Neo's Training

Neo walked with his chain wrapped neatly around his arm, his ranch looking nice and coming along quite well, but that wasn’t the issue. The problem here was the fucking chain kept slipping after an hour of chilling in place. Annoying as fuck. So lets see, how should we fix this problem…Oh, yes, that’s right. Moving to the shack of a house a man would be waiting inside, a tattoo artist. And as such, the chain is removed and the work begins. Oh didn’t I forget to mention that the tattoo artist is a fuin scholar. Yeah, just a bit of chakra in the arm and wholla, its gone.

PC: 109

Name: Chain Sealing
Classification: Fuinjutsu
Rank: D-Rank
Class: Supplementary
Range: Close

Description: Tattoos have been placed in numerous places over Neo's body, allowing him to seal small items and objects into himself rather then a scroll or carrying the said item. This technique refers specifically to neo's right arm, which has seal a 5 meter long chain. When unsealed, it appears wrapped around the said arm. To be resealed, it must be in the same position.

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Risa had just finished her third book for today, putting it down on the table as she scanned the library in all its silence, walls of books upon traditional wooden shelves, a single other reader in the corner upon a poorly coloured beanbag. The librarian stacked her new arrivals, completely phased out from reality as her eyes store blankly through the glass. Deciding to go outside, she’d find herself at the boy’s usual training area, deciding to set up the area and perform some of her own. Honestly, it was very simple, but many aren’t going to pay attention to small detailed, as evident by the small bird which had just clipped its wing.

WC: 112
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Name: Multiples
Classification: Genjutsu
Rank: D-Rank
Class: Supplementary
Range: Mid

Description: A fairly simple jest which will prey on those who aren't very attentive to detail. Its a very simple genjutsu activated by having the opponent see a shurikan thrown by the user. All the genjutsu does, is create several copies to the point of reaching a maximum of 30, all of which are moving as parallel to one another. It is a jest, and many will consider it useless as one will always be on a slightly different angle, making it stand out from the rest.

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Here we go again, yet another of Risa’s beautiful training regiments. Still continuing on from her last post-study training session, she would move on from the petty genjutsu, only to double its usefulness with another technique utilising and idea given by Light surprisingly. It was a rare occurrence for young Risa to use the simple displacement aura her other selves rely on so often, however it was a completive circumstance between the three combatants. Throwing 1, no 3 no four shurikans, she’d attach an aura, allowing them to spin and rotate constantly and indefinitely, as they moved around like unstoppable disks.

WC: 101

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Name: Thrown Aura
Classification: Shurikanjutsu/Taijutsu
Rank: D-Rank
Class: Supplementary
Range: Mid

Description: Using projectile aura, one is able to throw their aura along with a distance weapon in order to maximise range and effectiveness. This technique revolves around the movement of Shurikans which have had an aura attached to them, allowing the rotation and direction to be altered at will, quite literally meaning it could continue its movement indefinitely, as well as alter its end target at a moments notice

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It had been a long time since Neo had trained. A very long time.It was another beautiful day in Souls, his creatures driving from the sunlights source and filling themslves full of envigorating life and energy, frolicing around the ranch with joy and satisfaction. This is a training that I haven’t been looking forwards to for a very long time, yet it was long overdue, long long overdue. We all know this much at least. Needless to say, it had to come by eventually, Neo had to break his long streak of recovery from the recent mind blowing transition, the breaking point that has soon been nearing once more.each day gets a little harder to concerntrate, to stay awake and aware, but at the same time, each day he gets stronger. How empty was he now? He adapted to the draining effects of his other selves, submitting to their needs and wants over his own. This body, no it wasn’t their’s, it just want’s Neo’s either. The real neo has been gone a very very long time. Who knows how old he was when he really left, it was strange, the idea that they were all just fragments of a true self besides the one claiming to be Neo himself, he was purely artificial. Before him today stood his proud Envoy Rathian, ready for its rematch to determine who was best suited to protect Goa, who was best suited to lead it and the rest towards maturity. Ironic considering it was still just a child itself, no where near ready for leadership any more then the Goa was itself. Not yet, not without Kech’s grooming.

