Black Killer Whale Baby - Chapter 195

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Chapter 195
I reveled in the power that reshaped my body.
How long had I waited for this moment?
The power of water was another pair of arms and legs granted to me.
Only now, reclaiming it, did I understand.
Throughout this life, I had been experiencing a poverty and deprivation as if I’d lost a single limb—until now.
The tidal wave soaring toward the sky, the ability I’d wielded countless times before unfolding before my eyes, sent a thrill through me.
I gazed downward, riding another wave that undulated atop the surging waters.
The Orca Family Matriarch looked like an ant from here.
What an exhilarating sensation. Pleasure drenched my entire being.
A tingling excitement, as if my pituitary gland had malfunctioned, consumed me wholly.
“You were born a fighter.”
It was from long ago, when I first learned the power of water. My teacher from the third cycle had told me this.
I hadn’t thought it was amusing.
After suffering through the first and second cycles, dying without ever raising a single objection, and I was supposedly born a fighter?
But soon I had no choice but to accept it.
The accumulated rage from those hours had ultimately transformed every element that composed me.
Yes, I was a fighter.
A damned competitive one at that.
For victory, it would be no surprise if my eyes went wild.
A selfish fighter.
A colossal tidal wave drenched the entire Sparring Arena. It was an attack that normally left enemies unable to even breathe, swept away entirely.
Watching the Matriarch get swept up, I felt a tingling sensation down to my insteps.
The tidal wave I summoned was something far more special.
The salt concentration of the water was high.
Ordinarily, the saltier the water, the more it buoys people up.
But the water I summoned didn’t stop there—it functioned to immobilize limbs.
Moreover, the whirlpools and water currents that erupted within the tidal wave attacked relentlessly, making it a massive trap nearly impossible to escape.
A clear barrier formed over the Matriarch’s body trapped in the water, but it shattered pathetically.
‘More, more, take it. More.’
My body dissolved into the waves.
Yet I remained completely dry. Meanwhile, the hammer I held changed size.
The moment I swung it, the rod stretched out long.
Crash!
The Matriarch, drenched in water, took the blow directly and flew backward.
“Ha ha, this is fun.”
After all this time living, I finally get to see you looking like a drowned rat?
“How disappointing you couldn’t block even this one. You’re soaked through. Aha ha ha.”
For Orcas who wielded the power of water, “getting wet” was a critical situation. It meant failing to block the opponent’s power.
It was shameful.
It was also a demonstration of the gap between my opponent and me.
“Ptui.”
The Orca Family Matriarch spat out salt water.
“Are you insane? You certainly have the skill to back up your confidence.”
I smiled brightly.
“Bluster, you say?”
My hammer swelled larger once more, striking the Matriarch’s face.
“You should dodge and defend yourself, Matriarch.”
When the Matriarch looked forward, I was no longer there. I’d slipped from her sight and aimed for her back.
‘Neck!’
The moment her eyes flickered, a sharp clang! blocked my hammer.
‘A sword.’
Unexpected. Did this old woman wield a sword as her weapon?
The sword and hammer clashed against each other with tension.
When I was reborn in this cycle.
I’d wondered once.
If I recovered all my abilities from the third cycle, would I be stronger than this Matriarch?
I’d guessed we’d be evenly matched, or that I’d have a slight edge.
But my assessment was wrong because I’d calculated it without using the power of water.
Now I could tell.
As my laughter deepened, the Matriarch’s water-formed sword cracked with sharp sounds, splintering further.
Then it melted away and vanished.
I was stronger.
“Ahahaha. Struggle more for me.”
The Matriarch’s horrified expression.
It was fascinating. It was thrilling.
More, more. I wanted to feel even greater pleasure. I deserved that, didn’t I?
The hammer in my hand spun smaller and smaller.
Around the Matriarch, hammers identical to the one I wielded floated into existence.
Crash!
The hammers struck one figure all at once. The sound of flesh bursting echoed.
“Come on, you need to struggle more for this to be fun.”
I laughed softly, grasping the hammer with both hands and lifting it high.
It was the moment I swung it once more, gripping the handle.
– Calypso!
At the voice that rang sharply in my ears, I faltered.
‘Tus?’
I muttered it to myself, but Tus spoke to me as if he’d heard.
Why now?
I stepped back slightly.
Streams of water extended outward, constricting the Matriarch’s limbs tightly.
Of course, the Matriarch wouldn’t remain idle, so they would soon snap.
Seizing the brief moment I’d bought, Tus’s voice continued.
– Tus, I hesitated…. But I have to tell you!
‘Why? What is it? What’s happening?’
Only then did my senses return somewhat.
I realized I’d been fighting like a madman, just as I had when I was the previous Matriarch.
‘Could something have happened to Ekion?’
– ….
It was a sharp question, and I could hear Tus’s hesitant breathing clearly. What is it?
