The conversation with Tomogui lingered longer than it should have.
I pushed it aside as I stepped onto the training grounds, letting the familiar quiet of the estate settle around me. Rows of trees stood scattered across the field, leaves shifting softly as the wind passed through them. No observers.
Good.
I rolled my shoulders once and exhaled, drawing cursed energy up from my core.
Reinforcement came naturally. It always had. The flow spread through my body in a smooth, uninterrupted current—muscle, bone, skin—layering density atop structure. I increased the output gradually, watching for resistance.
It never came.
The cursed energy stayed cohesive, heavy, obedient. Not thinning. Not leaking.
'…That's strange.'
I pushed further.
The pressure against the ground intensified, dirt compacting beneath my feet as my weight multiplied. My body accepted it without protest. There was no tearing sensation, no instability—just strength, reinforced and refined.
I had always known my reserves were high. That much was obvious. What I'd never stopped to consider was how much of it I could release at once.
My output… is high too.
Higher than I'd realized.
Reinforcement wasn't just efficient—it was overwhelming. With nothing but cursed energy and physical enhancement, I could already overpower the clan's entire younger generation. Even the elders would struggle against me.
The Black Flash had sharpened something fundamental. With the new efficiency and control over my cursed energy, I could actually utilize my maximum output to reinforce myself without hurting my body.
As I maintained the output, something in my vision shifted.
A leaf drifted loose from one of the branches above, caught in a slow spiral toward the ground. I followed it idly—and paused.
There were details inside the motion I shouldn't have been able to track. Tiny variations in rotation. Air pressure subtly changes its path in increments too small for conscious perception.
I narrowed my eyes.
Cursed energy responded.
Instead of reinforcing my body, I guided it upward focusing on enhancing my eyes alone. The control required was absurdly precise. Before the Black Flash, the attempt would've failed instantly and I would have injured my eyes.
The world sharpened.
My green eye tunneled inward, stripping away surface detail. Matter resolved into structure. Arrangement rather than appearance. I could see lattice bonds holding things together. It was vision on an atomic level. More than that each molecule was labeled with one of two symbols on each chiral center.
R.
My breath hitched.
'I always thought my eyes changing color was just an aesthetic brought by my cursed technique, Similar to Uro Takako whose eyes changed to be red and black. I never thought they would have their own unique ability'
It was invasive. Every second I held it drained cursed energy at an 'unsustainable' rate for normal sorcerers.
'Too bad I'm not a normal sorcerer. With my reserves and efficiency I could fight like this for an hour, and I doubt my fights should last that long. I wonder how my cursed technique works with this new discovery'
I crouched and picked up a stone from the edge of the path. Ordinary. Nothing special about this rock at least for now.
Perfect.
I steadied my breathing and let cursed energy flow again—carefully this time. I kept my body calm and fed everything into my eyes.
The stone changed.
My green eye dissected it layer by layer, plunging past texture and density until only structure remained. Lattices stacked over lattices. Molecules locked into place by invisible rules.
Every chiral center lit up, with a small symbol engraved on them.
R.
R.
S.
R.
A messy distribution. Natural. Stable.
"…Let's see."
I activated my cursed technique, something I haven't done in a very long time.
Cursed energy threaded outward in impossibly fine strands, slipping between bonds and wrapping around them.
The resistance was overwhelming.
Atoms didn't want to be changed like this. It was resisting my attempt to warp its state of handedness. My vision trembled as my output spiked just to keep the technique from collapsing.
One molecule shifted.
R became S.
The feedback snapped through my perception like a clean fracture.
I didn't stop.
I followed the sensation, locking onto it, copying the movement—not blindly, but precisely. My green eye marked each chiral center as it came, and my cursed energy followed, forcing the same inversion again and again.
R → S.
R → S.
R → S.
Slowly—agonizingly—the stone changed.
Not in shape. Not in color.
But in its atomic orientation.
Every chiral center resolved itself into the same configuration.
S.
S.
S.
All of it.
The moment the last molecule snapped into place, the cursed energy recoiled on its own, like a released spring. I dropped the technique instantly and staggered back, planting a hand against the ground to keep from falling.
My vision blurred. The world tilted.
"…Ha."
I laughed once, breathless.
I looked down at the stone in my hand. It was identical to before. Same weight. Same surface.
But my eyes told a different story.
Purely S-handed.
'The only flaw isn't the cursed energy costs, it seems my brain can't handle that much information. Still, it seems that wasn't the full capabilities of my eyes, everything so far has been from the green eye.'
Before when I mirrored the clan elder's attack in my evaluation, I never actually saw what chiral states the cursed energy acted in, I merely created a mirrored that my cursed technique would attune to the opposite chiral state
'Time to go home, I need to rest. My brain feels like its on fire, I'll need to be more careful next time I test these eyes'