The majestic beast stood strong, chest out, eyes hard, ready to kill, to fight. It was rare for any beast to really ark up to its tamer, yet these were different, they were loyal to only one thing, this was just an odd case of that thing having loyalty elsewhere anyway.This was sure to be interesting, a rematch of a sorts, but it would go easy on him, it was training for Neo. Rules were put in place. it stops its speed just a bit faster then his own, and he won’t use his curse seal. A sigh, followed by a grin, he was ready, This false shadow of Neo was prepared to fight, praying he won’t enjoy it too much, that will only bring out Jax or light, losing his control over the body. A breeze would fly past. A cloud passing breifly over the yellow glow of the sky. Grass weavering in the wind. Fellow tamers, his employees watching from a distance, never daring to go against one of the beasts. A farmer collection stood upon the hill to watch the fight also. The ranch, the pride of the area. All came to visit, came to aid in its growth. Moments turnt to minutes. Time ticked away without either making a move. It had to happen, they had to fight, Neo had to get faster. The move, that first blast of strength and speed, he wouldn’t make it. Neo reacted. Neo killed, no Neo assassinated. The move, it was Envy’s doing.

It was over. He was faster still. Neo, his cursed seal wasn’t used, yet it was, it still allowed his body to recuperate from the use of his muscles, instant effects taking place. Over half an hour of grueling combat had concluded. He was quicker, he was stronger than before.This topic, it had to end. I have only four minutes to write the rest so i’m blabbing to pick up on some extra words because i really need to post this before 12 am so I can do another tier training before too long is up. The Envoy Rathian laid, worn out, tired and injured, while Neo stood across, perfectly fine in body, yet his clothes showed holes of being impailed, torn and eagerly sliced, cut and hurt. Yet with his healing methods and faster abilities of sealing wounds, combined with the eager ability of pain tolerance, it was no problem at all.Not at all, nothing can really hurt such a close embodiment of immortality besides the immortals themselves. Oh how time flies. It was a scary sight for all, the farmers on the hills watched in horror, the other tamers watch with awe, never before could they have imagined seeing such an envigorating sight of pure strength, speed and tactical usage. Now among a man and a beast anyway, not among civilians. Neo’s secret was well known, he was dangerous, he was a killer and a terroriser of the land. Many hushed at his name. as his claims to danger were seen throughout streets. It won’t be long until his ties to underground crime here in Epsilon are known. But it was good, it means Yvette would stay out of the light, all of it falling on him instead.

wc:823
required: 800

Vacuum Release speed Tier

Okay a quick training trailing from the last now that it’s past midnight here. i only recently found out that Neo has claims to Endurance tiers, which is awesome because now he can endure stuff, you know? All day he spent it at the ranch as his pets blasted him with chakra attacks, he was forced to hold his breath underwater till the point of death, forced to consume small amounts of poison, days turn to weeks as his ability to resist poison, hold his breath and withstand damage increased. His body getting stronger. Its quite an amazing trait to have, enduring.

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Trained for: D-Rank Endurance Tier, Monks Way.

Well now, i have a fair bit of time to get some training done and stuff, so I suppose I should like...you know, get some training done and stuff. Cause why not, right? Just another quick one though, i like quick training sessions. Neo. He is a boy, with a displacement Aura experise, one of the best aura users if I do say so myself. So this aura, just imagine it turned a pinkish red, and into a flame look. I know right, pretty cool. Well...that is exactly what has happened. And its pretty awesome. So that is my training.

Word Count: 102
Needed: 100

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its been like an hour or something. Plenty of time for another training here at the Australian wonderland of the land of wonder. So, technically rather then blabbing about a bunch of crap again, I should ideally do some training for the technique. But in saying that, Neo can already do this shit, do I really need to fucking train for it. Can’t just talk about the drag of training and that’s that? Nope, just checked the word count, this totally wasn’t enough. I’m gonna need just a few more words to get this done. And now it is Done!