I had a bad feeling about this.
Soon Tus’s voice reached my ears. As I listened to the explanation, my hands trembled for a moment.
‘What? So… the power I’m using right now was originally necessary for Ekion’s growth?’
Tus’s message was this:
Ekion had shared his own growth power with me, allowing me to draw upon the power I wielded in my third cycle.
Even so, he was already lacking in power for his growth.
The longer the battle continued, the more growth power Ekion would lose.
Tus’s voice was trembling with emotion.
Ekion hadn’t wanted me to know about this.
I bit my lip hard.
The hammer vanished from my hand.
‘What kind of idiot does something like this?!’
For the first time, I felt anger surge toward Yongyang—toward this foolish Dragon Duke.
‘Who would want to fulfill their wish at such a cost?!’
The water around me trembled in response to my fury. I glared at the Orca Family Matriarch with savage intent.
‘Fine, I understand.’
This isn’t the time to play around.
‘Thank you for telling me. Let’s talk again in a moment.’
The outcome was already decided. I simply wanted to vent my frustration.
‘I’ll end this quickly.’
Toward that Matriarch who carried grudges from the past and maintained the same stance in this life.
But this was not important enough to steal away the life of someone precious to me.
What could possibly matter more?
‘Present glory and happiness matter far more than past grudges.’
How to end a fight quickly?
It’s simple.
Water began gathering behind me.
In that instant, the Matriarch broke free from the bound water streams and vanished from my sight in the blink of an eye.
And then.
Kwaaaang!
The water barrier I had formed before me collided with the Orca Family Matriarch’s fist.
I watched her fist beyond the translucent wall with quiet composure.
“Ah.”
I narrowed my eyes slightly as if in understanding.
“Your fists are your specialty, aren’t they? I found that strange.”
“…What are you talking about.”
“Why are you wielding a sword you’re not even comfortable with?”
“…”
“Anyone watching would think you’re deliberately letting me hit you.”
I laughed softly, and a beautiful smile bloomed across my face.
In my mind, the Matriarch’s words from long ago flickered past.
“Weak trash.”
“Weak fool, how irritating.”
Acting as though you’re letting someone hit you is unpleasant, isn’t it?
I raised one hand upward.
The water gathered behind me formed a long ribbon following my gesture.
The water ribbon, flowing fluidly like waves, wrapped around the Matriarch’s surroundings.
The Matriarch swung her fists and water jets in retaliation, but it was futile.
The water merely scattered momentarily before gathering again.
“There was no need to drag this out from the beginning.”
“…”
What lingering attachment could possibly remain.
As I gestured once more, the water enveloping the Matriarch dispersed and transformed its shape.
Soon, a massive cocoon appeared.
Not only were spines protruding from the inner walls, but every single spine was directed toward the Matriarch’s entire body.
When the cocoon closed, the spines would pierce her.
“Farewell.”
From the very first exchange of blows, I had already sensed the difference in our strength.
I was stronger than this person.
And I could do this.
“Do take good care of the Matriarch position.”
I clapped both palms together sharply. Simultaneously, the cocoon snapped shut with a sickening crack.
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Calypso had called it a “cocoon,” but the form created in the Sparring Arena was no different from a massive coffin.
One densely packed with spines on the inside at that.
‘That’s Agenor’s specialty.’
Atlant, who had been watching, felt cold sweat trickling down his back.
In the past third cycle, Agenor had primarily handled reconnaissance and assassination work, so his water abilities were concentrated on rapid and effective applications.
Moreover, the coffin form that had just appeared was difficult to construct.
And having to implement each individual spine shape made controlling it extraordinarily challenging.
Among the brothers, only Agenor had ever possessed such exceptional adaptability in the past.
To execute another’s ultimate technique without the slightest strain—what else could one call it?
And this, from a human who had only just reclaimed the power of water.
‘…The Matriarch, or rather Calypso, I never thought she would lose.’
What Atlant witnessed exceeded even his imagination.
She had crushed that ‘Ocula Aquasiadel’ beneath overwhelming force and emerged victorious.
Yet Ocula Aquasiadel was hardly an easy opponent.
The Orca Family Matriarch, called strong for good reason, was no weakling.
Compared to his own prime, she was the stronger of the two.
As the coffin opened again and expelled its occupant, Ocula Aquasiadel appeared, kneeling on one knee.
But Calypso didn’t even glance at the bloodied and battered Ocula.
As if certain of her victory—or rather, as if she’d already lost interest, she turned away with indifference.
“Aren’t you going to declare victory?”
Soon after, the flag signaling Calypso’s victory rose.
Regardless, Calypso returned to her people.
“Hey, you….”
Just as Atlant was about to speak, Calypso asked urgently.
“Where did Ekion go?”
Her expression filled with anger for some reason.

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