is my understanding that we will be training you all in two different areas. Seleste will be training with Prince Julian and learning to use telekinesis and hopefully teleportation. The team will learn defensive techniques to combat against mind control and other special talents of vampires and other species.” “That is correct.” Councilman Bari says. “Well, let’s eat first, and then we will show you to your rooms to get changed and begin training in three hours to give you all a chance to g

No one said anything; they didn’t have to when the atmosphere around the grounds had become tense with apprehension. “Break off into groups of four, and one spell caster will be around to start the training.” I walk towards Patrick, Anders, and Preston, making their trio a group of four. Drake and Brian were in a group next to us. Winona walks over to our group and I could see the look of fury and disappointment in Theadora’s face. She had wanted to train with us, and I knew the reason why. “Alright gentlemen, are we ready to begin?” She asks.

The decision you make will be regretted! During the training, I watch as the girl of my dreams is laughing and teasing Andor, showing the trainees what not to do in the event of an armed conflict in the future. I watch as he comes from behind for what is supposed to be a sneak attack, grabbing Ashina by the waist. That is not sparring, that is flirting, and it hurts because even though Ashina may not realize she is also flirting with him.

“At the moment, you are leaking power like an open faucet. Every demon within a radius of kilometers can smell you. That needs to stop.” “Then teach me.” “I will teach you.” He stood up, walked around the table and stopped behind me. His hands rested on my shoulders, warm and firm. “But it won’t be easy.” “Nothing with you is easy.” “Accelerated learning.” His mouth touched my ear, his hot breath. “Finish eating.” … The training was in the main room of the pocket dimension. Mortyss moved the furniture aside with a distracted gesture, creating a wide space in the center.

Grey chuckles. ‘We should go and check it out. It could be serious.’ I tell Leo, to which he nods and picks me up. We reach the training area few minutes later, with me glued to Leo’s front and Grey walking beside us in silence. Once we’re there, everyone’s eyes turn to us. Well, almost everyone’s. One of the Deads is snarling and growling furiously at a male warrior from Leo’s pack. The Dead is in his wolf form, with blood dripping from his stomach, and the warrior is breathing heavily with scratch marks all over his naked torso.

The void tightens again. ⸻ “Power is inefficient.” ⸻ [Final Display] He raises his hand. The entire battlefield compresses— Gravity spikes. Time slows. Space bends inward. The three elites struggle just to remain conscious. ⸻ Then— Silence. Everything releases. ⸻ [Closing Shot] Shinjuku turns away. Walking across a platform that forms beneath his feet. ⸻ “Adapt… or be erased.” ⸻ The camera pulls back— Revealing the massive, endless training void…

Somewhere that exists only in death's domain. "This is the training ground." She explains. "Here, you'll learn to kill what shouldn't die. To save what should end. To become death's champion. To fight your father. To save existence. You have three months. We start with basics. How to see death. How to touch it. How to wield it. How to become it without losing yourself." She looks at me. Really looks at me. And for the first time, I see something like respect in her ancient eyes.