Word Count: 100
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Neo spent the afternoon with his nails as claws. A recent adaption from his previous wolf form, however much neater and kinder to the eyes. He sat, staring at the wooden wall before him, his name signed at the bottom, but the canvas empty. His creativity, his imagination was draining. He had still no adapted to existence, and it will be some time before he is comfortably Neo again. The strain too much. The mental pain, to unbarring. Aiya sat beside him, pen in hand, drawing in his place. It didn’t matter how much struggle it bought, there was a consistency.

WC: 101
Needed: 100

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Still. After all this time his mind and memories have not linked. Progress stilled like his body as he found himself staring at a painting. Every stroke committed to memory. Aiya was at the counter, practising her merchant skills with Tora, one of his bartenders. Until she was finished, he was unlikely to spring to life. The turn of events was definitely not expected, but drastic times require extreme methods. They were fortunate to find her when they did, any longer and that link, that desire for a consistency on which to base existence, would have fallen with Yvette. Yvette, that girl from his memories, the one that led him to the ship. It was odd, the way he felt about her. The feeling from the past were strong, probably a deep attraction that may have eventually fallen towards love. Now she was just a face with memories seen like a movie. Had she become Neo’s host, with how unstable their relationship was, Neo was sure to die. JaLiRi wouldn’t get anything to drain, their existence faded. Irrational for both parties, but for the best. Yvette wasn’t the type for their relationship to work anyway. Aiya was much simpler, being so young she also needed Neo in return. At least that was how it appeared on the outside. A perfect substitute, but the negative result being the denied need for anyone else. Even… The day was growing dark, night was approaching, they needed to leave soon or else they will end up missing the sunset.

Aiya noticed the time in the shadow of the bars window, turning around to find Neo, right where she had left him, looking as though he hadn’t moved a single muscle, still studying the same painting he’d seen countless times before. It was a sad existence, yet by all technicalities, its all he has ever known, so it wasn’t as if he could be bothered by it. Memories were no more then pictures and sound. Artificial. May as well have read a book on his life, it would be as close to his as the current one. In fact, Yvette could no doubt fix this inability to feel connected to his former self, no doubt. However it wouldn’t at all be a positive reconnection. Knowing what it was felt like before, or how it should be normally, as opposed to now would only be crueller. A Sad wise man turn stupid happy wouldn’t be happy knowing he was once wise. Its just how reality works sadly. His concentration would break as he felt the usual warmth on his hand, Aiya taking the initial lead outside. By the time they hit the door Neo was leading the steps once more, heading up the elevator, then towards the usual hill where Kech and Mido already rested, waiting for their arrival for the daily ritual of the orange sky, clouds adding a new effect each time. Many believe once you see it, you’ve seen it, but no two are ever the same.

An Hour passed, the light was gone. Aiya was propped against Mido fast asleep. Kech was hanging upside down from her usual tree, just watching the soon to be crime scene play out before them. Neo, stood, surrounded by a lowly group of eight, hands in pocket, eyes drifting and struggling to remain open. Bored. So boring… It was a turn of events to say the least. There was always one, who ran in first. The first to strike for the kill. The moment he moved, his jugular would slice apart without breaking the skin, his neck filling with a steady flow of purple as he fell to the ground, blood pouring from all holes in his face. Stumble back. Distressed, scared. Uncertainty was what killed men the most. The leaders first reaction was to head for Aiya as a bargaining chip, but his stomach had exploded before he could even do so, the spray of blood stopping on centimetres before hitting the sleeping child. By the time his head hit the ground, so too did those of all his men. Bored… His head would shift to gaze at the flame in the park light, flickering for no reason. His attention held once more. Kech would drop from the tree, walking over towards the empty Neo, rubbing his tail along Mido on the way before poking him In the back, snapping him free. “we should go Neo, there is no reason to stay here.”

