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SSS Awakening: I Can Create Skills By Will-Chapter 54: Threads of Authority
Arthur let out a quiet breath and closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again and read the interface slowly from top to bottom.
Intent Weave.
The name alone told him a lot.
"This isn’t brute force," he murmured. "It’s authority."
He tilted his head back against the wall, staring at the high ceiling of the training hall as his thoughts drifted to past fights. The skeletons that rushed him without pause. The kobolds that lunged in packs. The boss monster that relied on momentum and size to overwhelm him.
If he had this skill then, the fight would have changed completely.
Charges would have broken early.
Leaps would have lost power.
Formations would have collapsed before they reached him.
Arthur smiled faintly.
"And it stacks with everything else I do."
That was the important part.
This skill did not replace his style.
It completed it.
He lay there for a few more seconds, then pushed himself up with a groan. His legs protested, but excitement drowned out the discomfort.
"Enough theory," he said quietly. "Let’s see you work."
He walked back to the section of the hall he had claimed earlier. The moving dummy rolled slowly along its track, its surface already marked by dozens of shallow cuts and cracks from earlier practice.
Arthur took his stance.
He did not overthink it.
He reached inward, touched the shape of the skill, and let instinct take over.
Intent Weave.
The air in front of him shifted.
Not visibly, not dramatically, but Arthur felt it immediately. The space ahead felt thicker, as if the world itself had gained resistance. Thin lines of pressure spread outward from him, invisible threads anchored by his will.
The dummy rolled forward.
The moment it entered the field, its movement stuttered.
The wheels scraped harder against the floor, the sound sharp and uneven, and its forward motion slowed as if it were pushing through deep water. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦
Arthur’s eyes lit up.
"So that’s how it feels," he muttered.
He adjusted the output slightly, expanding the field.
The pressure increased, and the dummy slowed even more before coming to a complete stop, rocking once before settling.
Arthur released the skill.
The pressure vanished, and the dummy rolled forward again.
He laughed quietly, shaking his head.
"This is dangerous," he said, half amused and half impressed. "For them."
He activated the skill again, this time narrower, more focused.
The effect was sharper.
The dummy jerked as it passed through the threads, its structure straining just enough that small cracks formed along its surface. When Arthur followed up with a quick slash, the blade bit deeper than expected, splitting the damaged section cleanly.
He blinked.
"Structural strain," he murmured. "So that’s what you meant."
Arthur tested it again and again.
Wide field.
Narrow field.
Short burst.
Sustained hold.
Each variation taught him something.
A wider area drained mana faster and demanded more focus, forcing him to stay still longer than he liked. A narrower weave was easier to maintain and paired better with quick attacks, but it offered less control over multiple enemies.
After several attempts, sweat rolled down his spine again.
"This thing is greedy," he muttered.
He released the skill and rubbed his temple.
Sustained focus was the real drawback.
While Intent Weave was active, switching immediately into aggressive skills felt clumsy at first, like trying to sprint right after holding a heavy weight. His mind needed a moment to shift gears, and in real combat, that hesitation could be fatal.
Arthur nodded slowly.
"Good to know."
Training was not about pretending flaws did not exist.
It was about finding them early.
He adjusted his approach.
Instead of holding the weave constantly, he practiced pulsing it, turning control on and off in short intervals, disrupting movement and then striking in the gaps.
The dummy rolled.
The Weave activated, and then it’s momentum broke.
Weave released.
And he activated Intent Step. Slash.
The sequence flowed better.
Arthur repeated it.
Again.
And again.
Soon his movements became smoother, his body learning the rhythm even as his mind refined the timing. He began chaining skills together, weaving control into his attacks without letting either dominate too long.
Execution Intent hit harder when the target was destabilized.
Manifest Intent felt easier to land when momentum was already disrupted.
Arthur’s grin widened.
"This is fun," he admitted.
Hours passed without him noticing.
The hall slowly emptied as other explorers finished their sessions and left, some glancing at Arthur with curiosity, others with mild unease as they noticed the state of the dummies in his section.
Cracks.
Deep cuts.
Collapsed joints.
None of it matched what most bronze squad members could manage.
But Arthur did not care.
He was too busy learning.
By the time his mana reserves finally ran dry, his body was shaking and his vision blurred at the edges. He drank the last of his mana potion, but it only gave him enough to steady himself.
"That’s it," he said, breathing hard. "Any more and I’ll pass out."
He sheathed his dagger with stiff fingers and made his way out of the training hall, each step heavier than the last. The walk back to the dorm felt longer than it should have, but he welcomed the silence.
When he finally reached his room, Arthur barely managed to close the door before collapsing onto the bed.
He lay there, staring at the ceiling, chest rising and falling slowly.
A good day.
No.
A great one.
He had grown stronger.
Not just in numbers or skills, but in understanding.
And that mattered more than anything.
As his eyelids grew heavy, Arthur turned his head slightly and smiled to himself.
"This is only the beginning," he whispered.
Then sleep took him.
A/N:
Better usage of the skill comes with future battles and not training, but this is just the hint of what the skill had to offer.
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