The ranch was quiet today, most of the tamers whom he had hired were off for personal days, sick leave or perhaps it was simply the fact that today was some public holiday or other. Its not like they were really needed anyway, so no difference is made ever. Aiya was asleep inside and Risa was walking around with Goa beside her, teaching him to speak with freedom, no worries what so ever. Typically she’d be all mean and uncaring, but that was only since she was so hard to deal with when it came to people, even after all this time she was still just too shy. Goa’s progress has been amazing, honestly is seems like the more who learn the speak, the faster the next will do the same. Their intelligence was probably soon going to over take their own, but that was no matter, they were loyal to Neo, for resaons beyond anyones understanding. She’d pull out her notebook, no their notebook, writing down a few words, scribbing a few points, nothing too important, just letting her beloved Neo know of Goa’s progress over the past few days. He’s been specifically distancing himself from Aiya just to give her the opportunity, the least she could do in return is keep him in the loop of the process. Even when his thoughts were filled with clouds and fire, he still somehow had the power to care for others. It was why she loved him. Embodiment of self awareness, its why she is so shy as well.

WC 1006
Needed 1000

Enlightened Goa

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There were always too many people in Greed, streets were littered with people and rubbish alike. It was why he preferred the lower levels when visiting, men, women and children knew to stay off the streets, noise was lower in the residential zones, and the light was dim enough that he could move to avoid detection from local dipshits as well. It was good to be rid of this place. Neo would walk first of all, Goa still busy with the transaction from before, wasn’t yet available for a pickup, however he was soon on his way to take them to Envoy. There was work to be done from his old memories, work which he has been putting off during this small pre-war rush of business he has been receiving, however that was now over, and he will never again see such a strong flow of coin come through his fingers so easily again. Assassination. It was one of his first memories after his recreation and a task he promised himself to previous to it. Despite being different, he still had shoes to fill, hence he was still required to fulfil the duty he had towards this country. Or was it towards Yvette? It was hard to tell what he previously believed in. Perhaps it was time to speak to Kech once more about this confusions. Her answer would be the same as last time though. The typical “Be yourself, Believe in what you want to” act. He tried, it failed.

Goa had arrived finally, Aiya hopping up from the bench and running over to grab Neo’s hand as the angelic creature landed, lowering a wing as a ramp for them to walk up on. It was around an hour past midday, the sun still at it strongest as it lifted off lightly into a gentle glide, making way for the Epsilon capital. To be perfectly honest, Neo wanted to put off meeting with Yvette for as long as possible, though the reasons for such feelings he didn’t really know. Best left to destiny rather then the mind to figure it out, falling backwards, drifting to sleep with the small girls head resting on his arm. They would both be awakened by the landing, as Goa once again assumed the movement to let them exit his back safely, the pair taking the opportunity presented. Its been awhile since he was here last. Perhaps Regal was around, it had been years again since he’d seem him last. They never did really manage to bond at all, not only that but he wasn’t quite as easy to talk to as Zela was, so a meeting between them would be extremely difficult to muster successfully. The Seat of the Republic, the glorious castle where the queen held her throne. Ruling the land from her position of power, watching as the others transcend through their lives with lesser motivation or direction on which path to take. Walking through the grand doors, he would look for some kind of individual to which will offer a bit more direction.

WC: 515
Needed: 400
Travelling complete

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Neo jerked awake, jumping out of bed in an instant and blasting his fist into the wall, his aura blowing it right off. His breath quick, short and ragged, drops of water streaming down his face and landing on his outstretched hand.Tears? Why was he crying?

Another beautiful day in Envoy, as much as it can be with all the politics walking around at least. After the events of the morning, Neo and Aiya have decided to leave their usual hotel to avoid dealing with the owners and instead go out for a nice stroll through the streets, perhaps even visit the markets and watch the birds in the park pond. For now, Aiya was guiding him, as neo fiddled with the chakra flow within his eyes, trying his best to make his two doujutsu’s coexist despite the differing currents in chakra control which need to be present at the same time. So far he can get one in one and and one it in the other, with the xray it works well enough, however when both are opened, the line of sight doesn’t merge correctly for base sight and messes everything up. In any case, the girl seems like she wants to stop and look at something…

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Neo thought he saw Regal today. Walking by, not bothered to look away from his path. It really wouldn’t have made a difference anyway, Neo’s growth was far to exponential for anyone to really recognise properly. In retrospect, he also made no move to talk to him either, they never had any real relationship, in fact the only words they have ever crossed directly to one another was the first meeting and the Epsilon meeting, beyond that the interaction has been non-existent. A shame really, in his movie memory, Neo always did want to eventually get to know the boy better. They lived in a world where they have all been forced to mature too early, it has fucked them up in the process. Yvette leads a country at 16. Regal develops high first rate transportation and weapons of perfect killing intentions. Zela is a genius who spends days in a lab. And Neo, his life path going in a direction where his worth amounted to submitting any beast and killing with indifference. It was eerie and cold the lives they were forced to lead, yet somehow the turned a dorm room into a nation as a result. Somehow kids managed to walk into a country and claim it as their own with no real reasoning behind it. Well, Yvette did at least.

A ramen stand was their current environment, watching Aiya eat as his target walked across the street. The man he sought had hospitalised one of his street grunts with no purpose behind it, death will be his reward. Without any warning, any true movement, Neo’s pocket would twitch, and his target would fall to the ground with blood tearing from his eyes. This is how his world works now, those who wrong the people he believes in, dies. Those who wrong him, well it doesn’t matter much. His emotions are but a fragment of what they should be. His feelings towards others is little more than a reflection of the truth. Regal someone he knows. Zela, someone who lightens his mood. Yvette, someone who once had him wrapped around her finger. Why does he follow her instructions now? Because its easier than thinking on his own. How does he feel towards her, not enough for anything to ever hold meaning. Standing, Neo and Aiya would exit onto the sidewalk and result home, not bothering to glance at the crowd around the deceased.

WC: 405
Needed: 400

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Another day to train I suppose. This is the last one on my premade technique list, so from this point onwards it will really just be tiers and all that other normal bullshit getting trained over and over again until I’ve maxed them all out. It’s the responsible thing to do after all. The concept for this first arose when Neo was utterly irritated by Yvette’s body flicker all those years ago. Bang and she disappears, reappearing over there…Yeah no. He needed a way to track where people will turn up before it ended up being too late. How better then to utilise those amazing response times or ‘reaction tiers’ that his robotic ancestors saw fit to equip him with, and combine it with the human side of him with the Eye of the Storm, an Arashi state dojutsu, together creating a combination that will ensure no one can pull a fast one in his presence without at least giving him time to do something about it. As for how I will train this, I’m really just going to use simple shinobi prisoners in the Epsilon dungeons, those stupid chakra users who tried to find a way around the countries defences and into its heart without getting noticed.

The prison courtyard was a nice place to train, plenty of space, not many people around as the rest are in cells, the only ones around are those of soulless and ninja descent, whom were teleporting and body replacing all around while Neo stood in place trying to determine where they would be. In his hands were small balls of paint, which would be thrown towards an area hoping to hit the appearing target, allowing him to track his progress. With a constant cycle of participants, trading in time for smokes, and a few hours killed off until sunset, one can say it was a successful day in the slammer. With the good news done and dusted, Neo would take his leave along with Aiya, the only exchanged words being about where they should go to eat tonight, ultimately finishing with the typical ramen hut across from their bar because it was cheap, not bad food, and didn’t require much effort. The added bonus being that it wasn’t the shitty bar food they have been living off recently, that stuff, well, to be honest, its not bad. I did pay for cooks after all.

WC: 402
Needed: 400

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Neo still relied too much on the curse seal despite everything it has done to him. No. It was more like he was merged with it, still struggling to breathe under its pressure, still trying to escape its firm grasp over his life, and his heart. His body couldn’t withstand much damage without it. His body alone was weak, and he needed to strengthen it. Epsilon was outwardly a good place, a holy place where even the smallest of folk were given more than they would anywhere else, but all know it has dark secrets. All know the shadows which lurk within the walks of alleyways, castle corners and walls of the land, whispering the evil deeds and following through with the sins to keep it a strong nation. Neo was among these shadows, but there were others, and they were all watching one another. Dollous, the torturer. His dungeons are the last any of them wish to end up, the cruellest of places, the most vile of sights and the most damaging of inflictions to any given man. This was where Neo’s week with be spent, making him stronger, and breaking him down to what he really was… Metal and Meat.

By his own order, Dollous was to be his caretaker. The aim was to strength Neo’s mind, and ensure he doesn’t fall away to the blackened soul residing within him. It was to keep him from falling into the pit he had only recently managed to resurface from. Dollous was the only one besides his beasts who knew the battles the boy faced internally, and before Neo saw Yvette once again, he had to ensure his mind was in the right order, or she would too. Their meetings were never pleasant, but they were too hidden for anyone to hear his screams. It was the only time he felt alive, in control of his own emotions. Cypher have the ability to ignore pain, throw it aside, but with the help of several strong substances developed by a mutual friend currently in the land, that ability could be subdued for a period of time. Her part in his pain was not to be elevated on of course, she wanted no further part in the matter. Each day was suffering. The week the longest they had been together, the longest Neo had felt true fear, true pain and true life. It was no doubt going to keep him awake for months, but just in case, they will meet again for the next full moon.

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I’m getting really tired of researching for this stupid business work , so what better way to alleviate my stress and boredom than by coming here and doing some long ass training for some technique I’ll never actually use because of several reasons that there are no plausible purposes towards going into that scene right now. Well, let us get to the training now shall we? I guess I should start out by telling the captivated audience of this topic what today’s title technique shall be, it’s a tier. Though I’m not sure which yet, either endurance again like the last post, or perhaps this time I’ll try something new and go with Reaction, as that is a pretty good technique to have backed away for when the time never comes to respond to a situation. Okay sure, I’ve decided to play with reaction today, but, what method do I use to train it? I can’t really remember what I’ve done in the past for it. Perhaps if I were to throw a ball really fast until I catch it? Nah not really a Neo thing to do is it. Combat is overrated these days. Maybe I should play with the whole cypher side and get him engineered by one of those Epsilon Dark Side Shadows I was referring to last time I did a training. Yeah, seems decent. A name, we need a name for the underground Zelana. Zues. Only because it also starts with a Z and we need to keep up appearances of course. Zues (whom is female) and Neo shall meet by the lower city markets later today so that she can work on better combining Neo’s Cybernetic circuits with his human bio structure with the hopes of creating some physically altering effect leading to increased brain control and all that other rubbish. So, to prepare for this, Neo would pat Aiya’s head, before getting dressed out of his trackies and into something a little more outdoorsy before exiting and heading down the road , down the elevator and finally down the line of crappy sidewalks until he found himself with Zues, hushing the conversation along as they really didn’t have much time before JaLiRi would come out with the absence of his little consistency, whom was probably back asleep by this point in time. So, they would leave the open streets and head into a secret laboratory.

It was cold for the most part, but that was the only thing that was how you’d expect it to be. Beyond that, it hardly even appeared to be a lab. The walls were bright pink, the beakers all overly fancy, tables and chairs elegant and expensive, in the corner was her bed, all pretty and stuff, and a little couch beside it, riddled with far too many stuffed animals. Neo was laying on a very comfortable table, as Zues ran him through several quick health check ups, ensuring there would be no drama’s when slicing into him, before she finally took out that practitioners knife and prepared for incisions. There was really no point in subduing him in any way, in fact it wouldn’t even work as one of the others would simply come out all bubbly and shit. Besides, the pain could be ignored, one of the only benefits to being a cypher as a human. Or was he the other way around, I think he was still kinda labelled as a Cypher, but with blood and organs. Now that you mention it, how the fuck did Saeko and Hope even have a child? They were completely incapable in that sense…I won’t complain though, I mean Neo is my main after all. Even if its hard to use him. Maybe that’s why he is way wealthier then any other character in NB history, because there is literally nothing else I can do with him these days besides train and make money. I could also train pets as well, but I mean like...what a pain in the ass. Gotta make techs, gotta train techs, gotta make profiles just so I can add techs to their profiles, come on, really? Yeah no. Anyway, while I’ve been ranting, the surgery (if one can call it that) has been completed. Now for the testing stage. The next hour or so would revolve around testing Neo’s base tiers, speed, strength, reaction, endurance, the likes, trying to determine what has been influenced by the joining. Reaction, surely enough has doubled in refinement. What did she do to him exactly? Grabbed a wired and shoved it into a vein. Seems simple enough. In fact, while crawling around in his skin, the girl actually found several things which could be used to improve his anatomy, letting Neo know for future reference. Should be good.

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